Testo di Going back to Cali

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 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, 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 fuck that place, on Sunset it's a trip Where the A.C.'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 - fuck that I don't think so 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 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... fuck that I don't think so