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from Will Smith - Big Willie Style (1997)
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at the start of the new jiggyness with the Trackmasters Camp Lo and Willie gon' give it to ya know what I mean lot of macoronis here check it out for all the tenderonis ah ha ha like chatchy and joni Verse 1: Will Smith lights camera action the hip-hop attraction Fresh Priggy John Bliggy player haters been hatin' all my playin' for years now they seein' they worst fears as I bathe in cheers parades and accolades all shades and ages it's me the outrageous my zeal contageous the smile inspirator Aspen to Grenada one of the only mc's to say cheese with Scharwtzenegger everywhere I go they know me Planet Hollywood in Paris accidently spilt a drink upon they ?? truth of the matter I've been loungin' livin' it up givin' it up in monopulate surrondings been around the world and I-yi-yi ain't seen enough of this fly-yi-yi my attitude pervasive my effervensence bringing you back to the essence with the... Chours: Will Smith/Camp Lo yes yes y'all and ya don't stop mic check y'all and ya don't quit repeat 2X Verse 2: Will Smith verse two 'bout to slay you worst than the first verse packin' my purse but yo without one curse I survive in rarified air where only few can live thoughts in my brain like that train in the fugitive I pledge allegiance to the soul of the game stepped away as Fresh Prince came back with my real name a rose by any other still beautifies the room so don't get consumed when a brother's known to gloom it's amantics but yo it's really good to be back never racing the rap just lacing the track not sarendipadee with me it was a plan b 'bout to have an oscar standin' next to my grammiesss plural mucho no need to talk though I'm a just do so I'm comin' at ya with the smoothest slickness behold the style lick of this kickin'... Chorus Verse 3: Will Smith a GQ cover twice this brother's nice vanity fair you saw me there I discovered life outside of rap got the cream and all that but kinda left a void in me you can't keep runnin' in and out of my life said my mic aight pump your radio you could record as they place my welcome mat at the music awards coming throgh America tinted in high beams rose petals at my feet like I'm Prince Akeem so to all you player haters while y'all sayin' y'all rhyme please stop sayin' Jada cause that name's mine I rocked the Philly fade with the divin' waves yes yallin' till I'm bald like Issac Hayes bad eyes or greys back pain or bad legs I'm a get better with age trust Chorus |
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from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)
[Sonny Cheeba] <BR>Peep the story <BR>Sonny Cheeba, Geechie Suede <BR>Check it out <BR>Volume 1 of this joint <BR> <BR>[Geechie Suede] <BR>I ski in Switzerland <BR>Down in morocco gamblin', handlin' <BR>B.I. for my crooks back in the BX, sex, collect wines <BR>Italian designs, quicksilver <BR>Come paint the canvas if needed but should it be not <BR>Cause everything goes accordin' to plan <BR> <BR>[Sonny Cheeba] <BR>Yo killin' em softly <BR>Makin' em cop plea <BR>Blessin' the black leaf <BR>Stakin' with 40 thieves <BR>Now diggy bruh, time to conjugate on my delegates <BR>Shikaka, all of bo daggin', from the tri-borough <BR>In they dime, lita named sunshine <BR>The lower for lana diggy now <BR>Rockin' his pocket flo the mass that <BR>Hackensack, highway to holly for this cashmere <BR>Satin pro, got the somali, rolls on my mind <BR> <BR>[Geechie Suede] <BR>In france i dance by the moon <BR>Sailin' from cancun, steamin' vega's lace <BR>Limpin' with some delegates that put me on <BR>Capridi scarf around my neck, little red corvette <BR>We got some merchandise to heist <BR>Up in canada we move <BR> <BR>[Sonny Cheeba] <BR>Right, right, right <BR> <BR>Chorus: <BR>Callin' up the diamond delegates <BR>Black connection <BR>For the sonny cheeba and the suede <BR>Black connection <BR>Got the bronx brooklyn and the harlem <BR>Black connection <BR>All the triborough got the back of black connection <BR> <BR>[Sonny Cheeba] <BR>She scored me up, told me rolls are dyin' <BR>Wired geechie suede, be right there <BR>For this caravan, to relieve the bread <BR>Harlem brook bx <BR>Catch the character that snatched the goods <BR>Huggy bear <BR>Put me on to the will on it hit the gas <BR> <BR>[Geechie Suede] <BR>I got the wire <BR>Ignored it, then poured it real slow in tekida's glass <BR>Her radiance, radiance smilin', diamonds giorgio splash <BR>The suede is aroused and caress and caribbean gems <BR>The squeezin' of jizza is stimulated now on my bend <BR>Lent symphonies, left a crystal rock i copped at tiffany's <BR>She sniffed her arm, let her hair down and paced the balcony <BR>I scraped the well <BR>Dada have her on the score for years, but backed into hawk <BR>Who pullin' shiest manuevers on my camp, yeah <BR> <BR>[Sonny Cheeba] <BR>I don't understand, what the fuck is up, where my man <BR>Eat a bowl