Yesterday Black Eyed Peas
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CAPO on 3rd Fret
G 320033
C 133211
[Verse I]
We going
Take them
Take
Cause
"You can get with
Smoke em
You can sell
I sell dope
Now I'm back on the
Source Maga
SP-
DM
My nigga Ice-
And we
I
I
I
And
I'm
We
[Verse II]
I got
The
The Peas peak past the pinnacle plateau
Posses a fresh Porsche, I don't push Peugeot
Packing out paper in a pass I was pulled
Get paid to rock mics and used to call the show
Here we go, yo, here we go, yo
Check the flow yo, cause this retro
It's my classic mani-fucking-festo
Lyrically I'm magic, fucking presto
Insuring Hip-Hop like gecko
Making sure it won't stop, baby, heck no
That's a what, that's a what, the scenario
Reminiscing while I listen to the stereo
I reminisce, I reminisce
I reminisce, I reminisce
When it's sounding like this
I wanna Go back to
I
Cause oh baby, I like it raw
Yeah baby, I like it raw
Oh baby I like it raw
Yeah baby, I like it raw
[Verse III]
Black eyed killer peas on the swarm
Coming to your college and disco dorm
Y'all can't touch my skills
I can switch it up Das Efx and get iggity-iggity-ill
Yiggity-yes rapper, my style is unique
Iggity ice on my teeth, so it's cold when I speak
Word to mom, I'm in my own world
Galaxy Rays, powerful
I wanna Go back to
I
[Verse IV]
So I can hit you with the
I got shit that you haven't heard a while ago
'88-'92 the style'll go, way back, rocking on the A-track
Memorex, TDK, all of that, throw back before
Willy is his name and the boy's coming, Straight Out of L.A
A crazy motherfucker named Willy
I'm so cold my flow stay chilly
I got a laser aimed at them haters
And I'm cutting motherfuckers with my razor
You too boy, if you fuck with me
I'mma dice you up, slice you up quickly
I signed ta' Ruthless when Dre dropped Dre Day
That's why I Do this, to bring you back to yesterday
(Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday) Tiger style
There's no place to hide as I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom, bam, I slam
Aw, man, you fucking with will.i.am
Cause I'm torching and scorching, my style is awesome
Cracking motherfuckers' skulls like it's porcelain
Ay yo, let's save hip hop from Dr. Kevorkian
Bring it right here, right back to its origin
Ay yo, I'mma hop in my motherfucking DeLorean
So I can Go back and fucking perform again
Ay yo, I [?] some wind mills and some fucking linoleum
MC mic controlling them, I was like
I was steady policing them
Killing emcees, I was straight deceasing them
Compute-deleting them 'til them niggas don't exist
Because Black Eyes Peas is hard as hell
Battle anybody, I don't care if you tell
I excel, they all fail, I told them motherfuckers I'mma take them
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[Verse I]
We going
fback to the front, Fgive them what they wantGBack to the past, Cretro glassfBack to the leader, Fback to reviewsTake them
Gback to the futureTake
Cthem to the true schoolCause
fwe was breaking atoms, Flive at the barbequeGNow we reminiscing, Cpumping Audio TwofListening to niggas, Fniggas with them attitudesGApl with some Black Sheep Cscreaming"You can get with
fthis or you can get with Fthat"Smoke em
Gcees, or you could smoke CcrackYou can sell
fdope, or you can sell FrapsI sell dope
Graps cause that's where it's CatNow I'm back on the
fscene, crispy and Fclean hip hop GfiendSource Maga
Czine, World Fafmous is the Supreme FTeamSP-
G1200 drum maCchine, hail to fLatifah she be the FqueenDM
GC and Run be the Ckings, king of frockMy nigga Ice-
FT killed a copAnd we
Gbe to rap what key be to ClockfI'm cool like that, FI'm cool like thatI
Gmove like that because I'm sCmooth like thatI
frap like that because I'm Fphat like thatI
Grock like that because I Cgot it like thatAnd
fI'm ill like that, sFkilled like thatGPhil-i-ppines, cause I Cfeel like thatI'm
freal like that, yes, I'm Fchill like thatWe
Ggots the chillC [Verse II]
I got
fpounds and pounds of Fpeas you knowGI'm not Large Professor but CI'm an extra profPunks jump up to Fpunk rock'n'rollThe
GMaster P-nut is a CpistachioThe Peas peak past the pinnacle plateau
Posses a fresh Porsche, I don't push Peugeot
Packing out paper in a pass I was pulled
Get paid to rock mics and used to call the show
Here we go, yo, here we go, yo
Check the flow yo, cause this retro
It's my classic mani-fucking-festo
Lyrically I'm magic, fucking presto
Insuring Hip-Hop like gecko
Making sure it won't stop, baby, heck no
That's a what, that's a what, the scenario
Reminiscing while I listen to the stereo
I reminisce, I reminisce
I reminisce, I reminisce
When it's sounding like this
[Refren]
f I Fwanna Go back to Gyesterday C I wanna Go back to
fyesterdayI
Fwanna Go back to GyesterdayC Cause oh baby, I like it raw
Yeah baby, I like it raw
Oh baby I like it raw
Yeah baby, I like it raw
[Verse III]
fShimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, Fshimmy yeyGComment allez-vous, parlez vous Cfrancais?fAdios motherfuckers, Fbon voyageGHome of the liquid flows and CLiquid SwordsBlack eyed killer peas on the swarm
Coming to your college and disco dorm
Y'all can't touch my skills
I can switch it up Das Efx and get iggity-iggity-ill
Yiggity-yes rapper, my style is unique
Iggity ice on my teeth, so it's cold when I speak
Word to mom, I'm in my own world
Galaxy Rays, powerful
[Refren]
f I Fwanna Go back to Gyesterday C I wanna Go back to
fyesterdayI
Fwanna Go back to GyesterdayC [Verse IV]
So I can hit you with the
fbass, how Flow can you go?GI get lower than the Cmidget doing limboI got shit that you haven't heard a while ago
'88-'92 the style'll go, way back, rocking on the A-track
Memorex, TDK, all of that, throw back before
Willy is his name and the boy's coming, Straight Out of L.A
A crazy motherfucker named Willy
I'm so cold my flow stay chilly
I got a laser aimed at them haters
And I'm cutting motherfuckers with my razor
You too boy, if you fuck with me
I'mma dice you up, slice you up quickly
I signed ta' Ruthless when Dre dropped Dre Day
That's why I Do this, to bring you back to yesterday
(Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday) Tiger style
There's no place to hide as I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom, bam, I slam
Aw, man, you fucking with will.i.am
Cause I'm torching and scorching, my style is awesome
Cracking motherfuckers' skulls like it's porcelain
Ay yo, let's save hip hop from Dr. Kevorkian
Bring it right here, right back to its origin
Ay yo, I'mma hop in my motherfucking DeLorean
So I can Go back and fucking perform again
Ay yo, I [?] some wind mills and some fucking linoleum
MC mic controlling them, I was like
I was steady policing them
Killing emcees, I was straight deceasing them
Compute-deleting them 'til them niggas don't exist
Because Black Eyes Peas is hard as hell
Battle anybody, I don't care if you tell
I excel, they all fail, I told them motherfuckers I'mma take them






