Cali' Trippin' and I my mind is slippin' away Cali' Trippin' and I'm I was back in LA
Once apon a time, I wrote a rhyme About a girl, she was in her prime I'm a skinny boy, in my jeans And mini-me was poppin out my She was a dime, I ain't a nickel But I had jokes, so i made her And her folks were influential So when I smoked that adam made her feel a bad girl But a good girl, in a bad world So I bad for correcting her Not really, but her dad would me So I her we had to slow it down
She said; I wanna (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 good to say don't say shit And it's always to forget We cali' trippin', you gotta it And ain't nothing wrong with out in public
Taking pictures of girls on a around the world And it, just reminds me of everything I back home Cali' trippin' and I think my mind is slippin' trippin' and I'm wishin' I was back in LA
She was so fine, but she was out of Goin' speed, crash on the autobon She get what she wants, she get it her mom And her dad show us love with the card Where do I fit in? I'm the black a coke and jack, lookin' for the right girl The reason that I'm you, is the way that you do you
I Rock (I wanna Rock) And roll a joint, and get (And get high) talk, just vibe Let's get in the ride, and drive
If you got good to say Then don't say And it's easier to forget We trippin', you gotta love it And ain't nothing wrong making out in public
Taking pictures of on a trip around 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
I'm Cali' Trippin', I'm Cali' I'm Trippin', I'm Cali' Trippin' I'm Cali' Trippin', I'm Cali' Trippin' Baby, Cali' Trippin' yeah Cali' Trippin' Baby, Cali' 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, vibe get in the ride, and just drive
If you got good to say Then say shit And it's always to forget We cali' trippin', you love it And ain't nothing wrong making out in public
Taking pictures of on a trip around the world And it, just reminds me of everything I miss home Cali' and I think my mind is slippin away Cali' trippin' and I'm wishin' I was in LA
(Ain't wrong wit making out in public) (Wishin' I was in LA) (Ain't wrong wit makin out in public) (Wishin' I was in LA) (Ain't wrong wit makin out in public)
I like the way the chain sits, between her bra and Takin' hits with her and I'm on assist I admit she got me on that sprung shit I can't deny she got me on that shit It's all good she got my back Like a JanSport culdesec funny cause we both used to ditch class The kiss in the back of the patch Rat-a-tat-tat on the pane Outside lookin' in but I won't Too many highs turn down the And don't be when I say that name Bang Cali-forn-i-a