Cali' Trippin' and I my mind is slippin' away Cali' Trippin' and I'm wishin' I was in LA
Once a time, I wrote a lil' rhyme About a pretty girl, she was in her 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 made her And her folks very influential So when I smoked that adam made her feel a bad girl But a good girl, in a bad world So I felt bad for her Not really, but her dad kill me So I told her we had to slow it
She said; I Rock (I wanna Rock) And roll a joint, and get (And get high) talk, just vibe Let's get in the ride, and just
If you got nothing to say Then don't say And it's always to forget We cali' trippin', you gotta it And ain't nothing with making out in public
Taking pictures of girls on a trip the world And it, just reminds me of everything I back home Cali' trippin' and I think my mind is slippin' Cali' trippin' and I'm I was back in LA
She was so fine, but she was out of Goin' full speed, on the autobon She get she wants, she get it from her mom And her dad us love with the credit card Where do I fit in? I'm the black With a coke and jack, lookin' for the girl The that I'm loving you, is the way that 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 Then say shit And always easier to forget We trippin', you gotta love it And ain't nothing with making out in public
pictures of girls on a trip around the world And it, just reminds me of everything I miss home Cali' trippin' and I think my mind is slippin Cali' trippin' and I'm I was back in LA
I'm Trippin', I'm Cali' Trippin' I'm Cali' Trippin', I'm Cali' I'm Cali' Trippin', I'm Trippin' Trippin' Baby, Cali' Trippin' yeah Cali' Trippin' Baby, Trippin' yeah Cali' Baby, Cali' Trippin' yeah Trippin' Baby, Cali' Trippin'
I Rock (I wanna Rock) And roll a joint, and get (And get high) talk, just vibe Let's get in the ride, and just
If you got good to say Then don't say And always easier to forget We cali' trippin', you love it And ain't nothing wrong with making out in
Taking of girls on a trip around the world And it, just reminds me of everything I back home Cali' trippin' and I think my is slippin away trippin' and I'm wishin' 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 nothing wit makin out in public)
I like the way the chain sits, between her bra and Takin' bong hits her and I'm on assist I must she got me on that sprung shit I can't she got me on that young shit all good cause she got my back Like a backpack culdesec It's cause we both used to ditch class The in the back of the cabbage patch Rat-a-tat-tat on the pane Outside in but I won't complain Too many turn down the game And don't be when I say that name Jane Cali-forn-i-a