[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]

[Chorus]

[Chorus: Again to fade]