"Going Back To Cali" as written by Christopher Wallace, Osten S Harvey and Roger Troutman....
When the la-la hits ya lyrics just splits ya
Head so hard, that your hat can't fit you
Either I'm with ya or against ya
Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya
Talking to the rap inventor
Nigga with the game tight, fifth of that flame right
Spell my name right, B-I, double-G, I-E
Iced out, lights out, me and Cease-a-Leo
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, 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 dick sucked
And my balls licked, forfeit, the game is mine
I'mna spell my name one more time, check it
It's the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O
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 (Going back to Cali)
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Going back to Cali)

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 nigga can't rest in the West
See some nice breast in the West
Smoke some nice sess in the West, y'all niggas 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
Beeper start to flash, 818's, 213's
313's, B.I.G
Frequently floss hoes at Roscoe's
If I wanna squirt her, 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 (Going back to Cali)
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Going back to Cali)

Cali got gunplay, models on the runway
Scream Biggie Biggie gimme One More Chance
I be whipping 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 a bitch at the Versace store
Said she suck it 'til I ain't got no more, only in L.A
Bust on bitches belly, rub it in they tummy
Lick it, say it's yummy, then fuck your man
What's your plan, is it to rock the Tri-State
Almost gold, five Gs a show date
Or do you wanna see about seven digits
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 (Going back to Cali)
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Going back to Cali)
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Going back to Cali)


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"Going Back to Cali" as written by Osten S Jr Harvey Roger Troutman

Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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    General CommentThe rest!
    [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 nigga can't rest in the West
    See some nice breasts in the West
    Smoke some nice sess in the West, y'all niggaz 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 squirt her, take her to Fatburger
    Spend about a week on Venice Beach
    Sippin Crist-o, with some freaks from Frisco

    [Chorus]

    [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
    Paid a visit to Versace stores
    Bet she suck until I ain't got no more, only in L.A.
    Bust on bitches be-lly, rub it in they tummy
    Lick it, say it's yummy, then fuck yo' man
    Fuck 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
    Fuck hoes exquisite, Cali, great place to visit
    [Chorus]
    [Chorus]
    [Chorus: Again to fade]
    dmoney603on July 09, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General CommentAlright if your gonna add a song at least add THE WHOLE SONG!!!
    duck2k2on June 06, 2003   Link
  • 0
    General Commentgreat song and historically important but puffy is such an unoriginal beat thief.
    jimnorton13on August 01, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Commentyeah why isn't the rest of the song on here? the hook on this song is simple but so good.
    nowayjosexon January 05, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThanks dmoney
    ilosthegameon November 05, 2009   Link

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