[Verse One]
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As soon as A La stepped off (the floor)
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People started hollerin (for more)
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Beggin us to bless 'em with an (encore)
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You know the Peas they game to that (for sure)
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No matter what the coast we, be on
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Pacific or Atlantic we, stay strong
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Foreign or domestically, we conquer
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all obstacles professionally and rock on
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And that's exactly how we made it rock (made it rock)
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We turn this on and then we make it hot (make it hot)
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We also known to cause a state of shock (state of shock)
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We start at 2 then go to 10 o'clock (10 o'clock)
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10 o'clock the next day that is (day that is)
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No matter what city or state that is (state that is)
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Don't ask no questions, that's the way that is (way that is)
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Don't ask no questions, that's the way that is
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[Chorus - 4x]
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Back, back, back, back, and forth
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from Ca-li to New York
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[Verse Two: Pos]
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Introduce Posdonus y'all ('Nus y'all)
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Sticky like cous-cous y'all (cous y'all)
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Be the words that I ap-ply (ap-ply)
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My peeps mass, karma N.Y. (N.Y.)
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Check it out, you see you other emcees, sound like brother emcees
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Raised by the same pop and mother emcees
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While I got a lot of brand in my name, I'm recognizable
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Leavin me the cash amount, that's quite sizable
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Rich in that english that's broke as hell
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That's why my niggaz in the hood understand me so well
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Its the modern rap type talk
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used to walk, all over your ears
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You hear the thump, this track pumps like, well order
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Some others fell short of the line of finish
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You didn't practice harder at the scrimmage
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Now my image is the golden cup
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My career is dirty compared to yours, it's all washed up
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[Chorus - 4x]
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Back, back, back, back, and forth
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from Ca-li to New York
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[Verse Three: Dove]
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We, we, we, we regulate and cross plates, destruct ya
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Toss coins to distract it and we bust ya
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Minds blow bigger than tempers out in Russia
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Cuss like a sailor, make you shame like thelya
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Stitch a verse tailored to fit
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Spray paintin' your spit
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on the deco we art, spread apart
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I raid mo' tracks than flicks in "Beat Street"
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with kicks until the sole/Soul wear out, never that!
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We weather that, you light in the ass and feather that
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Heavy like black leather coats, you pleather that
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Last dick on the line, we way ahead of that
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Squeezin like Freddie Foxx, and his two glocks
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Rocks don't impress niggaz who speak to God
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We get jams to make a tuna melt
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Held down by the BEP, we strictly, new getty
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Two-fifty up in front of the mic, so what it look like?
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[Chorus to fade]
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Back, back, back, back, and forth
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from Ca-li to New York
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Cali To NY
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| Black Eyed Peas |
