text: 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