Going Back To Cali

*phone number being dialed*
*phone rings three times*
Biggie Yo!
P. Dad Yo Big wake up wake up baby
Biggie Mmm, yo...
P. Dad Yo Big wake yo' as* up c'mon
Biggie I'm up! I'm up. *mumbling* I'm up I'm up
P. Dad Big, wake up!
Biggie I'm up baby, what the fk, man? What's up?
P. Dad C'mon now it's a quarter to six we got the 7:30 flight
Biggie Mmm, *mumbling* yeah
P. Dad Yo Big Big, Big
Biggie Yeah I hear you dogg, I hear you, alright, 7:30
P. Dad Yo take down this information
Biggie Ain't no pen
P. Dad Tell your girl then to remember it or somethin
Biggie Aight honey, yeah write this down
P. Dad Aight, ummm, flight five-oh-four
Biggie Five-oh-four
P. Dad Leaving Kennedy
Biggie *mumbling* Kennedy
P. Dad On the L-A-X
Biggie Oh! Cali??
P. Dad No doubt baby, you know we gotta get this paper
Biggie Ahh, no doubt, aight
P. Dad You aight?
Biggie I'm up, I'm up
P. Dad Yo Big
Biggie I'm UP man
P. Dad Flight five-oh-four
Biggie Alright 7:30 I'ma meet you at the airport
P. Dad California
Biggie Yeh
*phone clicks*

Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.

When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya
Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya
Either I'm witcha or against ya
Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya
Talkin to the rap inventor
nigg* wit the game tight, Bic that flame right
Spell my name right, B-I, Double-G, I-E
Iced out lights out, me and Cease-a-Leo
Gettin head from some chick he know
See it's all about the cheddar, nobody do it better
Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather
Women, and the weed -- sticky green
No seeds b*tch please, Poppa ain't soft
Dead up in the Hood, ain't no love lost
Got me mixed up, you drunk them licks up
Mad cause I got my d*ck sucked
and my balls licked, forfeit, the game is mine
I'ma spell my name one more time, check it
Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O
U-S, you just, lay down, slow
Recognize a real Don when you see Juan/one
Sippin on booze in the House of Blues

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I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.

If I got to choose a coast I got to choose the East
I live out there, so don't go there
But that don't mean a nigg* can't rest in the West
See some nice breasts in the West
Smoke some nice sess in the West, y'all is a mess
Thinkin I'm gon stop, givin L.A. props
All I got is beef with those that violate me
I shall annihilate thee
Case closed, suitcase filled with clothes
Linens and things, I begin things
People start to flash, 818's, 213's
313's, B.I.G.
Frequently floss hoes at Roscoe's
If I wanna squ*rt her, take her to Fatburger
Spend about a week on Venice Beach
Sippin Crist-o, with some freaks from Frisco

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Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.

Cali got gunplay, models on the runway
Scream Biggie Biggie gimme One More Chance
I be whippin on the freeway, the NYC way
On the celly-celly with my homeboy Lance
Pass hash from left to right
Only got five blunts left to light, I'm set tonight
Met this b*tch at the Versace store
Said she'll suck until I ain't got no more, only in L.A.
Bust on girls be-lly, rub it in they tummy
Lick it, say it's yummy, then fk yo' man
fk your plan, is it to rock the Tri-State?
Almost gold, 5 G's at show gate
Or do you wanna see about seven digits
fk hoes exquisite, Cali, great place to visit

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