Lyrical Breakdown of 412.Going Back To Cali - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "412.Going Back To Cali" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how The Notorious B.I.G. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "412.Going Back To Cali" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that The Notorious B.I.G. employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to The Notorious B.I.G.'s narrative.
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Yo!
Yo Big, wake up, wake up, baby
Mmm, yo
Yo, Big, wake yo' ass up, c'mon
I'm up, I'm up, I'm up, I'm up
Big, wake up!
I'm up Diddy, what the fuck, man? What's up?
Come on, now it's a quarter to six we got the 7:30 flight
Mmm, seven
Yo, Big, Big, Big
I'm up, yeah, I hear you, dawg, I hear you, alright, 7:30
Yo, take down this information
Ain't no pen
Tell your girl then to remember it or somethin' (a'ight, honey)
Can you do that? (Yeah, write this down)
A'ight, uhm, flight 504 (504)
Leaving Kennedy (Kennedy)
Goin' to L-A-X
Oh, Cali?
No doubt, baby, you know we gotta get this paper
Ahh, no doubt, a'ight
You a'ight? (I'm up, I'm up)
Yo, Big
I'm up, man
Flight 504
Alright, 7:30, I'ma meet you at the airport
California
Yeah
Uh, when the la-la hits you, lyrics just split ya
Head so hard that your hat can't fit ya
Either I'm with you or against ya
Format bent ya, back through that maze I sent ya
Talking to the rap inventor
Nigga with the game tight, fifth that flame right
Spell my name right, B-I, double G, I-E
Iced out, lights out, me and Cease-A-Leo (uh-huh, uh-huh)
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'ma 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) (uh-huh)
I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali, Cali (going back to Cali), uh (uh-huh)
I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali (going back to Cali) (uh-huh)
I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali (going back to Cali) (uh-huh)
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 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
Beeper start to flash, 818's
213's, 313's, B.I.G
Frequently floss hoes at Roscoe's (uh-huh)
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) (uh-huh)
I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali, Cali (going back to Cali), uh (uh-huh)
I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali (going back to Cali) (uh-huh)
I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali (going back to Cali) (uh-huh) (we know, we know)
Cali got gunplay, models on the runway
Scream "Biggie, Biggie give me 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 their 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) (uh-huh)
I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali, Cali (going back to Cali), uh (uh-huh)
I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali (going back to Cali) (uh-huh)
I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali, Cali (going back to Cali) (uh-huh)
I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali (going back to Cali) (uh-huh)
I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali, Cali (going back to Cali), uh (uh-huh)
I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali (going back to Cali) (uh-huh)
I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali, Cali (going back to Cali) (uh-huh)
I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali (going back to Cali) (uh-huh)
I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali (going back to Cali)