[Intro: Geechi Suede]
Lo Camp, Lo Camp, Lo...
Lo, Lo...
[Verse 1: Geechi Suede]
Yo, this is for the sugar streets
Geechi Grace about to dance but the hawk is out
I throw my beer on the [?] can't make your motions
In the solo grips, about to slide a case of coffee
Disciples war for the coolie high I'm holding on
To a fresh polished roscoes
So do yourself a favor jah and just take it slow
The boogie's on cause it's all about the notes
But the diamonds lay where the war chief's about to float
[Verse 2: Sonny Cheeba]
If the diamonds lay and candyass don't pick em up there
Cold Che's squashing whole camps, leaving cotton flames
The hottest cats in town, the game, be the diamond torch
Full course with a razor al slice to that ass
[Verse 3: Geechi Suede]
We still run the town, it's coolie high and a brick heaven like the blaze
Close your eyes and just count to seven, stone 'n' rob
Busting down on the cotton swabbers spread hot
Burning blocks on some three the hard, we Thundercats
Dripping rain on your campsite, don't make a sound
Or you can kiss that ass goodnight
Yo, the juggle stop, we cats is Willie and can hold they own
I love the jungle, yo Che's ain't no place like home, word up
[Verse 4: Sonny Cheeba]
Ain't no site like home cause the site of [?]
Can you feel it? The Che's gettin' up and cutting ass
Cut em up from the down [?] get they stash and float
Leave em broke is how we do
[Chorus: Geechi Suede, (Sonny Cheeba)]
Lo where you camp at?
(Boogie down where we come from)
Screaming Harlem
(Got nothing but love for the 'lem)
South Crooklyn
(Rosco pullin' jitterbugs)
Huggy Queens
(Keep the Foxy Browns on the scene)
Can't forget [?]
(Scouting cats with the razor al)
New Jerz
(It's like our brothers from another mother)
West side
(Yo they always loud)
And no doubt VA
(Gotta hold a place to parlay)
[Verse 5: Sonny Cheeba]
Yeah, check the fire in the rain from the inner city maze
Stone 'n' robbin make the coolie high jack last for days
Dynamite Willie style through the heart is what we sing
Puppet man flings a scatman did my thinga-thing
Ain't no doubt, flight [?] flockin' em out
Cotton cats wanna inherit a foot in they ass
Black grass in the cut, we gon hustle with sho
Bring it tough like we like it murder one black stuff
[Verse 6: Geechi Suede]
I'm on my way uptown with a half a pound of sweets in the trunk
Razors stinging, got them cats singing murder one
I keeps it Parkay, melting on your ears for the year
But don't no love live here, I want your camp reaching for air
[Verse 7: Sonny Cheeba]
Reach for the air, nowa be the last since dig it
Once the Che's in Chero, slicing through your whole borough
With the short eyes keep it pronto and thoro
3 o'clock no never, rosco for whatever
Lullabies we sing when we be doin' our thing
Once the pleas is copped we float up the next block
Che's and Geechi Great, a-day, a-day
Through the hallway plus you'll get a taste of razor al
[Verse 8: Geechi Suede]
We shoutin' camps all over the world, keep getting yours
I'm stepping with the razor and we steady scraping drawers
It's all about how ya do your thing, yo no doubt
If it's sugar love then you get the love, yo we out
[Chorus: Geechi Suade, (Sonny Cheeba)]
Lo where you camp at?
(Boogie down where we come from)
Screaming Harlem
(Got nothing but love for the 'lem)
South Crooklyn
(Rosco pullin' jitterbugs)
Huggy Queens
(Keep the Foxy Browns on the scene)
Can't forget [?]
(Scouting cats with the razor al)
New Jerz
(It's like our brothers from another mother)
West side
(Yo they always loud)
And no doubt VA
(Gotta hold a place to parlay)
[Outro: Geechi Suede, (Sonny Cheeba)]
Pimps all over the world
(Mos def, mos def)
We got to get the shout
(Got to get the shout, word up)
Namean?
(NYC word up)
Man Ski up in the house, man Cap Kirk
(Cold Che's, Geechi [?] to the fullest)
(Word, Camp Lo got to rep the NYC style)
