Peaches (Remix)

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 you, protect ya Sex ya like you never been sexed Got your legs shakin' like the Go-Go Challenge, so (Who's next?) Crushed grapes in Mauritius Girl, you my flavor of love, you so delicious I'ma make you my missus All these candy-coated kisses, you 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 you 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 you 'til the end of time (Yeah) 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 (Mmm, oh; badass bitch) I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, listen; yeah, that's it) Usher baby Don't be thinkin' that she mad at you She from Decatur so she got a little attitude (Yeah) She do what she wanna do (Uh) Wonder where she learned to bounce that booty What's her secret? I bet her mama went to Freaknik I bought a flight, I need her with me (Yeah) On the west side, she'll be here tonight (Yeah, uh) 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, smokin' with grace (Smokin' 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 smellin' 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 a knockout, nothin' but the heavyweight Everywhere I go, California weed, state to state You know I got it on me, finest only I'm in the buildin' 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 leadin' the nation Haters be hatin' 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 (Yeah, that's it)