Im going back to Cali, Cali, Cali Im going back to Cali, I dont think so Im going back to Cali, Cali, Cali Im going back to Cali, I dont think so Going back to Cali, stylin, profilin Growlin and smilin while in the sun The top is down on the black Corvette And its fly cause its sittin on Daytons Laurents steering wheel, plushed out Goldleaf phantom top and three girls wait Engines blowin, the chrome is shining Passing all the cars on the way Movement of the wind, back wheels spin Pop in a cassette and push play Im going back to Cali Going back to Cali, I dont think so Im going back to Cali Going back to Cali, I dont think so Im going back to Cali, shakin em, bakin em Takin em to spots they never before hung But fuck that place, on Sunset its a trip Where the ACs cold and the girls still strip The record skip but this girl kept dancin Prancin, grindin, grinnin, romancin I asked her to the barn so we could hit the hay I wanna do this, Brutus but I dont wanna pay Im going back to Cali Going back to Cali, no man, I dont think so Im going back to Cali Going back to Cali, fuck that, I dont think so Im going back to Cali, risin, surprisin Advisin, realizin, shes sizin me up Her bikini, small heels, tall She said, she liked the ocean She showed me a beach, gave me a peach And pulled out the suntan lotion Now I thought that was fast but this girl was faster Shes lookin for a real good time I said, Close your eyes, I got a surprise And I ran away with the bottle of wine Im going back to Cali Going back to Cali, I dont think so Im going back to Cali Going back to Cali, I dont think so Im going back to Cali Going back to Cali, no man, I dont think so Im going back to Cali Going back to Cali, fuck that, I dont think so
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