paroles de chanson Peaches (Remix) feat. Ludacris, Usher & Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg , Ludacris , Justin Bieber , Usher

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 ya, protect ya
Sex ya like you've never been sexed
Got your legs shaking like the Go-Go challenge, so (who's next?)

Crushed grapes in my Mauritius
Girl, you're my flavor of love, you so delicious
I'ma make you my Missus
All these candy-coated kisses, you're 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 (woo)
I got the keys, we can have it on lock
And I'll lick it like ice cream with a cherry on top, Luda!

And I say, oh (oh)
The way I breathe you in (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 ya 'til the end of time

I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, shit)
I get my weed from California (that's that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (badass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)

Don't be thinking that she's mad at you
She from Decatur, so she got a little attitude (yeah)
She do what she wanna do
Wonder where she learned to bounce that booty, what's her secret?
I bet her momma went to Freaknik

I bought a flight, I need her with me on the Westside
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 he right, I

I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, shit)
I get my weed from California (that's that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (badass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)

Land of the tree, home is the base (home is the base)
Kush in my woods, smoking with grace (smoking 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 (I did it again)
Whole VIP smelling 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 is a knockout, nothing but the heavyweight
Everywhere I go, California weed, state to state
You know I got it on me, finest only
I'm in the building, I make a phone call to all my out-of-town homies
I'm the ambassador of legalization (legalization)
I got a passion, I'm leading a nation
Haters be hating a lot
But all the Dogg got is a lot of money, weed and patience

I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, shit)
I get my weed from California (that's that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (badass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)

I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, shit)
I get my weed from California (that's that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (badass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)