Lyrical Breakdown of Going Back to Cali - 2005 Remaster - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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When the lala hits

Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit you

Either I'm with ya or against you

Form that bent you

Back through the maze I sent you

Talkin to tha rap inventor

Nigga wit the game tight

Fit that flame right

Spell my name right B-I double G-I-E

Iced out lights out

Me and Cees-a-leaah

Gettin head from some chick he know

See its all about the chedda

Nobody do it betta

Goin back tah Cali

Strictly for tha weatha

Women, and the weed

Stinky green

No cees bitch please

Poppa ain't soft

Get up in the hood

Ain't no love lost

Got me mixed up

You drunk them lics 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

Its the N-O-T-O-R-I-O-U -S

You just, lay down, slow

Recognize a real don when you see Juan

Sippin on booze in the house of blues

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

If I got 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 cess in the West

Why'all niggaz is a mess

Thinkin I'm goin 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

818s, 213s, 313s

B.I.G.

Frequently floss hoes at Rosco's

If I want to sport her

Take her to Fatburger

Spend about a week on Venice Beach

Sippin Crisco

With some freaks from Frisco

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

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 mah homeboy lance

Pass hash from left to right

Only got 5 blunts left to light

I'm set tonight

Paid a visit to Versace stores

Lets see somethin till I ain't got no more

Only in L.A.

Motherfuckin 'zelay

Rub it in they tummy

Lick it, say its yummy

Then fuck yo man

Fuck yo plans

Is it to rock tha tristate?

Almost gold

5 gz and showgate

Or do you want to see about 7 digits

Fuckin hoes, exquisite

Cali great place to visit

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