Cruisin' down Peachtree, somethin' like Peachtree, somethin' like Beechtree, somethin' like Peachtree
You see the peach I see, cruisin' down Peachtree
The world's makin' wars, and we be makin' love, and we be makin' up
And I thank the man above, they can't mess with us
So just ignore the rumors, rumors like a tumor, cruisin' down Peachtree
The world's makin' wars, and we be makin' love, and we be makin' up
And I thank the man above, they can't mess with us
So just ignore the rumors, rumors like a tumor
But don't pay no response to the trauma
You're my armada, you're my sweet mama
Cause the world be makin' wars, and we be makin' love, and we be makin' up
And the world can't mess with us
Cruisin' down Peachtree, somethin' like Peachtree, somethin' like the picture I see, somethin' like Peachtree
I got the world crazy, you know
But we just swizzy, just us
And I thank the man above
Ooh, ooh
Cause the world be makin' wars, and we be makin' love, and we be makin' up
And I thank the man above
So just say who you love to the one, two
Do you like my moves
I hope you like my tunes, I hope you like my groove
Cause I been fresh from the womb
All my love I got for you
Just us two
And you know I can sing the blues
I'm a winner, I never lose
You know who got the juice
To the fruit, got it juicy, juicy, got it
You know I'm mommy
You make the head turns, make the head pop
Make the head pop like she did the wop, wop, wop
Juicy to the fruity
All my, all my cranium, all my ranium
I like uranium
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cause the world be makin' wars, and we be makin' love, and we be makin' up
You know they can't f*ck with us
Yeah, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Bruisin' down Peach Street
The world's makin' wars
And we be makin' love
And we be makin' up
And I thank the man above
They can't mess with us
So just ignore the rumors
Rumors like a tumor
Bruisin' down Peach Street
The world's makin' wars
And we be makin' love
And we be makin' up
And I thank the man above
They can't mess with us
So just ignore the rumors
Rumors like a tumor, like a tumor
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English
Cruisin' down Peachtree, somethin' like Peachtree, somethin' like Beechtree, somethin' like Peachtree
You see the peach I see, cruisin' down Peachtree
The world's makin' wars, and we be makin' love, and we be makin' up
And I thank the man above, they can't mess with us
So just ignore the rumors, rumors like a tumor, cruisin' down Peachtree
The world's makin' wars, and we be makin' love, and we be makin' up
And I thank the man above, they can't mess with us
So just ignore the rumors, rumors like a tumor
But don't pay no response to the trauma
You're my armada, you're my sweet mama
Cause the world be makin' wars, and we be makin' love, and we be makin' up
And the world can't mess with us
Cruisin' down Peachtree, somethin' like Peachtree, somethin' like the picture I see, somethin' like Peachtree
I got the world crazy, you know
But we just swizzy, just us
And I thank the man above
Ooh, ooh
Cause the world be makin' wars, and we be makin' love, and we be makin' up
And I thank the man above
So just say who you love to the one, two
Do you like my moves
I hope you like my tunes, I hope you like my groove
Cause I been fresh from the womb
All my love I got for you
Just us two
And you know I can sing the blues
I'm a winner, I never lose
You know who got the juice
To the fruit, got it juicy, juicy, got it
You know I'm mommy
You make the head turns, make the head pop
Make the head pop like she did the wop, wop, wop
Juicy to the fruity
All my, all my cranium, all my ranium
I like uranium
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cause the world be makin' wars, and we be makin' love, and we be makin' up
You know they can't f*ck with us
Yeah, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Bruisin' down Peach Street
The world's makin' wars
And we be makin' love
And we be makin' up
And I thank the man above
They can't mess with us
So just ignore the rumors
Rumors like a tumor
Bruisin' down Peach Street
The world's makin' wars
And we be makin' love
And we be makin' up
And I thank the man above
They can't mess with us
So just ignore the rumors
Rumors like a tumor, like a tumor
You see the peach I see, cruisin' down Peachtree
The world's makin' wars, and we be makin' love, and we be makin' up
And I thank the man above, they can't mess with us
So just ignore the rumors, rumors like a tumor, cruisin' down Peachtree
The world's makin' wars, and we be makin' love, and we be makin' up
And I thank the man above, they can't mess with us
So just ignore the rumors, rumors like a tumor
But don't pay no response to the trauma
You're my armada, you're my sweet mama
Cause the world be makin' wars, and we be makin' love, and we be makin' up
And the world can't mess with us
Cruisin' down Peachtree, somethin' like Peachtree, somethin' like the picture I see, somethin' like Peachtree
I got the world crazy, you know
But we just swizzy, just us
And I thank the man above
Ooh, ooh
Cause the world be makin' wars, and we be makin' love, and we be makin' up
And I thank the man above
So just say who you love to the one, two
Do you like my moves
I hope you like my tunes, I hope you like my groove
Cause I been fresh from the womb
All my love I got for you
Just us two
And you know I can sing the blues
I'm a winner, I never lose
You know who got the juice
To the fruit, got it juicy, juicy, got it
You know I'm mommy
You make the head turns, make the head pop
Make the head pop like she did the wop, wop, wop
Juicy to the fruity
All my, all my cranium, all my ranium
I like uranium
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cause the world be makin' wars, and we be makin' love, and we be makin' up
You know they can't f*ck with us
Yeah, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Bruisin' down Peach Street
The world's makin' wars
And we be makin' love
And we be makin' up
And I thank the man above
They can't mess with us
So just ignore the rumors
Rumors like a tumor
Bruisin' down Peach Street
The world's makin' wars
And we be makin' love
And we be makin' up
And I thank the man above
They can't mess with us
So just ignore the rumors
Rumors like a tumor, like a tumor
Writer: Cleayon Thom
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid