Going Back To Cali

I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali, hmm, I don't think so I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali, hmm, I don't think so Going back to Cali, styling, profiling Growling, and smiling, while in the sun The top is down, on the black Corvette And it's fly, cause it's sitting on Dayton's Laurents steering wheel, plushed out, gold-leaf phantom top And three girls waiting Vroom engine's blowing, the chrome, is shining Passing all the cars on the way Movement of the wind, back wheels spin Pop in a cassette and push play I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali, yea y'all, I don't think so I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali I'm going back to Cali, shaking 'em, baking 'em Takin 'em to spots they never before hung They know the place, on Sunset it's a trip Where the A.C.'s cold, but the girls still strip The record skip, but this girl kept dancing Prancing, grinding, grinning, romancing I asked her to the barn, so we could hit the hay I want to do this, Brutus, but I don't want to pay I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali, no man I don't think so I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali I'm going back to Cali, rising, surprising Advising, realizing, she's sizing 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 it was fast, but this girl was faster She's looking 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, 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