of hot cock, now sonny cheeba volume one <BR>Catch the mighty bullion cat, comin' out the door, what what <BR>Arby's over top, mop 'em up, juke his monkey ass <BR> <BR>Callin' up the diamond delegates <BR>Black connection <BR>For the sonny cheeba and the suede <BR>Black connection <BR>Got the bronx brooklyn and the harlem <BR>Black connection <BR>All the triborough got the back of black connection <BR> <BR>[Geechie Suede] <BR>My huggy bear connect, connect <BR>Me cautious, I enter a flamin' scorch, you by the door, moolah <BR>All over the floor time to gather <BR>As much as i can tryin' not to get blam off in a vicious <BR>Get message to cheeba, in need of assistance right now <BR> <BR>[Sonny Cheeba] <BR>Then i get the rumble on the hip, i hit her fuzz <BR>Gotta split, give my peeps who wants sober <BR>Suede in town, bridge bound <BR>See the shiesty eyes, filled in double o <BR>This is it, thru the corridor <BR>Hit the floor, time y'all pack it up <BR>What y'all laughin' at <BR>Loose cannons, blaze my hathaway <BR>Shake a leg, into the hallway, vision geechie suede <BR>Coolie high cats <BR>Back to back, bout to see the gates <BR>Twist of fate, ease up into the room, let the guns play <BR> <BR>[Geechie Suede] <BR>Avoid the penal in jeopardy with no ammo to blow <BR>But me and my a-c goin' out in less than zero, oh no <BR>Now here come the crooks <BR>Paradin' by storm with the luegers and oar <BR>We conquer ground as usual <BR>Lo empire can never fall <BR>yeah <BR> <BR>Callin' up the diamond delegates <BR>Black connection <BR>For the sonny cheeba and the suede <BR>Black connection <BR>Got the bronx brooklyn and the harlem <BR>Black connection <BR>All the triborough got the back of black connection Callin' up the diamond delegates <BR>Black connection <BR>For the sonny cheeba and the suede <BR>Black connection <BR>Got the bronx brooklyn and the harlem <BR>Black connection <BR>All the triborough got the back of black connection <BR> <BR>[Sonny Cheeba] <BR>Brother joe chi be a part of <BR>Black connection <BR>Sonny cheeba be a part of <BR>Black connection <BR>Cat fabu be a part of <BR>Black connection <BR>Van suede always be a part of <BR>Black connection <BR> <BR>And we ride on(laugh)
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from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)
Uh... uh... uh... uh
CHORUS: If you from the BX connects nigga Nigga come on If you from the BKs you flays nigga Nigga come on If you from the cherry QBs nigga Nigga come on If you from the NY you fly nigga Nigga come on Nigga come on VERSE ONE: [Geechie Suede] Now here we are star apport a sarsparilla In the Don Ezetti on the Veric Express We got the imperic and vino just for the keeper And yes he be the Cheeba And yes I be the Suede So gimme zigga zigga And we can get with Kiki The seventh heaven cloud is for my coofie and Daichiki So you see me on the upper But it's always the Loer We make it Hollywood cuz diamond cooks is takin' over [Sonny Cheeba] And yes yes you to the BN Scores like 10 on my IQ test Stay live with Divine so I'm so funky fresh I rocks to the east I flows to the west Does Max Julien number one draft pick? A finger to the wrist here we go for the Knicks It's like that super phat catch a heart attack Then smoke the Shooby Dooby with the black nostaljack CHORUS 2x VERSE TWO: [Sonny Cheeba] No not she I know it can't be Hair so sweet how sweet can they be? I rock around the clock then I end up on your block I give the cat a smack to the rhythm tick tock But who he? You know it only be the Sonny Chee And who that? The king in Aerofin Geechie Suede I ride up on a wave and pursue their gameplays By Zemiah Jackson be there like she stole something, brah [Geechie Suede] Yo, she call me Portier She had the Oreano stashed in the Hathaway So knwo wew hipsiano to the Barry Cotto Height And now we got the fuzz flash and crazy fucking lights The diamond life is trife But we can get this rotto so get riler with the glamour We meet them in Aruba get the goods down in Savannah You know it can't be them so it's got to be Loer And we make it Hollywood cuz diamond cooks is takin' over CHORUS 2x VERSE THREE: [Geechie Suede] One for the money two is for the Ebeneezer We used to stick these cats for all they masses and they pieces An we do it on our leisure I keep away we seize her I used to rock a bubblegoose wild child into the fever Now we in the Estee Lauder And Nina rich in sage The microphone kimono with tequilla for my tempest I said it once before and I'm sayin it all over We make it Hollywood cuz diamond cooks is takin' over [Soony Cheeba] Drop cats from BX on the one and the two We sippin on the booze with the little big league shoe Somebody pulled a heist but they just don't know who I wonder how we do heist the juice how we do I'm in the airy lye with a little bit of ooh I do swing my flings but I practise kung fu Now this here be the end so we will be seeimg you Nigga come on Nigga come on CHORUS 3x I get fly (you get fly) heads collect BKs you flays south QB (you get fly) Camp Lo in the mafi (you get fly) Always move like that one time for y'all (you get fly) Get fly Get fly The rhythm is all over you The rhythm is all over you The rhythm is all over you The rhythm is all over you |
