Yesterday Lyrics - Black Eyed Peas

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 

Apl with some Black Sheep screaming 

"You 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's where it's at 

Now I'm 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 

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My nigga Ice-T killed a cop 

And we be to rap what key be to lock 

I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that 

I move like that because I'm smooth like that 

I rap like that because I'm phat like that 

I rock like that because I got it like that 

And I'm ill like that, skilled like that 

Phil-i-ppines, cause I feel like that 

I'm real like that, yes, I'm chill like that 

He gots the chill 

I got pounds and pounds of peas you know 

I'm not Large Professor but I'm an extra pro 

Punks jump up to punk rock'n'roll 

The Master P-nut is a pistachio 

The Peas peak past the pinnacle plateau 

Posses a fresh Porsche, I don't 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's my classic mani-fucking-festo 

Lyrically I'm magic, fucking presto 

Insuring hip-hop like gecko 

Making sure it won't stop, baby, heck no 

That's a what, that's a what, the scenario 

Reminiscing while I listen to the stereo 

I reminisce, I reminisce 

I reminisce, I reminisce 

When it's sounding 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 allez-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'all can't touch my skills 

I can switch it up Das Efx and get iggity-iggity-ill 

Yiggity-yes rapper, my style is unique 

Iggity ice on my teeth, so it's cold when I speak 

Word to mom, I'm in my own world 

Galaxy raised, 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't heard a while ago 

'88-'92 the style'll go, way back, rocking on the A-track 

Memorex, TDK, all of that, throw back before all the [?] rap 

Willy is his name and the boy's coming, Straight Out of L.A 

A crazy motherfucker named Willy 

I'm so cold my flow stay chilly 

I got a laser aimed at them haters 

And I'm cutting motherfuckers with my razor 

You too boy, if you fuck with me 

I'mma dice you up, slice you up quickly 

I signed to Ruthless when Dre dropped Dre Day 

That's why I do this, to bring you back to yesterday 

(Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday) Tiger style 

There's no place 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'm torching and scorching, my style is awesome 

Cracking motherfuckers' skulls like it's porcelain 

Ay yo, let's save hip hop from Dr. Kevorkian 

Bring it right here, right back to its origin 

Ay yo, I'mma hop in my motherfucking DeLorean 

So I can go back and fucking perform again 

Ay yo, I [?] some wind mills and some fucking linoleum 

MC mic controlling them, I was like 

I was steady policing them 

Killing emcees, I was straight deceasing them 

Compute-deleting them 'til them niggas don't exist 

Because Black Eyes Peas is hard as hell 

Battle anybody, I don't care if you tell 

I excel, they all fail, I told them motherfuckers I'mma take them... 

Back to yesterday 

I'm taking you back to yesterday 

I'm taking you back to yesterday 

I'm 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'm taking you to the future 

I'm taking you to the future 

I'm taking you to the future 

I'm taking you to the future 

I'm 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...