Going Back To Cali
When the la la hit's ya
Lyrics just split's ya
Head so hard, that your hat can't fit you
Either I'm with ya or against ya
Format bent 'cha
Back through that maze I sent ya
Talking to the rap inventor
Ninja with the game tight
Filled that flame right
Spell my name right, J-A, M-I, E
Iced out, lights out, me and M-O-N-O, yeah
Getting 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 bitch please, Jamie 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 dick sucked
And my balls licked, forfeit
The game is mine
I'ma spell my name one more time, check it
It's the, M-A, D-R, O-X, yo
U-S, you just, lay down, slow
Recognize a real Don when you see one
Sipping on booze in the House of Blues
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
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I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
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I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
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I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
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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 ninja
Can't rest in the West
See some nice breast in the West, man
Smoke some nice sess in the West
Y'all suckas is a mess
Thinking I'm gon stop, giving LA 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
Celly start to flash, 818's
And 213's and 313's and MNE's
Frequently floss hoes at Roscoe's
If I wanna spoil her, I take her to Fatburger
Spend about a week on Venice Beach
Sippin Crist-o, with some freaks from Frisco
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
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I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
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I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
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I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
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Cali got gunplay, models on the runway
Scream fatty, fatty, gimme one more chance
I be whipping on the freeway, the NYC way
On the celly-celly with my homeboy Matt
Pass hash from left to right
Only got five blunts left to light
I'm set tonight
Met a bitch at the Versace store
Said she suck it 'til I ain't got no more
Only in LA
Bust on bitches belly, rub it in they tummy
Lick it, say it's yummy, then fuck your man
What's your plan, homie
To rock the Tri-State?
Still ain't gold, but five Gs a show date
Or do you wanna see about twenty digit's?
Fuck hoes exquisite, Cali
Great place to visit
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
(Going back to Cali)
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
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I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
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I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
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I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
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I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
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I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
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I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali
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