Lyrics

[Interlude: Peaches] Yeah, mm-mm-mm That shit sure feel good Hey, players, this Peaches Coming back at you one more 'gain with a big, "What's up?" Break out your black love and your Boone's Farm As I send it out one more time for East Point, College Park, Decatur, and the S.W.A.T.S.  We got that Southernplayalisticadillacfunkymuzik for your trunk And it's fat like hambone and tight like gnat booty So let me take you deep, straight to the point 'Cause it ain't nothing but king shit, all day, every day