Peoples is preachin
Think they can teach us
Tell me take the apples but I want the PEACHEZ.

And when it comes to
Habits we are creatures
But I'm in the batter's box your on the f**kin bleachers.

And all you prissy pricks
In Prada T-shirts,
We're flippin' suckers and we're chokin out the leechers.

And if you try to mess
With my sweetness
I'll chop you up and pound you into reese's pieces.


You, You got to do
Do what ya do

You suckers better eat these peachez too.
You got to do
What you want to

Before they try to take them Peachez from you.

Flip up the meaning

So you can see it
Without the fleas on all the %#@! that you've been eatin.
Straight to the gut

See how you're feelin
And if you throw up then it's probably for a reason.
Your mind is like a sponge

And I'm squeezin
Wring it out until your brains is what your sneezin.
We got the sticky green

That you're breathin
Chalk it, pull it, choke it,
Let the beat sink in.


You, You got to do
Do what ya do

You suckers better eat these peachez too.
You got to do
What you want to

Before they try to take them Peachez from you.

But I want the PEACHEZ too.