
Now if you in ya legend, shoot this up to ten The airways belong to disciple and the boy Cheeb-Lin First digest the heat from My toaster, blast! Cotton can last, on your block, bout to class Yeah, diggin' on the sheeba, tappin' on the Cheeba Singin' A1 sustan', cotton, you want nothin' The ass whippin' ain’t feel it when it kick in Never juggled satin, Coolie-coated Camp Lo Coolie High is how I pump, when the convinsa’s In my clutch, your burdened one sung and then hush Hollywood The rude awakenin', How much notes are we rakin' in? The more we vision, you ain’t fit for this division So put the Spliss on it, tell ya Foxy put her lips on It It’s murder one when the stones on it I was tryna tell ya now, to cop a hill from the 3 o’clock and Sum’n tap; will it happen when you fall sat’n? No counterfeit, neva dug the sound of it, Lo Cold twisted out, razor candy-cut, what Them Sugar Streets where the hustle-pros 'n cats meet My Camp lookin' like Flinn about to boogie in It’s our Seeba-Sugar Wars tryna landscape pleasure I face the North, and the North face bubble feather Stone-Trife, Jungle-Knife, Diamond Crook Campus Destined for Sugar City and we coppin' Willie’s Hampus Coolie High gotcha wide Coolie High keeps ya wide Coolie High gotcha wide Coolie High keeps ya wide Coolie High wants ya wide Once the heater’s on, you know that mean the war chief’s in Meltin' ice grills from the Ace Boon and Mac 10 Eldorado R and a sparklin' Chevrolin' All the dusaks, until the c-notes pack in And ain’t no such thing as 3 o’clock, I cruise the block in my snorkel A Thailand swang, six figures I’m tryna see A song coastin', sippin' on some Cleopatra potion Got me tipsy, waitin' for some sugar rain to hit me This is livin', screeching though the cracks of Hell’s Kitchen Talkin' dynamite slang, in my wheels while I’m brick pitchin' Check the crumb-crusher charol, suga love out of sight Double-murder block bust, Geechi Gray airtight; And the War Chief pullin' the ol' Brown suga-con Through the doorway of Suga, hit the stairway and down (Dig It) I can dig It, can you dig it? Diamonds Glow Geechi stay fresh in the flesh-diced fro We ThunderCats, it’s all about stashin' the coffee Butter drippin' off me, I talk it like I walk it On Uptown grounds; Jungle-Champ compounds Where the Law’s always found, and War Chief run the town The last cards was dealt, so is the last hander
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