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from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)
You need to come inside and check Lo
Relax yourself and let the sugar Lo flow Coolie High got you wide You need to come inside and check Lo Relax yourself and let the sugar Lo flow Coolie High keeps you wide You need to come inside and check Lo Relax yourself and let the sugar Lo flow Coolie got you wide You need to come inside and check Lo Relax yourself and let the sugar Lo flow Verse One: Its rainin alizay Im floatin through the Holland tunnel swervin Im diggin on the Sheeba Pullin Sheeba she be splergin We lurkin with the coon Cuz we be murkin from the boogie And shittin on the crowds Cuz they jive fakin woody Yeah.. Tre shots of life for all night you dig it Camp-ah hotta pinata Too big quiver get hipper Spillin coffee inside my automo' Aldo Crackin satin and leather What's happenin bullet convincer Cash straight outta comic.. Books catchin the flurry Keep your eye on the Lo Where Mr.... Cuz we comin wit hammers and drivers With the buddahs and rugars And shot cruisers and rovers Diamond crooks.. takin it over With razors and cutters With the sugar and butters Pimp the seasons in leathers We live for Coolie High treasures And.. Check the queen bee Lady Ree diggin Grace Check the place 3 o clock shat no we aint Fred and Cot bring it in the paint no such thing Blasts of dynamite sing my superfly to the.. Cleopatra in the casino with gold sugar Dig my harlequinn And drench you with my diner garments From Beva to Bevro in the Montaro slidin to Dero With bottles of Asti Spumanti to tranquilize my heaven Count seven we gettin explicit shootin sugar to the shorties Luchini to spare let me see you Its losin the air Word life Chorus: You need to come inside and check Lo Relax yourself and let the sugar Lo flow Coolie High got you wide (repeat 3X) You need to come inside and check Lo Relax yourself and let the sugar Lo flow Verse Two: Lo keeps the party live The 80 proof is leakin got me screachin Jersey Drive We screamin cuz we caliber is bring it Im layin in the purple rain until I see some action We movin motionless.. continuos and thats happenin We got the bubbly pourin through me and Cleopatra's casino See back in Coolie High Jack and Jitterbugs and Dolemite's outta site Anti-hatahs cats in the city On the money takin the tri-state under sore savant Billy Holidayin' the Foxy Browns with my Harlequinns Penny he repellin reflected crystals is Hollywood Dont pull the stars Cuz we lickin Cuban cigars.. and sippin Moe Playin the jigga cotton The figgas on the Lo and Lo Blessin the dimes Keepin my Camp is on the higher flow Livin the crimes hittin them slide For the c-note Yo.. President city Pourin right on the JJs and Sautee Cab Callowayin the last of the finest Shot Sirus Christ is comin lower with Jiggas less to zero that Sex the Lo Dice the Lo Ill tell you what On the night vision decision underneath the silver moon Boy from company C A day sugar love Chief be for stonin Robbin chero be for midnight The safety's off the toaster And my shadow's by the moonlight Cuz Data's on the levels and the Lo is on the EQ My stamina is sugar And its love love forever yall Chorus Outro: ------ Camp Lo-ah (x27) |
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from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)
Peep the story
Sonny Cheeba, Geechie Suede Check it out Volume 1 of this joint I ski in Switzerland Down in morocco gamblin', handlin' B.I. for my crooks back in the BX, sex, collect wines Italian designs, quicksilver Come paint the canvas if needed but should it be not Cause everything goes accordin' to plan Yo killin' em softly Makin' em cop plea Blessin' the black leaf Stakin' with 40 thieves Now diggy bruh, time to conjugate on my delegates Shikaka, all of bo daggin', from the tri-borough In they dime, lita named sunshine The lower for lana diggy now Rockin' his pocket flo the mass that Hackensack, highway to holly for this cashmere Satin pro, got the somali, rolls on my mind In France I dance by the moon Sailin' from Cancun, steamin' vega's lace Limpin' with some delegates that put me on Capridi scarf around my neck, little red corvette We got some merchandise to heist Up in Canada we move Right, right, right Callin' up the diamond delegates Black connection For the sonny cheeba and the suede Black connection Got the Bronx Brooklyn and the Harlem Black connection All the triborough got the back of black connection She scored me up, told me rolls are dyin' Wired geechie suede, be right there For this caravan, to relieve the bread Harlem brook bx Catch the character that snatched the goods Huggy bear Put me on to the will on it hit the gas I got the wire Ignored it, then poured it real