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 you
Anything just to spoil ya, gift ya', 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 my 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 day
Sweet as honeydew, watch me kneel right in front of you
We'll set the world on fire, then have a blunt or two
I got the keys, we can have it on lock
And I lick it like ice cream with a cherry on top

[Verse 2: Justin Bieber]
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

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
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)

[Verse 2: Usher]
Don't make me think she mad at you
She from Decatur so she got little attitude
She do what she wanna do
Wonder where she learn to bounce that booty
What's her secret? I bet I'm on my way to freak it
I bought a flight, I need her with me
On the westside, she'll be here tonight
She from Atlanta, she smoke, we call that a peach tree, ooh-we
I got my peach from out of Georgia
Only one that understands me
Only one know how this lifestyle can be
Always meet me in the middle
Circle of trust, she in the center
Even when she did it
But I [?] on the upper east
Big Apple, but I love that peach
So ripe, and a bright eye

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
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)

[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
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 them a taste
And you can tell that it's fire by the look of 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

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
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, that's it)