Lletres: Notorious B. I. G.. Going Back To Cali.

phone number being dialed*
*phone rings three times*
[B.I.G.] Yo!
[P. Dad] Yo Big wake up wake up baby
[B.I.G.] Mmm, yo...
[P. Dad] Yo Big wake yo' ass up c'mon
[B.I.G.] I'm up! I'm up. *mumbling* I'm up I'm up
[P. Dad] Big, wake up!
[B.I.G.] 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
[B.I.G.] Mmm, *mumbling* yeah
[P. Dad] Yo Big Big, Big
[B.I.G.] Yeah I hear you dogg, I hear you, alright, 7:30
[P. Dad] Yo take down this information
[B.I.G.] Ain't no pen
[P. Dad] Tell your girl then to remember it or somethin
[B.I.G.] Aight honey, yeah write this down
[P. Dad] Aight, ummm, flight five-oh-four
[B.I.G.] Five-oh-four
[P. Dad] Leaving Kennedy
[B.I.G.] *mumbling* Kennedy
[P. Dad] On the L-A-X
[B.I.G.] Oh! Cali??
[P. Dad] No doubt baby, you know we gotta get this paper
[B.I.G.] Ahh, no doubt, aight
[P. Dad] You aight?
[B.I.G.] I'm up, I'm up
[P. Dad] Yo Big
[B.I.G.] I'm UP man
[P. Dad] Flight five-oh-four
[B.I.G.] Alright 7:30 I'ma meet you at the airport
[P. Dad] California
[B.I.G.] 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 Cease-a-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