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