Short Eyes

[Geechi] We’s about to bust you down with the sugar love taste The diamond shake the ground but it’s only Geechi Grace War chief wanna bring it, I told 'em it’s your world Coolie high is life and Stony Walk’s.. forever It’s the Jungle Brown shit that got your whole block buzzing We picking out the fro’s, my disciple camp is coming Got the Roscoe in hand 'cos I’m living like a solider But not a toy soldier because the Lo’ers never play [Cheeba] Yeah, dom cats smoking from the flash, better dig it Brown honey keep the nappy fro – never pick it El Dorado red, bang 'em in the head, leave 'em spinning Diamonds hit the bricks, making flicks, and we grinning On the candy ass – beechin’ on the stash that he losing Double chins running whole camps, and we cruising To the Jungle Jam, call it boogie down if you wanna Back to the sugar shack – step – be a gonna [Geechi (Cheeba)] Your A-style nada lows out With the burner on your block and, weighted cotton I'm 'bout to set it, check the method, It’s just the Geechi Running terror, now and ever, that’s how I see it I’m about to bring it to you sweeter, what’s the word? (Jitterbug’s gonna bring it) Yeah, that’s the word So let’s take it to the bricks, that’s where we at Got the jungle hand thriller But where you at? [Chorus] Geechi don’t see through the short eyes Chee's never checking for the short eyes Geechi don’t see through the short eyes Chee's never checking for the short eyes [Cheeba] Bring it on The disciple and the war chief C’mon, candy ass leave it at the door Chief for real Eeech-cow, bring it to the deuce count Time’s up, why don't y'all give up Got too much sugar Buttercup wake up Short eyes 'cause the sadder life caught up with the sugar love Arrow – razor cutting, leaving with the manger 'Ello be around when this when they go down Yo wassup? [Geechi] One more 'gin with the lively jive, ya dig? Got the razor on the tongue – we dicing shit Got the hustle with my camp and get the stamps Cheeba dogs give me love, I keeps it jig If we boogie to your left, it’s still alright If we boogie to your right, then cats get left Every which way but loose, we bust 'em down Here comes the war chief now to buss 'em down [Cheeba] Bushing 'em down Bet your last war chief-a do Burning the town Leaving no survivors in the camps Sparkle their eyes Get amp and get your ass torched Check out their glossy eyes when the knuckle swatch connect Hit the deck, it’s never calm after the storm Give and go, running through camps – looking for their ass Coolie high, two of the same, shoveling their cash in quick fash' Got em, stick and move and then flash [Chorus] Geechi don’t see through the short eyes Chee's never checking for the short eyes Geechi don’t see through the short eyes Chee's never checking for the short eyes Geechi don’t see through the short eyes Chee's never peeping for the short eyes 'Cos Geechi don’t be looking through the short eyes Camp Lo never checking for the short eyes