Working my money ‘till I get gold When I get it, I ain't ever goin' back again Every Friday mornin' 'Cause I can't get enough 100 Percent, yeah, pure grindin' Started out with nothing and I still got most of that The world ain't give me much, I'm

Go ahead and jump I got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen Ah, can't you see what I mean? Ah, might as well jump Might as well jump (jump) I get up, and nothin' gets me down

I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali 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 ***** wit the game

Can't get you out of my head Out of, out of my head Out of my headphones It's like the record stopped spinning And you're gone again and I'm stuck here alone I turn it up, you turn me on It takes me back It takes all night long

I recall when I used to come home never had a dime But Lord I always had a good time And I recall drinkin' wine with one of my friends Lord, I can't go back again Am I losin' my own way back home Am I losin' a good friend that I've known Am I losin'

I can't go on and on Setting fires to keep you warm I can't keep you from harm But I'm set on fire to keep you warm Out in the cold you've been I begged you to come back in But I can't do this again What would I do?

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Going back to Cali) When the la-la hits ya lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that your hat can't fit you Either I'm with ya or against ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya Talking to the rap

Might as well jump. Jump! Go ahead and, jump. I've got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen. Oh can't you see what I mean? I get up, and nothing gets me down. You got it tough. I've seen the toughest around. And I know,

Yeah you got my back against the wall I said you got me where you want me again And I can't turn away I'm hanging by thread and I'm feelin' like a fool I'm stuck here in-between The shadows of my yesterday I want to get away I need to get away Now you

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I