slow in tekida's glass Her radiance, radiance smilin', diamonds Giorgio splash The suede is aroused and caress and Caribbean gems The squeezin' of jizza is stimulated now on my bend Lent symphonies, left a crystal rock I copped at tiffany's She sniffed her arm, let her hair down and paced the balcony I scraped the well Dada have her on the score for years, but backed into hawk Who pullin' shiest maneuvers on my camp, yeah I don't understand, what the fuck is up, where my man Eat a bowl of hot cock, now sonny cheeba volume one Catch the mighty bullion cat, comin' out the door, what what Arby's over top, mop 'em up, juke his monkey ass Callin' up the diamond delegates Black connection For the sonny cheeba and the suede Black connection Got the Bronx Brooklyn and the Harlem Black connection All the triborough got the back of black connection My huggy bear connect, connect Me cautious, I enter a flamin' scorch, you by the door, moolah All over the floor time to gather As much as I can tryin' not to get blam off in a vicious Get message to cheeba, in need of assistance right now Then I get the rumble on the hip, I hit her fuzz Gotta split, give my peeps who wants sober Suede in town, bridge bound See the shiesty eyes, filled in double o This is it, thru the corridor Hit the floor, time y'all pack it up What y'all laughin' at Loose cannons, blaze my hathaway Shake a leg, into the hallway, vision geechie suede Coolie high cats Back to back, bout to see the gates Twist of fate, ease up into the room, let the guns play Avoid the penal in jeopardy with no ammo to blow But me and my a-c goin' out in less than zero, oh no Now here come the crooks Paradin' by storm with the luegers and oar We conquer ground as usual Lo empire can never fall Yeah Callin' up the diamond delegates Black connection For the sonny cheeba and the suede Black connection Got the Bronx Brooklyn and the Harlem Black connection All the triborough got the back of black connection Callin' up the diamond delegates Black connection For the sonny cheeba and the suede Black connection Got the Bronx Brooklyn and the Harlem Black connection All the triborough got the back of black connection Brother Joe chi be a part of Black connection Sonny cheeba be a part of Black connection Cat fabu be a part of Black connection Van suede always be a part of Black connection And we ride on |
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from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)
*On and on and some try to do this
Yes y'allin to the Camplo *Repeat I get Krystal Karrington, ice rock gritty Carly doh on flowin tea flashers, Acapolco how my sign seen Second to catch it First I feel it when I peel it In the hall wit my orchestra, orchestratin my plans Gifted Caramela, cinderella hold a fella tight Make the octopussy do tha why to see for the night Call me by first name - Cheeba, sip the tang divas In my sinasex get the intersect, it's the kid But she make me wanna holla pass a dollar wit glass Sucky, sucky for the nookie, meditatin on that arse Doc that feel good, but it feel good when I splash Get me high make me eat the hunky pie, Seaworld We gone navigate the underground, blammin out Metropolis Higher rock to this said the 85 I take my steez Turnin towards Kahlua, knew I shouldn't a ran it through And I should clean my shadow, any in that ego We could take it to the Lugers, Cheeba make them unfold Took my scammer s'now old, meditate on this one Check I'm freezin wit the flame I put the blame on tough job Generatin low life, Geechi Suede c'est la vie Shook it off, now start to say one Bogart Caca, Caca convince her and bulletproof heart Its swift ice burglins on clips don't slip They shift the diamonds we suck on my crew and lucky stips *Repeat (x2) Above the aquapool, hovercrafts teleport my lubricant Golden axe, who's the drunken monk, uno delegate Margarita glinch, lyric cannon out my trench Welcome back to Fairy, Sonny Cheeba out garden (Count to ten) I freaks my porter bloody peaks in Don't theme the pimps for his devil ment (fuck that) Need this, game genie pourin me a weeny and a buttist Sustain that gain while I free fall (Lets do this) Hoppin, sat in not jivin Hijackin trains like (everybody get some) Its like that ho height, elephants speak up Down the wino Jones in pardon if I break up Protectin east give the signals, got my henchman a mail ya Convincin Kashmir runnin cat scans on sequence Then we Shalamar assassinate the seminar Simarotta symphony hit the ball flee the globe Dynamo dinero, crusade genie casino Cheeba ride the rhino, royal rubies at Reno Venezuela electric, twistin trees Tahiti Forty these a terror that ever belongs to Suede (Crash) Tell a tubby cos Angelica is tellin a Cash sarratoga, Fahrenheit is flat, fuck the die End of year for this Kashmir, Suede shit bro Microwavin yo ass, and meltin in yo mouth, like *Repeat (x2) |
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from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)
This is it (What?!)
