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Notorious B.I.G. Life After Death Going Back To Cali [phone number being dialed] [phone rings three times] [Biggie] Yo! [P. Dad] Yo Big wake up wake up baby [Biggie] Mmm, yo... [P. Dad] Yo Big wake yo' ass up c'mon [Biggie] I'm up! I'm up. *mumbling* I'm up I'm up [P. Dad] Big, wake up! [Biggie] I'm up baby, what the fuck, man? What's up? [P. Dad] C'mon now it's a quarter to six we got the 7:30 flight [Biggie] Mmm, *mumbling* yeah [P. Dad] Yo Big Big, Big [Biggie] Yeah I hear you dogg, I hear you, alright, 7:30 [P. Dad] Yo take down this information [Biggie] Ain't no pen [P. Dad] Tell your girl then to remember it or somethin [Biggie] Aight honey, yeah write this down [P. Dad] Aight, ummm, flight five-oh-four [Biggie] Five-oh-four [P. Dad] Leaving Kennedy [Biggie] mumbling Kennedy [P. Dad] On the L-A-X [Biggie] Oh! Cali?? [P. Dad] No doubt baby, you know we gotta get this paper [Biggie] Ahh, no doubt, aight [P. Dad] You aight? [Biggie] I'm up, I'm up [P. Dad] Yo Big [Biggie] I'm UP man [P. Dad] Flight five-oh-four [Biggie] Alright 7:30 I'ma meet you at the airport [P. Dad] California [Biggie] Yeh [phone clicks] [Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.] When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya Either I'm witcha or against ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya Talkin to the rap inventor Nigga wit the game tight, Bic that flame right Spell my name right, B-I, Double-G, I-E Iced out lights out, me and Ceasar Leo Gettin 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 Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O U-S, you just, lay down, slow Recognize a real Don when you see Juan/one Sippin on booze in the House of Blues [Chorus: repeat 4X] I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali [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] |
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