Letra de Cali To New York, Black Eyed Peas



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 

(Coro:) (x4) 
Back, back, back, back, and forth 
from Ca-li to New York 

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 

(Coro) (x4) 

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? 

(Coro)

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