Going Back to Cali [Amended] Lyrics

Uh, when the lye lye hits ya, lyrics just split ya
Head so hard that your hat can't fit ya
Either I'm with ya or against ya
Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya
Talkin' to the rap inventor

The game tight, fit that flame right
Spell my name right, B-I double G-I-E
Iced out, lights out, me and Cesar Leon

Gettin' head for some chick he know

See it's all about the cheddar, nobody do it better
Goin' back to Cali strictly for the weather

Women and the weed, sticky green
No seatbelts 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 weed smoked
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 the real don when you see one
Sippin' on booze in the House of Blues

I'm going, going back, back to Cali, Cali
I'm going, going back, back to Cali, Cali
I'm going, going back, back to Cali, Cali
I'm going, going back, back to Cali, 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 bitches in the West
Smoke some nice sess in the West
Y'all niggas is a mess, think you're not 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
Be the fuckin' flash, 8-1-8
2-1-3'S, 3-1-3's, B-I-G
Frequently floss shit at Roscoe's
If I wanna fuck her, take her to Fatburger
Spend about a week on Venice Beach
Sippin' Cris' so with some freaks from Frisco

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

Uh, uh, Cali got bitches and models on the runway
Scream, "Biggie, Biggie, give me one more chance"

I be whippin' on the freeway, the NYC way
On the celly celly with my homeboy Lance
Pass ass from left to right
Only got five blunts left to light, I'm set tonight
Better fuck the Versace store
Said she suck it 'til I ain't got no more
Only in L.A., bust on bitches ballet
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 G's a show date
Or do you wanna see about seven digits?

Hoes exquisite, Cali, great place to visit

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