Cali' Trippin' and I think my mind is slippin' Cali' and I'm wishin' I was back in LA
Once apon a time, I a lil' rhyme a pretty girl, she was in her prime I'm a boy, in my skinny jeans And mini-me was out my corduroys She was a dime, I have a nickel But I had jokes, so i her giggle And her folks very influential So when I smoked that adam made her like a bad girl But a good girl, in a bad world So I felt bad for her Not really, but her dad would me So I told her we had to it down
She said; I Rock (I wanna Rock) And a joint, and get high (And get high) Don't talk, vibe get in the ride, and just drive
If you got nothing to say don't say shit And it's always to forget We cali' trippin', you love it And ain't nothing wrong with making out in
Taking pictures of girls on a trip the world And it, just reminds me of everything I miss back Cali' trippin' and I think my mind is away trippin' and I'm wishin' I was back in LA
She was so fine, but she was out of full speed, crash on the autobon She get she wants, she get it from her mom And her dad us love with the credit card do I fit in? I'm the token black With a coke and jack, for the right girl The reason that I'm loving you, is the way you do you
I Rock (I wanna Rock) And a joint, and get high (And get high) talk, just vibe Let's get in the ride, and drive
If you got nothing to say don't say shit And it's always to forget We cali' trippin', you love it And ain't wrong with making out in public
Taking of girls on a trip around the world And it, reminds me of everything I miss back home Cali' trippin' and I think my mind is away Cali' and I'm wishin' I was back in LA
I'm Cali' Trippin', I'm Cali' I'm Cali' Trippin', I'm Trippin' I'm Cali' Trippin', I'm Trippin' Cali' Trippin' Baby, Trippin' yeah Cali' Baby, Cali' Trippin' yeah Trippin' Baby, Cali' Trippin' yeah Cali' Trippin' Baby, Trippin'
I wanna (I wanna Rock) And roll a joint, and get (And get high) Don't talk, just Let's get in the ride, and just
If you got good to say don't say shit And it's always easier to We cali' trippin', you gotta it And ain't nothing with making out in public
Taking pictures of girls on a around the world And it, reminds me of everything I miss back home Cali' trippin' and I think my mind is away Cali' trippin' and I'm wishin' I was in LA
(Ain't nothin wrong wit out in public) (Wishin' I was in LA) (Ain't nothin wit makin out in public) (Wishin' I was in LA) (Ain't wrong wit makin out in public)
I like the way the sits, between her bra and tits Takin' bong hits with her and I'm on I must admit she got me on that sprung I deny she got me on that young shit It's all cause she got my back Like a JanSport culdesec It's funny cause we both used to class The kiss in the back of the cabbage on the window pane Outside in but I won't complain Too many highs turn the game And don't be surprised when I say name Jane Cali-forn-i-a