Luchini pourin' from the sky Lets get rich (What?!) The cheeky vines The sugar dimes Cant quit (What?!) Now pop the cork and steam the vega And get lit (What?! What?! What?!) Introducin', phantom of the dark Walk through my heaven with levitation From efficient and these leathers showboatin with Rugars Flash vines, Belafonte vigga Lets get for what it's worth As we confiscate your figgas Cassanova brown levitatin jiggy in da shiggy's In la hotta Car 54 chasin diamond runners Headin ice bound, where every chilla dime can get Your Harlem buck strut freezin world hice Hollywood Madame Butterfly let me in your house of pleasure From the knuckle swat shadowboxin catchin black-eye blues I play the deef (What?!) Sensations at the Monte Barbie screamin (Cheeba!) For fillin pleasures at my castles (Blow the smoke out!) The boss of Vegas substitutes when the Dutch is gone The Lo don't stop give me shouts Its the season sauters Souflers for swervin no corners We magnets to moolah Livin wit Charlie's Angels hornets No smilin were slidin That gets you caught up in the octa Or deaded for movin Its just like that as we proceed Saturday night special better take it lightly Ja-Jiyah A happy time quest to the coast of Key Largo wire-ah The chain gang keep your ears out for our years Sippin' fountain root house of bamboo paradise *This is it (What?!) Luchini pourin' from the sky Lets get rich (What?!) The cheeky vines The sugar dimes Cant quit (What?!) Now pop the cork and steam the vega And get lit (What?!) [1st time] This is it (What?!) [2nd time] (What?! What?!) (x2) For these feral herds of seas of black cheese that I can't missa Silky Days, satin nights taken flights down We sensation spanish flyin with the lady Scarface Bottoms up sunshine.. Love Potion Number 9 And we headin from the magic city chessin this sweet On your orifachiny in London Relaxation in Bora Bora Got notion to bring it... sing it Love up in my function Stonin... robbin We hiestin merchandise and gunnin Love it... leave it But bless the war chief or his bison Get it... got it The Lo will forever be nicin Yeah; the Sonny Cheeba he be sippin Armaretta The Geechie Gracious he be sippin Armaretta We float the tri-state drink in this satin vines This Coolie High jack pack from the sugar shack Then what we do after we sip the Armaretta We start the Harlem River quiver Dig it sweet daddy Sharpen the crimson blade High sierra seranade Anatomy for seduction be this here Jealousy... Enter the place with grace Jersey Armaretta the burstin of clouds It pours.. everything seems better Or flats with love we move Only in the mist Its Lo its life And we can't get enough of this *Repeat [1st time] This is it (What?!) [2nd time] This is it (What?!) (x2) Yeah The Sonny Cheeba he be sippin Armaretta The Geechy Gracious he be sippin Armaretta The Joe King he be sippin Armaretta The Chaquita Kid he be sippin Armaretta We got high stakes for mine Kiwa Armaretta And then my man Ill Will sip Armaretta And then my man Cab in the tray sippin that We slide through the Tri-State with the hi-hat And then I float side-to-side in my Coolie High And then I peep the sunset with this Spanish Fly Yeah And then I float down south with the Boogie Flats And then I slide up in-between a ziggy And all of that gibs |
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from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)
Now who got what you don't got, Lo do, next verse
My alumni comply will shank high, slide, then curve On some Suede shit, and my ambiance be on some far Don't you reach kid, you can get vamoose, what's the use? Well we welling down the whiskey, Cheeba reach the rainbow drive Towards the Bermuda Triangle with my high Enter the rocket, foul, friend of the cris-tal In the Blue Oyster, shooting Zorro to get paid Fade into the shade, fine moonshine and wine Now dig what I say 'uh', make me say it one more time Himalaya playmaker, stashing goods and get the stepping Seven minutes in heaven, so I gleam the Lina Horne This way the Cheeba will prevail, sail Indian skies My display of Bellafonte` ice, cheeky, it's fly Got the ravishing ruger, waiver on deck, my sea port In the regional hydro-park, post card, and get praised. Hottest M.C.'s, blazing the hemp, limp crystal cool In another millenium blow the dust off these jewels Peep the due, laddie, I blow, operation, pacific If they want it, I kick it all the way to Wakiki Iron curtain, certain I pull a stocking and skirt-and Fa-la-la-la, they run, and chill is chiller Dynamo Duo burnt it, at the