the god's gift to ho-town [Chorus] [Suede:] Just make the bed rock At a high frequency Slide down my sled drop Drappin' drippin' Hennesey Dive in the pooza Lo
where we living Where the bezels is better Whenever we fly with no pigeons And white sand walkways Diamond crystal hallways Titties, ya, always Pussy, haze, and dark shades [Chiba:] The Lo
no Lo, but never that cuz it's back [Cheeba] We don't need no strags in here Whole lotta crushers are crushin the (?) Lo-a not lower with twenty, it
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
They say that life is a two-way street When you're not sure, you gotta trust your feet To know the right way You can keep on moving with your head down
oh ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah don't make it hard for me i need to nip this now before it's too late so what are the reasons you be questioning
to the lawyer after paying his rent, dollars and cents They're stealing pit-BULLS, put up a fence We movin on, tell the crew it's on [Cee-Lo] 'Kay, here
my man Enola, yo he's nonstop And to my kin de Calhoun, yo he's nonstop Yo that girl MP, yo she's nonstop And to that crew Camp Lo, yo they nonstop And
s ... sleep...uh I can't ol' Burd in the next room havin' nightmares It sound like wind blowin' when she weep, speak I can't I'm tired on the way to the slave camp
Big Macs for the fat, lo-cal wraps for the call centre battery hens, Japanese snacks for the choice-spoilt citizens, caviar kickbacks for the citadel
in your camp's going AWOL My Lucci situation is A Daily Operation On the strip, I refine you like Tales From the Crypt Right here's the real shit, and all that other
(feat. Camp Lo) Intro: Sonny Cheba yes at the start of the new jiggyness with the Trackmasters Camp Lo and Willie gon' give it to ya know what I mean
you how we party Losers night out, hit the club like a champ Find me a spot on the floor and set up my camp Cuttin' up the amps and dancin' with some
yes 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
... sleep...uh I can't ol' Burd in the next room havin' nightmares It sound like wind blowin' when she weep, speak I can't I'm tired on the way to the slave camp
you don't stop [starang] Steepin' to ya, dru ha, you hit the jackpot Starang bust thangs since tek found the a-black spot Me and mr. smokee, playin' the lo
man Enola, yo, he's nonstop And to my kin de Calhoun, yo, he's nonstop Yo that girl MP, yo, she's nonstop And to that crew Camp Lo, yo, they nonstop
