Going back to Cali – Notorious BIG
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
Nigga wit the game tight, Bic that flame right
Spell my name right, B-I, Double-G, I-E
Iced out lights out, me and Cease-a-Leo
Gettin head from some chick he know
See it’s all about the cheddar, nobody do it better
Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather
Women, and the weed — sticky green
No seeds bitch please, Poppa ain’t soft
Dead up in the Hood, ain’t no love lost
Got me mixed up, you drunk them licks up
Mad cause I got my dick sucked
and my balls licked, forfeit, the game is mine
I’ma spell my name one more time, check it
Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O
U-S, you just, lay down, slow
Recognize a real Don when you see Juan/one
Sippin on booze in the House of Blues
I’m going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I’m going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I’m going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I’m going going, back back, to Cali Cali
If I got to choose a coast I got to choose the East
I live out there, so don’t go there
But that don’t mean a nigga can’t rest in the West
See some nice breasts in the West
Smoke some nice sess in the West, y’all niggaz is a mess
Thinkin I’m gon stop, givin L.A. props
All I got is beef with those that violate me
I shall annihilate thee
Case closed, suitcase filled with clothes
Linens and things, I begin things
People start to flash, 818′s, 213′s
313′s, B.I.G.
Frequently floss hoes at Roscoe’s
If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fatburger
Spend about a week on Venice Beach
Sippin Crist-o, with some freaks from Frisco
I’m going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I’m going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I’m going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I’m going going, back back, to Cali Cali
Cali got gunplay, models on the runway
Scream Biggie Biggie gimme One More Chance
I be whippin on the freeway, the NYC way
On the celly-celly with my homeboy Lance
Pass hash from left to right
Only got five blunts left to light, I’m set tonight
Paid a visit to Versace stores
Bet she suck until I ain’t got no more, only in L.A.
Bust on bitches be-lly, rub it in they tummy
Lick it, say it’s yummy, then fuck yo’ man
Fuck your plan, is it to rock the Tri-State?
Almost gold, 5 G’s at show gate
Or do you wanna see about seven digits
Fuck hoes exquisite, Cali, great place to visit
I’m going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I’m going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I’m going going, back back, to Cali Cali
I’m going going, back back, to Cali Cali
As an aside from blunts and hoes, I heard this song right after Bill Mueller caught the final out. It’s great. Right now, the Dewey’s House enclave of the Red Sox Nation is brimming with confidence, joy, and a Greek calzone from Leo’s Pizza. I honestly feel so rejuvenated be the last two games that I could pitch an inning for the Sox if they need me.
Heroes
Dominican Duo BOS
Despite playing invisible for three games, Manny Ramirez and David Ortiz won the game for the Red Sox. Manny had two hits, including a huge single off Foulke that set the stage for Ortiz. Ortiz broke out of his 0-16 slump with a double that drove in Nomar and Ramirez. Buy your David Ortiz Fan Club t-shirts right here.
Scott Williamson BOS
Williamson’s troubles with his shoulder and control pale in comparison to the hell that he must be going through with a sick infant. He picked the exact right time to become untouchable. I just want to point out that a healthy, focused Williamson might be the best pitcher on the Red Sox, save for Pedro.
Adam Melhuese OAK
I don’t know what else a guy has to do to get his team to win. Melhuease went three for four, essentially having his way with non-Williamson pitchers. Milhouse might also have won the award for most obscure A.
Goats
Keith Foulke/Ricardo Rincon OAK
Showing the flamablity that the Red Sox bullpen gets credit for, the best Oakland had to offer was less then a 38 year old knuckleballing Tiger cast off. Maybe Rincon has Todd Walker on his fantasy team, and want him to finish off this year strong so he can trade him for sweet, sweet draftpicks. Maybe that’s just me.
Ken Macha OAK
Throwing Foulke for 51 pitches wasn’t such a good idea, was it now. Macha has been a good manager, but I think he’s falling into Gradyland. Kind of like when you’re playing a monkey in chess, you don’t try so hard and the monkey beats you. Again, maybe it’s just me.
John Burkett+Grady Little BOS
The combination of the two made this game much closer then it should have been. Little did a good job with the game, save for leaving John Burkett in for an inning too long. John Burkett gets credit for showing his inner Burkettness.
Turning Point
When Grady Little brought Tim Wakefield in the game. Wakefield and Williamson allowed two base runners in 3 2/3 innings, shutting down Oakland completely and giving the Red Sox offense time to click into gear for the first time all series.
Take that, conventional wisdom!
The way to beat the Red Sox is to shut down their bats and expose their underbelly of a bullpen. This series, the bullpen has a 1.23 era, and is 2-0. Williamson, and Timlin will soon have songs sang about them by the children who were at these two games at Fenway.
Jeff’s Take
I though that coming into Boston, the A’s needed to sweep in order to win the series. I felt that a fired up Boston Red Sox team would be tough to beat once they got the taste of victory.
That first taste was last night, courtesy of Trot Nixon’s bat. This afternoon, more gooey winning goodness was shoved down our throats off the bats of Nomar Garciaparra, Manny Ramirez, David Ortiz, Todd Walker, and Johnny Damon. This Red Sox offense actually won the same way they put up so many runs during the regular season. No one hitter takes over a game. An analogy would be that the Damon/Walker home runs were paper cuts, and then the Oritz double would be the dunk in the salt water tank.
The Sox got some luck when Tim Hudson left the game due to oblique strain in the second. Then they hit an overmatched Sparks, a befuddled Rincon, and a overworked Foulke. The Sox won this game without much help from the Green Elephants.
You, enlightened fan, can of course not look past tomorrow night. For all the talk of “who do you want in a 5-game series?” that question now becomes “Who do you want in a one game series?” I’ll take my chances with four day rest Pedro Martinez, over three day rest Barry Zito.
The storylines for this one are actually pretty nifty. You have a resurgent and rejuvenated Sox team, a reeling A’s team, the duel of last year’s top Cy Young finishers, and some bulletin board material courtesy of Tim Hudson.
In a futile attempt to think I can actually change the outcome of professional baseball games, here is Hudson’s quote:
I think we have the better team,” said Tim Hudson. “We have the best left-hander in the league going tomorrow.”
But Boston believes it has the best right-hander.
“It’s all right,” Hudson said, “I’ll take Barry Zito over Pedro Martinez any day.”