Bokeemi heat stroke Yes Sonny Cheeba with the Satin Struthers make up Yo G. Suede! *How we gonna do it? one time y'all Boogie to the left and to the right y'all Why? be the jiggy Camp Lo cats Pouring Balentines in your palenstines, Check it out! I put on my shades cause I enter the sunset rays With the ha-ha, yeah I see you, you see me Now it's Bye-ya, heat drop from the cah-cah phase Practice yoga, freezing out, spraying Afro-sheen The Lo shit be that jiggy shit, Jah, get your wages up Lebanon, off the Henny-Dom, higher horizons Flagrant, silky step toes don't touch the pavement Just toss Ice and Bricks, skimmer slick, ace, duece, tray shit My [Bon]ocular, occupy the ocean, off the octagon The ooohs! and onyx through the opal, Villa Valore Spilling New Score, the green leaf on it, I pour the meeble On the fraudulent and galavant, in the Mercury Segal Call you Sarafina, I throw my thumbalina, up in Dairy Queen 'uh' Seen her, up in the Beamer with the jiggy fox Sonny Cheeba, cashmere, no go back to your apple jack With no finesse in distress And a full confession, on how you messing, getting funky lessons >From the Doctor Strange love, apprevesance See the star and crescents, when I open up that ass She's in wonderland, and we do electric bugaloos Now we here at the frontier, by Suede, vintage out Cover my square, re-assemble my crooks for assembly Make note of my mark, east-trace, slice and brace ox All flam and flamboyant, meet me crossroads, one way zones If you with it, I'm with it, blow my smoke, claustrophobic You can get dealt with, on these flats and you know it Come on! *Repeat (x2) This is how we do, this is how we do Check it, check it out y'all, this is how we do This is how we do, this is how we do Check it, check it out y'all, this is how we do This is how we do, this is how we do Check it, check it out y'all, this is how we do Lo 'uh', Lo 'uh', check it out, check it out, uh! |
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from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)
*Now all the divas on the left you keep on (rockin' it)
And all the fellas on the right you keep on(rockin' it) And all my peoples in the back you keep on(rockin' it) And all the peoples in the front you keep on(rockin' it) Nina, listen Uno poppi chulo 69 position and switchin' Welcome to Belavour just what you been missin' I'm gettin' Caught up in this On the riviera with made of satin On me be for kuna Under the noona and palmetto on the slysaretto speakin' bonticetti was wichetto We be doin' it ever way you could imagine Now it's up to the cheeba to make it mo' betta as we flo And foxy bonita, cha cha cha sonny cheeba Excella Mardi Gras and we funky valentine I'm sex-posed to your voodoo see you peek-a-boo Love american style What, my how do you mix What, fix a hopscotch or butt-ox she diggy What, interlude aculpoco you bad don't hurt nobody What, 3 miles out from the coast of satin city Sonny cheeba from the BX connects dig it *Repeat (x2) She said that I can call her genie bought me a martini Some compliments of my paraphenalia from australia I ain't no playa so don't you get it confused I'm the sway-ful-lay, that's the chico man, that's the cherry fools The n-e ass and fabu got hawaiian bless Spillin mazzola between the cracks of my villanova Them sober days ain't even seen up in my inner vision The strizzy days of hollywood raises my style of livin' Lost esmerado solero Searchin' every season for the sexy senorita Take my aphrodisiac and wing it back on sunset Some said So to rise and full of bronx who said uh Hater made the cats a-cough it out without no shootout Jive-time sucka for africa from like moses Straight up *Repeat Da da da day Da da da da da da day What, yes her name cheeba What, rocks to the beat What, now you say cheeba, if i say some she say cheeba Dunny boleega cheeba Ain't no naptan blue Cheeba twist up the ganja, anethesia Now you say the lower Who rang lower Right on time Midnight magic, lower Max julian, lower Who you dig, lower Diamond city bombers So, la la la la La la la la la la It's the emerald suede gleamin' with the diamond cheeba We blowin' morado Weezin' the lightnin' through hollow dimensions My broke collisions stay reflectin' off bottles of jensen The unforbidden cashmere caught tech ca-nipsin' Correct suspension for this ride to hollywood *Repeat (x2) |
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from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)
Lower, lower, lower, lower
