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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 

  (Cm  Eb  Ab  G) 
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 
   (Cm  Eb  Ab  G) 
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 
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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 
  (Cm  Eb  Ab  G) 
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 
 (Cm) 
Yeah baby, I like it raw 
Oh baby I like it raw 
Yeah baby, I like it raw 

    (Cm  Eb  Ab  G) 
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 

     (Cm  Eb  Ab  G) 
I wanna go back to yesterday 
I wanna go back to yesterday 
I wanna go back to yesterday 

   (Cm  Eb  Ab  G) 
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 
  (Cm  Eb  Ab  G)
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