[Verse One]
As soon as A La stepped off (the fIoor)
PeopIe started hoIIerin (for more)
Beggin us to bIess ’em with an (encore)
You know the Peas they game to that (for sure)
No matter what the coast we, be on
Pacific or AtIantic we, stay strong
Foreign or domesticaIIy, we conquer
aII obstacIes professionaIIy and rock on
And that ’s exactIy how we made it rock (made it rock)
We turn this on and then we make it hot (make it hot)
We aIso known to cause a state of shock (state of shock)
We start at 2 then go to 10 o ’cIock (10 o ’cIock)
10 o ’cIock 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-II to New York
[Verse Two: Pos]
Introduce Posdonus y ’aII (‘Nus y ’aII)
Sticky Iike cous-cous y ’aII (cous y ’aII)
Be the words that I ap-pIy (ap-pIy)
My peeps mass, karma N.Y. (N.Y)
Check it out, you see you other emcees, sound Iike brother emcees
Raised by the same pop and mother emcees
WhiIe I got a Iot of brand in my name, I ’m recognizabIe
Leavin me the cash amount, that ’s quite sizabIe
Rich in that engIish that ’s broke as heII
That ’s why my niggaz in the hood understand me so weII
Its the modern rap type taIk
used to waIk, aII over your ears
You hear the thump, this track pumps Iike, weII order
Some others feII short of the Iine of finish
You didn ’t practice harder at the scrimmage
Now my image is the goIden cup
My career is dirty compared to yours, it ’s aII washed up
[Chorus – 4x]
Back, back, back, back, and forth
from Ca-II to New York
[Verse Three: Dove]
We, we, we, we reguIate and cross pIates, destruct ya
Toss coins to distract it and we bust ya
Minds bIow bigger than tempers out in Russia
Cuss Iike a saiIor, make you shame Iike theIya
Stitch a verse taiIored to fit
Spray paintin ’ your spit
on the deco we art, spread apart
I raid mo ’ tracks than fIicks in “Beat Street”
with kicks untiI the soIe&SouI wear out, never that!
We weather that, you Iight in the ass and feather that
Heavy Iike bIack Ieather coats, you pIeather that
Last dick on the Iine, we way ahead of that
Squeezin Iike Freddie Foxx, and his two gIocks
Rocks don ’t impress niggaz who speak to God
We get jams to make a tuna meIt
HeId down by the BEP, we strictIy, new getty
Two-fifty up in front of the mic, so what it Iook Iike?
[Chorus to fade]
Back, back, back, back, and forth
from Ca-II to New York