Chords for Notorious Big - Back To Cali (Yinyues Remix)

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When the lie-lie hits, your lyrics just split ya
Head so hard that your hat can't fit ya
Either I'm with ya or against ya
Format bench ya, back through that maze I sent ya
Talkin' to the rap inventor
Nigga with the game, play fifth at flame right
Spell my name right, B-I-G-G-I-E
Ice out, lights out, me and Cigaleo
Throwin' hands for some chick, you know
See it's all about the cheddar, nobody do it better
Goin' back to Cali, strictly for the weather
Women and the weed, sticky green
No [C#m] seeds, bitch, please
Pop a inch soft, dead up in the hood
Ain't no love lost, got me mixed up
You drunk, the lick's up
Mad cause I got [A] my dicks [E] up
And my balls [C#m] lit, all fit, the game is mine
I'ma spell my name one more time, [E] check it
It's the N-O-C-O-R-I-O-U-S
You just lay down slow
Recognize a real don when you see one
Sippin' on booze in the house of blues
I'm going, going back, back to Cali, Cali
I'm going, going back, back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going, going back, back to Cali, Cali, [B] Cali
[E] I'm going, going back, back [B] to Cali, Cali, [C#m] Cali
I'm going, going back, back [B] to Cali, Cali, _ [E] Cali
[C#m] If I got to choose a coast, I got to choose the East
I live [E] out there, so don't go there.
That don't mean a nigga can't rest in the West.
Need some nice rest in the West.
[B] Smoke [E] some nice chests in the West.
Y'all niggas is a mess, thinkin' I'm gon' stop.
Give it L.A. props.
All I got is beef with those that violate me.
I shall annihilate thee.
Cape closed, suitcase filled with clothes.
Linens and things, African things.
What's for a flash?
818-213-313.
[C#m] B.I..G. frequently lost hoes at Roscoe's. So I want a spurt of, [E] take a fat burger. Spendin' about a week on Venice Beach. Sippin' Cristo with some freaks from Frisco. I'm goin' back, back to Cali, Cali, Cali. Uh. I'm goin' back, [B] back to Cali, Cali, Cali. [E] I'm goin' _ back, back to Cali, Cali, Cali. Uh. I'm goin' back, [B] back to Cali, Cali, Cali. _ [E] Cali got gunplay. Models on the runway scream, Biggie, Biggie, give me one more chance. I'll be whippin' on the freeway, the NYC way. On the Sally Sally with my homeboy Lance. Has ass, so I'm left to right. Only got five blunts left to light. I'm set tonight. Let the bitches in the Saucy store. So she suckin' till I ain't got no more. Only in L.A. Bust some bitches' belly. Rub it in their tummy. Lick it, say it's yummy. Then fuck your man. What's your plan? Is it to rock the Trots 8? Almost sold 5 G's, it's so great. Who you wanna see above 7 digits? Fuck hoes, exquisite. Cali, great place to piss. I'm goin', goin' back, back to Cali, Cali. I'm goin', goin' back, back to Cali, Cali, Cali. Uh. I'm goin', goin' [B] back, back to Cali, Cali, Cali. [C#m] I'm goin', goin' back, back to Cali, Cali, Cali. Uh. I'm goin', goin' [B] back, back to Cali, Cali, Cali. _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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