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I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali |
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I'm going back to Cali, I don't think so |
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I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali |
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I'm going back to Cali, I don't think so |
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Going back to Cali, stylin', profilin' |
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Growlin' and smilin' while in the sun |
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The top is down on the black Corvette |
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And it's fly 'cause it's sittin' on Dayton's |
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Laurents steering wheel, plushed out |
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Gold-leaf phantom top and three girls wait |
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Engine's blowin', the chrome is shining |
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Passing all the cars on the way |
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Movement of the wind, back wheels spin |
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Pop in a cassette and push play |
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I'm going back to Cali |
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Going back to Cali, I don't think so |
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I'm going back to Cali |
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Going back to Cali, I don't think so |
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I'm going back to Cali, shakin' 'em, bakin' 'em |
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Takin' 'em to spots they never before hung |
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But fuck that place, on Sunset it's a trip |
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Where the AC's cold and the girls still strip |
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The record skip but this girl kept dancin' |
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Prancin', grindin', grinnin', romancin' |
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I asked her to the barn so we could hit the hay |
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I wanna do this, Brutus but I don't wanna pay |
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I'm going back to Cali |
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Going back to Cali, no man, I don't think so |
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I'm going back to Cali |
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Going back to Cali, fuck that, I don't think so |
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I'm going back to Cali, risin', surprisin' |
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Advisin', realizin', she's sizin' me up |
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Her bikini, small heels, tall |
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She said, she liked the ocean |
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She showed me a beach, gave me a peach |
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And pulled out the suntan lotion |
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Now I thought that was fast but this girl was faster |
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She's lookin' for a real good time |
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I said, "Close your eyes, I got a surprise" |
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And I ran away with the bottle of wine |
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I'm going back to Cali |
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Going back to Cali, I don't think so |
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I'm going back to Cali |
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Going back to Cali, I don't think so |
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I'm going back to Cali |
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Going back to Cali, no man, I don't think so |
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I'm going back to Cali |
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Going back to Cali, fuck that, I don't think so |
