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