BLACK EYED PEAS Cali To NY lyrics

As soon as A La stepped off, the floor
People started hollerin', for more
Beggin' us to bless 'em with an, encore
You know the Peas they game to that, for sure

No matter what the coast we, be on
Pacific or Atlantic we, stay strong
Foreign or domestically, we conquer
All obstacles professionally and rock on

And that's exactly how we made it rock, made it rock
We turn this on and then we make it hot, make it hot
We also known to 'cause a state of shock, state of shock
We start at 2 then go to 10 o'clock, 10 o'clock

10 o'clock the next day that is, day that is
No matter what city or state that is, state that is
Don't ask no questions, that's the way that is, way that is
Don't ask no questions, that's the way that is

Back, back, back, back, and forth
From Cali to New York
Back, back, back, back, and forth
From Cali to New York

Back, back, back, back, and forth
From Cali to New York
Back, back, back, back, and forth
From Cali to New York

Introduce Posdonus y'all, 'nus y'all
Sticky like cous-cous y'all, cous y'all
Be the words that I apply, apply
My peeps mass, karma N.Y., N.Y.

Check it out, you see you other emcees, sound like brother emcees
Raised by the same pop and mother emcees
While I got a lot of brand in my name, I'm recognizable
Leavin' me the cash amount, that's quite sizable

Rich in that English that's broke as hell
That's why my niggaz in the hood understand me so well
It's the modern rap type talk used to walk, all over your ears
You hear the thump, this track pumps like, well order

Some others fell short of the line of finish
You didn't practice harder at the scrimmage
Now my image is the golden cup
My career is dirty compared to yours, it's all washed up


Back, back, back, back, and forth
From Cali to New York
Back, back, back, back, and forth
From Cali to New York

Back, back, back, back, and forth
From Cali to New York
Back, back, back, back, and forth
From Cali to New York

We, we, we, we regulate and cross plates, destruct ya
Toss coins to distract it and we bust ya
Minds blow bigger than tempers out in Russia
Cuss like a sailor, make you shame like Thelya

Stitch a verse tailored to fit
Spray paintin' your spit on the deco we art, spread apart
I raid mo' tracks than flicks in, "Beat Street"
With kicks until the sole-Soul wear out, never that

We weather that, you light in the ass and feather that
Heavy like black leather coats, you pleather that
Last dick on the line, we way ahead of that
Squeezin' like Freddie Foxx, and his two glocks

Rocks don't impress niggaz who speak to God
We get jams to make a tuna melt
Held down by the BEP, we strictly, new getty
Two-fifty up in front of the mic, so what it look like?

Back, back, back, back, and forth
From Cali to New York
Back, back, back, back, and forth
From Cali to New York

Back, back, back, back, and forth
From Cali to New York
Back, back, back, back, and forth
From Cali to New York

Back, back, back, back, and forth
From Cali to New York
Back, back, back, back, and forth
From Cali to New York

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