[phone number being dialed]
[phone rings three times]
[Biggie] Yo!
[P. Dad] Yo Big wake up wake up baby
[Biggie] Mmm, yo...
[P. Dad] Yo Big wake yo´ ass up c´mon
[Biggie] I´m up! I´m up. *mumbling* I´m up I´m up
[P. Dad] Big, wake up!
[Biggie] I´m up baby, what the fuck, man? What´s up?
[P. Dad] C´mon now it´s a quarter to six we got the 7:30 flight
[Biggie] Mmm, *mumbling* yeah
[P. Dad] Yo Big Big, Big
[Biggie] Yeah I hear you dogg, I hear you, alright, 7:30
[P. Dad] Yo take down this information
[Biggie] Ain´t no pen
[P. Dad] Tell your girl then to remember it or somethin
[Biggie] Aight honey, yeah write this down
[P. Dad] Aight, ummm, flight five-oh-four
[Biggie] Five-oh-four
[P. Dad] Leaving Kennedy
[Biggie] mumbling Kennedy
[P. Dad] On the L-A-X
[Biggie] Oh! Cali??
[P. Dad] No doubt baby, you know we gotta get this paper
[Biggie] Ahh, no doubt, aight
[P. Dad] You aight?
[Biggie] I´m up, I´m up
[P. Dad] Yo Big
[Biggie] I´m UP man
[P. Dad] Flight five-oh-four
[Biggie] Alright 7:30 I´ma meet you at the airport
[P. Dad] California
[Biggie] Yeh
[phone clicks]

[Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.]
When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya
Head so hard, that ya hat can´t fit ya
Either I´m witcha or against ya
Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya
Talkin to the rap inventor
Nigga wit the game tight, Bic that flame right
Spell my name right, B-I, Double-G, I-E
Iced out lights out, me and Ceasar Leo
Gettin head from some chick he know
See it´s all about the cheddar, nobody do it better
Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather
Women, and the weed -- sticky green
No seeds bitch please, Poppa ain´t soft
Dead up in the Hood, ain´t no love lost
Got me mixed up, you drunk them licks up
Mad cause I got my dick sucked
and my balls licked, forfeit, the game is mine
I´ma spell my name one more time, check it
Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O
U-S, you just, lay down, slow
Recognize a real Don when you see Juan/one
Sippin on booze in the House of Blues

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
I´m going going, back back, to Cali Cali

[Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.]
If I got to choose a coast I got to choose the East
I live out there, so don´t go there
But that don´t mean a nigga can´t rest in the West
See some nice breasts in the West
Smoke some nice sess in the West, y´all niggaz is a mess
Thinkin I´m gon stop, givin L.A. props
All I got is beef with those that violate me
I shall annihilate thee
Case closed, suitcase filled with clothes
Linens and things, I begin things
People start to flash, 818´s, 213´s
313´s, B.I.G.
Frequently floss hoes at Roscoe´s
If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fatburger
Spend about a week on Venice Beach
Sippin Crist-o, with some freaks from Frisco

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.]
Cali got gunplay, models on the runway
Scream Biggie Biggie gimme One More Chance
I be whippin on the freeway, the NYC way
On the celly-celly with my homeboy Lance
Pass hash from left to right
Only got five blunts left to light, I´m set tonight
Paid a visit to Versace stores
Bet she suck until I ain´t got no more, only in L.A.
Bust on bitches be-lly, rub it in they tummy
Lick it, say it´s yummy, then fuck yo´ man
Fuck your plan, is it to rock the Tri-State?
Almost gold, 5 G´s at show gate
Or do you wanna see about seven digits
Fuck hoes exquisite, Cali, great place to visit
[Chorus] x2
[Chorus: Again to fade]