When the la-la hits ya lyrics just splits ya
Head so hard, that your hat cant fit you
Either Im with ya or against ya
Format bent cha, back through that maze I sent ya
Talking to the rap inventor
Ninja with the game tight, filled that flame right
Spell my name right, J-A, M-I, E
Iced out, lights out, me and M-O-N-O, yeah
Getting head from some chick he know
See its 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, Jamie aint soft
Dead up in the hood, aint 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
Ima spell my name one more time, check it
Its the, M-A, D-R, O-X, yo
U-S, you just, lay down, slow
Recognize a real Don when you see one
Sipping on booze in the House of Blues
Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
Im 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 dont go there
But that dont mean a ninja cant rest in the West
See some nice breast in the West, man
Smoke some nice sess in the West, yall suckas is a mess
Thinking Im gon stop, giving 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
Celly start to flash, 818s
And 213s and 313s and MNEs
Frequently floss hoes at Roscoes
If I wanna spoil her, I take her to Fatburger
Spend about a week on Venice Beach
Sippin Crist-o, with some freaks from Frisco
Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
Cali got gunplay, models on the runway
Scream fatty, fatty, gimme one more chance
I be whipping on the freeway, the NYC way
On the celly-celly with my homeboy Matt
Pass hash from left to right
Only got five blunts left to light, Im set tonight
Met a bitch at the Versace store
Said she suck it til I aint got no more, only in L.A
Bust on bitches belly, rub it in they tummy
Lick it, say its yummy, then fuck your man
Whats your plan, homie, to rock the Tri-State?
Still aint gold, but five Gs a show date
Or do you wanna see about twenty digits?
Fuck hoes exquisite, Cali, great place to visit
Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali