Cali to New York - Black Eyed Peas



[Verse One]

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



[Chorus - 4x]

Back, back, back, back, and forth

from Ca-li to New York



[Verse Two: Pos]

Introduce Posdonus y'all ('Nus y'all)

Sticky like cous-cous y'all (cous y'all)

Be the words that I ap-ply (ap-ply)

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

Its 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



[Chorus - 4x]

Back, back, back, back, and forth

from Ca-li to New York



[Verse Three: Dove]

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?



[Chorus to fade]

Back, back, back, back, and forth

from Ca-li to New York