Verse 1
When the lala hits
The lyrics jus splits you
Head so hard that ya hat can't fit you
Either I'm with ya or against you
Form that bent you
Back thru 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 kno
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 cuz 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
Chorus 4x
I'm going going...back back...to Cali Cali
Verse 2
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
Y'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
