[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