Cali To New York Lyrics

Cali To New York lyrics

[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