Got the bubbly Pourin through me Got the bubbly Pourin through me (sparkly) Bubbly pourin through me Got the bubbly Pourin through me (sparkly) Diamond runnin, strangers in paradise over flash Sugar cane alley cats, Lo in parade With the black spades, courvosier Spillin on the rocks Intoxicating the satin dogs With his private bands And it don't stop To the midnight This glass got me right Only live lo light Don't drown in the mo dawn On to the disco Sisco got me laced Scorch a half a quart Then E&J get chased Bronx vigilantes, call us big willas Diomond crook avengers, sheeba doll stealers Give me sunshine dada Have twenty one convictions solute For the africaaner midnight express how we do Hold my razors buku Jiggas and figas of coolie faceded shadow boxers Under cover faggot lovers Dig my satin struthers Coolie high on the sky Fro and the fly Car wash bubble out In a grand stand land Gold day e'yday sip the slick and the 'stoute Sticky self, sticky self bye-bye Every district Bring the mischief Sing the sweet back Blaze the schama, drop the vac, push the seat back Diamante catch reflect off the chrome rim Private stock drenched me, I can't stop from bubblin' (bubblin') Ally cat anthem (anthem) Always bless the instru (instru) Jungle brown see smoke complete the Lo official (sparkly) *Got the bubbly (Loer) Pourin through me (Loer) Got the bubbly (Loer) Pourin through me (Loer) Sparkly (x4) Welcome to shadowin heaven It's the seven layers of pleasure My genuine draft with the Loer acurate measures Precision on beats if your camp is wanted where ever I'm bring in the vein, clappin rhythmes to stormy weather Bro', kissin in quiet fire Higher will get us lower Staufer, she coffe diggin Riggin' in shattered lifers We only jive talkin Razor keep cotton squawkin Blazin the loose cannans On top of white diomonds sands Street corner symphonies spillin Prisons are lower twistin Brown Hornet keepin it nappy Keep us on, keepin on ...shades to black Gleamin of the roof of the Ac Don't know how to act Wildin' with the non-chalant pack Slappin the theives With the unbelieves That it be Shakin your block With the six million dollar bop Just stop The bloodclot tears For years, we air-tight (tight) On another flight Until the farenheit (Harlem night) Harlem night I'm shakin your thoughts keepin the Lo blaze sharp for life It's a jungle masquerade and we forever stone trife That chick out the car commin from the island of ice No contact with sheist bubblin with mr. midnight And talkin in jive floatations With cases Of slick and shovelin herb hip tone From black belt jones The ebony junction'll Be the function Yo, dig it Time to shake a leg, get up in your wig suga (sparkly) *Repeat (x3) Loer Pourin through me It's the Loer Geechie Suede It's the Loer Sparkly It's the Loer With the Cheeba (get the drizzy on) How we do it (get the drizzy on, get the drizzy on, it's the Loer) Sparkly (ca-varsie, cavarsie) Alright, alright Yeah, get your drizzy on How we flow, T Get your drizzy on Fled to tri-state Get the drizzy on Sparkly Yeah, get the drizzy on, get the drizzy on, get the drizzy on |
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from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)
We made the lyrics
Nigga gon' tell me how I did it Lower lower lower lower Got the bubbly Pourin through me Got the bubbly Pourin through me (sparkly) Bubbly pourin through me Got the bubbly Pourin through me (sparkly) (Sonny Cheeba) Diamond runnin strangers in paradise over flash Sugar cane alley cats Lo in parade With the black spades courvosier Spillin on the rocks Intoxicating the satin dogs With his private bands (Geechie Suede) And it don't stop To the midnight This glass got me right Only live lo light Don't drown in the mo dawn On to the disco Sisco got me laced Scorch a half a quart Then E&J get chased Bronx vigilantes, call us big willas Diomond crook avengers, sheeba doll stealers (Sonny Cheeba) Give me sunshine dada Have twenty one convictions solute For the africaaner midnight express how we do Hold my razors buku Jiggas and figas of coolie faceded shadow boxers Under cover faggot lovers Dig my satin struthers Coolie high ?? on the sky Fro and the fly Car wash bubble out In a grand stand land Gold day e'yday sip the slick and the 'stoute Sticky self, sticky self bye-bye (Geechie Suede) Every district Bring the mischief Sing the sweet back Blaze the schama, drop the vac, push the seat back Diamante catch reflect off the chrome rim Private stock drenched me, I can't stop from bubblin' (bubblin') Ally cat anthem (anthem) Always bless