Going Back To Cali Lyrics

Going Back To Cali lyrics

I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali

I'm going back to Cali... I don't think so

I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali

I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so



Going back to Cali, stylin, profilin

Growlin, and smilin, while in the sun

The top is down, on the black Corvette

And it's fly, cause it's sittin on Dayton's

Laurents steering wheel, plushed out, gold-leaf phantom top

and three girls wait

Engine's 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



I'm going back to Cali,

Going back to Cali - I don't think so

I'm going back to Cali,

Going back to Cali - I don't think so



I'm going back to Cali, shakin 'em, bakin 'em

Takin 'em to spots they never before hung

But fuck that place, on Sunset it's a trip

Where the A.C.'s 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 don't wanna pay



I'm going back to Cali,

Going back to Cali - no man I don't think so

I'm going back to Cali,

Going back to Cali - fuck that I don't think so



I'm going back to Cali, rising, surprising

Advising, realizing, she's sizing 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

She's lookin for a real good time

I said, "Close your eyes, I got a surprise,"

and I ran away with the bottle of wine



I'm going back to Cali,

Going back to Cali... I don't think so

I'm going back to Cali,

Going back to Cali... I don't think so



I'm going back to Cali

Going back to Cali... no man I don't think so

I'm going back to Cali

Going back to Cali... fuck that I don't think so