Cali' Trippin' and I my mind is slippin' away Trippin' and I'm wishin' I was back in LA
Once apon a time, I a lil' rhyme About a girl, she was in her prime I'm a boy, in my skinny jeans And was poppin out my corduroys She was a dime, I have a nickel But I had jokes, so i her giggle And her folks very influential So when I smoked that adam made her like a bad girl But she's a good girl, in a bad 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 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 don't say And it's always to forget We trippin', you gotta love it And ain't nothing wrong with making out in
Taking pictures of girls on a around the world And it, just reminds me of everything I back home Cali' and I think my mind is slippin' away 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 show us with the credit card do I fit in? I'm the token black With a coke and jack, lookin' for the girl The reason that I'm you, is the way that you do you
I wanna Rock (I 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 don't say shit And always easier to forget We cali' trippin', you gotta it And ain't nothing with making out in public
Taking pictures of on a trip 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
I'm Cali' Trippin', I'm Trippin' I'm Cali' Trippin', I'm Trippin' I'm Cali' Trippin', I'm Trippin' Trippin' Baby, Cali' Trippin' yeah Cali' Trippin' Baby, Cali' yeah Cali' Baby, Cali' Trippin' yeah Cali' Trippin' Baby, Trippin'
I Rock (I wanna Rock) And a joint, and get high (And get high) Don't talk, just Let's get in the ride, and drive
If you got good to say Then don't say And it's always to forget We trippin', you gotta love it And ain't nothing wrong with making out in
Taking pictures of girls on a trip the world And it, just reminds me of I miss back home Cali' trippin' and I 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 nothing wrong wit out in public)
I like the way the chain sits, between her bra and Takin' bong hits with her and I'm on I must admit she got me on that sprung I can't she got me on that young shit It's all cause she got my back Like a JanSport 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 lookin' in but I complain Too many highs down the game And don't be surprised when I say name Bang Cali-forn-i-a