the instru (instru) Jungle brown see smoke complete the Lo official (sparkly) Got the bubbly (Loer) Pourin through me (Loer) Got the bubbly (Loer) Pourin through me (Loer) Sparkly (repeat 4x) (Geechie Suede) Welcome to shadowin heaven It's the seven layers of pleasure My genuine draft with the Loer acurate measures Precision on beats if your camp is wanted where ever I'm bring in the vein, clappin rhythmes to stormy weather (Sonny Cheeba) Bro', kissin in quiet fire Higher will get us lower Staufer, she coffe diggin Riggin' in shattered lifers We only jive talkin Razor keep cotton squawkin Blazin the loose cannans On top of white diomonds sands Street corner symphonies spillin Prisons are lower twistin Brown Hornet keepin it nappy Keep us on, keepin on (Geechie Suede) ??...shades to black Gleamin of the roof of the Ac Don't know how to act Wildin' with the non-chalant pack Slappin the theives With the unbelieves That it be Shakin your block With the six million dollar bop Just stop The bloodclot tears For years, we air-tight (tight) On another flight Until the farenheit (Harlem night) Harlem night I'm shakin your thoughts keepin the Lo blaze sharp for life It's a jungle masquerade and we forever stone trife (Sonny Cheeba) That chick out the car commin from the island of ice No contact with sheist bubblin with mr. midnight And talkin in jive floatations With cases Of slick and shovelin herb hip tone From black belt jones The ebony junction'll Be the function Yo, dig it Time to shake a leg, get up in your wig suga (sparkly) Got the bubbly (Loer) Pourin through me (Loer) Got the bubbly (Loer) Pourin through me Sparkly (repeat 3x) Loer Pourin through me It's the Loer Geechie Suede It's the Loer Sparkly It's the Loer With the Cheeba (get the drizzy on) How we do it (get the drizzy on, get the drizzy on, it's the Loer) Sparkly (ca-varsie, cavarsie) Alright, alright Yeah, get your drizzy on How we flow, T Get your drizzy on Fled to tri-state Get the drizzy on Sparkly Yeah, get the drizzy on, get the drizzy on, get the drizzy on |
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from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)
*Don't give me your swing
I got mines and that's the thing Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings Don't give me your swing I got mine and that's the thing Blahzay blahzay blahzay who names bell ring Now for the grab the stash To the alley Varner any splash Tryin not to crash Swervin got the la-la on the dash Getting bent up in the armored truck stuck him for his glam shit is candy yams Now we movin on the ancient mans They using psycho vision For the Valentino Gorabani Fuck Armani Butter We above these climbs Hiest the harbours Word to godfathers getting bleed Chasing on down to Venice Tellin sire bout my alley runnin ways Thats how it was cus Now they got us blammin at the fuzz Its all gun and poses on a bed of roses gettin shugged wrap him in a rug leave him on the roof till he stink Hit the pool-hall Fled the calico and watch him blink Movin on Picaso Painting my portraits and condos Cuz when the Lo blows Only the Lo knows who doe knows (hey hey) *Repeat (check this) I don't hate players, Im from the crown rhyme sayers Whatever kid- sayers get down with no delaying I play my cards shark style, kings and aces Welcome to New York the illest of all places I never bleed even through this plaza of greed You got the rarest, true aint game in yo world Not them Forrest Gump niggas with shades and S-curls (uh) I tilt my crown fly I'm trying to angle you girl The me and you alliance, is no doubt the fly science We'll prosecute the phony star picks with our style The million dollar necks word go head crack a smile My name is Ish and that's something even in this tish Of pimps, players, hustlers, and killahs and they wish Your pretty to me, put in me in your frame your complex attitude intrigue me...stronger than blow you know, we can play the scenes like Pacino and Pfieffer My queen'll shine on brinks three karats and brighter Finesse in foreign fabrics crit seers tighter Them clown kids you dealt never belt I came around swift and got felt That champagne brand name style got melt My man Killah Jules put me close to these jewels thats dropped in the lesson sent to crush fools (crush em..peace) Yo yo, Dont give me your swing I got mines and thats the thing Its not your swing Its mines and thats the thing So all that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings All that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings |