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... 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 Daytons Nardi steering wheel, plushed out, gold-leaf phantom top And three girls waiting VRRRROOM engine's blowin', the chrome, is shinin' 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... hey 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, shakin' 'em, bakin' 'em Takin' 'em to spots they never before hung I know a place, off Sunset it's a trip Where the A.C.'s cold, but the girls still strip The record skipped, 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, Cali, Cali I'm going back to Cali... 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, 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, 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