Cali To NY
[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 onPacific or Atlantic we, stay strongForeign or domestically, we conquerall obstacles professionally and rock onAnd 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 forthfrom 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 emceesRaised by the same pop and mother emceesWhile I got a lot of brand in my name, I'm recognizableLeavin me the cash amount, that's quite sizableRich in that english that's broke as hellThat's why my niggaz in the hood understand me so wellIts the modern rap type talkused to walk, all over your earsYou hear the thump, this track pumps like, well orderSome others fell short of the line of finishYou didn't practice harder at the scrimmageNow my image is the golden cupMy career is dirty compared to yours, it's all washed up
[Chorus - 4x]Back, back, back, back, and forthfrom Ca-li to New York
[Verse Three: Dove]We, we, we, we regulate and cross plates, destruct yaToss coins to distract it and we bust yaMinds blow bigger than tempers out in RussiaCuss like a sailor, make you shame like thelyaStitch a verse tailored to fitSpray paintin' your spiton the deco we art, spread apartI 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 thatHeavy like black leather coats, you pleather thatLast dick on the line, we way ahead of thatSqueezin like Freddie Foxx, and his two glocksRocks don't impress niggaz who speak to GodWe get jams to make a tuna meltHeld down by the BEP, we strictly, new gettyTwo-fifty up in front of the mic, so what it look like?
[Chorus to fade]Back, back, back, back, and forthfrom Ca-li to New York