Going Back to Cali

[Intro Skit: Biggie and Puff] [Dialing numbers] [Phone Rings (x3)] 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 baby, what the fuck, man? What's up? C'mon now it's a quarter to six we got the 7:30 flight Mmm, *mumbling* yeah Yo Big, Big, Big Yeah I hear you dogg, I hear you, alright, 7:30 Yo take down this information Ain't no pen Tell your girl then to remember it or somethin'. Can you do that? Aight honey, yeah write this down Aight, ummm, flight five-oh-four Five-oh-four Leaving Kennedy Kennedy On the L-A-X Oh! Cali? No doubt baby, you know we gotta get this paper Ahh, no doubt, aight You aight? I'm up, I'm up Yo Big I'm up, man Flight five-oh-four Alright 7:30 I'ma meet you at the airport California Yeh [Phone clicks] [Verse 1] 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, spit 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'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 [Hook] I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali) (x4) [Verse 2] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] 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 be-lly, 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