Lời bài hát Peaches (Remix)
I get my peaches out in Georgia
Apple Bottom from New York
Orange in Florida
Vitamin C mixed with this vitamin D
Now you got vitamin me
And your prescriptions fill more than
Them trees in California
I'm always gon' adore ya
Kiss you and caress ya
Anything just to spoil ya
Gift you protect ya
Sex ya like you never been sexed
Got your legs shakin' like
The Go-Go Challenge so
Crushed grapes in my Mauritius
Girl you my flavor of love
You so delicious
I'ma make you my missus
All these candy-coated kisses
You my strawberry shortcake
That ass'll make me catch a charge
And miss the court date
Sweet as honeydew
Watch me kneel right
In front of you
We'll set the world on fire
Then light a blunt or two
I got the keys
We can have it on lock
And I'll lick you like ice cream
With a cherry on top
And I say oh
The way I breathe you in
It's the texture of your skin
I wanna wrap my arms
Around you baby
Never let you go oh
And I say oh
There's nothing like your touch
It's the way you lift me up yeah
And I'll be right here with you
'til the end of time
I got my peaches out in Georgia
I get my weed from California
I took my chick up
To the North yeah
I get my light right
From the source yeah
Usher baby
Don't be thinkin' that
She she mad at you
She from Decatur so
She got a little attitude
She do what she wanna do
Wonder where she learned
To bounce that booty
What's her secret
I bet her mama went to Freaknik
I bought a flight
I need her with me
On the west side
She'll be here tonight
She from Atlanta she smoke
We call that a peach tree ooh-wee
I got my peach
From out of Georgia
Only one that understands me
Only one know
How that lifestyle can be
Always meet me in the middle
Circle of trust
She in the center
Give her what she need
Bought her a condo
On the Upper East
Big Apple but I love that peach
So ripe and a bright eye
I got my peaches out in Georgia
I get my weed from California
I took my chick up
To the North yeah
I get my light right
From the source yeah
Land of the tree
Home is the base
Kush in my woods
Smokin' with grace
Pass it around
And give 'em a taste
And you can tell that
It's fire by the look
On they face
Blame it on Dogg
I did it again
Whole VIP smellin' like it's Christmas
You don't wanna miss this
California weed on ten
This hits different
I'm like JB where you been
This a knockout
Nothin' but the heavyweight
Everywhere I go
California weed state to state
You know I got
It on me finest only
I'm in the buildin'
I make a phone call
To all my out of town homies
I'm the ambassador of legalization
I got a passion
I'm leadin' the nation
Haters be hatin' a lot
But all the Dogg got
Is a lot of money
Weed and patience
I got my peaches out in Georgia
I get my weed from California
I took my chick up
To the North yeah
I get my light right
From the source yeah
I got my peaches out in Georgia
I get my weed from California
I took my chick up
To the North yeah
I get my light right
From the source, yeah yeah
