Yesterday

Riff e|----------------------------------------| e|------------------------------------| B|----------------------------------------| B|------------------------------------| G|----------------------------------------| G|------------------------------------| D|----------------3--3--6--5--3-----------| D|----------------3-------------------| A|--3---3--6---6-----------------3--------| A|--3---3--6---6----------------------| E|----------------------------------------|(3x) E|------------------------------------| (Riff) Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday I wanna go back to yesterday I wanna go back to yesterday I wanna go back to yesterday I wanna go back to yesterday Yesterday () We going back to the front, give them what they want Back to the past, retro glass Back to the leader, back to reviews Take them back to the future Take them to the true school Cause we was breaking atoms, live at the barbeque Now we reminiscing, pumping Audio Two Listening to niggas, niggas with them attitudes Apple with some Black Sheep screaming (Pausa) can get with this or you can get with that Smoke emcees, or you could smoke crack You can sell dope, or you can sell raps I sell dope raps cause that where it at () Now I back on the scene, crispy and clean hip hop fiend Source Magazine, World Famous is the Supreme Team SP-1200 drum machine, hail to Latifah she be the queen DMC and Run be the kings, king of rock My nigga Ice-T killed a cop and we be to rap what key be to lock (Pausa solo de Baixo) I cool like that, I cool like that I move like that because I smooth like that I rap like that because I phat like that I rock like that because I got it like that Riff 2 e|--------------------------------------------------------------------| B|--------------------------------------------------------------------| G|--------------------------------------------------------------------| D|--------------------------------------------------------------------| A|--3---3--6---6---------------------3---3--6---6---------------------| E|----------------3---3--4--4--4--3----------------3------------------| (Riff 2) And I ill like that, skilled like that Feel our pains, cause I feel like that I real like that, yes, I chill like that We gots the chill (Pausa) I got pounds and pounds of peas you know I not Large Professor but I an extra pro Punks jump up to punk rock The Master P-nut is a pistachio The Peas peak past the pinnacle plateau Posses a fresh Porsche, I don push Peugeot Packing out paper in a pass I was pulled Get paid to rock mics and used to call the show Here we go, yo, here we go, yo Check the flow yo, cause this retro It my classic mani-fucking-festo Lyrically I magic, fucking presto Introing hip hop like Deko Making sure it won stop, baby, heck no That a what, that a what, a scenario Reminiscing while I listen to the stereo I reminisce, I reminisce I reminisce, I reminisce When it times like this () I wanna go back to yesterday I wanna go back to yesterday I wanna go back to rappable Cause oh baby, I like it raw () Yeah baby, I like it raw Oh baby I like it raw Yeah baby, I like it raw () Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yey Comment ta le vous, parlez vous francais? Adios motherfuckers, bon voyage Home of the liquid flows and Liquid Swords Black eyed killer peas on the swarm Coming to your college and disco dorm Y can touch my skills I can switch it up doesn't get iggity-iggity-ill Yiggity-yes rapper, my style is unique Iggity ice on my teeth, so it cold when I speak Word to mom, I in my own world Galaxy Rays, powerful () I wanna go back to yesterday I wanna go back to yesterday I wanna go back to yesterday () So I can hit you with the bass, how low can you go? I get lower than the midget doing limbo I got shit that you haven heard a while ago the style go, way back, rocking on the A-track Memorex, TDK, all of that, throw back before all the desert rap Willy the name and the boy coming, Straight Out of L.A A crazy motherfucker named Willy I so cold my flow stay chilly I got a laser aimed at them haters And I cutting motherfuckers on my razor You too boy, if you fuck with me I dice you up, slice you up quickly I signed a roofless when Dre dropped Dre Day That why I do this, to bring you back to yesterday Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday, tiger style There noplace to hide as I step inside the room Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom, bam, I slam Aw, man, you fucking with Will.i.am Cause I torching and scorching, my style is awesome Cracking motherfuckers skulls like it porcelain Ay yo, let save hip hop from Dr. Kevorkian Bring it right here, right back to it origin Ay yo, I hop in my motherfucking DeLorean So I can go back and fucking perform again Ay yo, I do some wind mills and some fucking linoleum MC Mike controlling them, I was like I was steady policing them Killing emcees, I was straight deceasing them Compute-deleting them them niggas don exist Because Black Eyes Peas is hard as hell Battle anybody, I don care if you tell I excel, they all fail, I told them motherfuckers I take them () Back to yesterday I taking you back to yesterday I taking you back to yesterday I taking you back to yesterday I took you back to yesterday I took you back to yesterday I took you back to yesterday I took you back to yesterday And now I taking you to the future I taking you to the future I taking you to the future I taking you to the future I taking you to the future Taking you to the future Take you to the future Take you to the future Future, future, future, future, future