| 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 |