[Intro]
Dig it, steadily hip Camp Lo
The Jungle Brown and the site
For the 9...
[Verse 1: Geechi Suede]
Bismillah, it's the chocolate star
Blessed the vein, I kiss the pain
It's the superfly jungle god Allah
Love the solar God pumpin fruit from the yard
Running this blade from here to the grave
Grip what you treasure, we hunting for the pleasure
Show enuff diviness for this style of mine
Style in the scene with the-
-Yeah, I was born in a state of grace and never caught a 3 o'clock lace
I make it happen with a toast in your face
And that's my word, Bronx blocks I boogie
I'm singing songs with the villains cause we acting juvenile
Shanking cats up a lobby buildings
And I'm forever in a leather lookin' jigga
But she no figures, Cleopatra swig stone and rob diggas
Your lost soul don't belong here
And imma keep it Coolie High until my camp is in the clear
Word life
[Verse 2: Sonny Cheeba]
It's bout the same cousin, don't worry bout the puppet man
The convicas buzzin, keep makin' flicks and grand stand on the sugar flats
Then float the blocks with the [?] in 3 o'clocks
To leave em flushing little session for them cotton camps
The jiggy vines on my behind so foxy what?
It is what it's gone be with that double bubble
The [?] life in the sugar shacks easy trouble
It's sugar love, sugar that is what it is
[Chorus]
Sexy Lo, dice the Lo-wa heist (Cheeba)
Sexy Lo, dice the Lo-wa heist (Diamonds)
Sexy Lo, dice the Lo-wa heist (Jitterbugs)
Sexy Lo, dice the Lo-wa heist (Come on, short eyes)
Sexy Lo, dice the Lo-wa heist (3 o'clock)
Sexy Lo, dice the Lo-wa heist
Sexy Lo, dice the Lo-wa heist (Yeah)
Sexy Lo, dice the Lo-wa heist
[Verse 3: Geechi Suede]
Motions get made on the D-line, I juggle on the 4-line
Get rich on the 6-line, then it's time to boogie back to Harlem
We the Lo-wa, the diamond crook campus
Coolie High disciples, stone and rob trife-a-life ninety fro goers
[Verse 4: Sonny Cheeba]
Oh yeah it's ragtime, ain't no misbehaving on the Lo
Aiming for the cotton club, for my line never show
Sugar love to the puppet, pull some strings, hang em high
Shine a Lo life, lullabies say them sight
[Verse 5: Geechi Suede]
[?] burn life, let me get you right
Cause the magic slide, puffin [?]
Gonna slide this herb until my soul don't smile
And my mouth seem foul, can you dig it below
The bulletproof's under my goose, let the coffee fill my glass
Relax in sugar shacks, black pass cause we the mass
I guess cause I'm the Geechi and don't forget the Grace and
You can't forget the Chee's cause he war for the diamonds
[Verse 6: Sonny Cheeba]
So ya moves for the diamonds, roscoe blazin' for the cherro
Army on the back due to skully NYC fellas
What it is on the clock, picture figure ten-ten
Victory, raising flags, in my company flowed in
[Verse 7: Geechi Suede]
Before we burst let me stop you with the fevers of the fruit a dime
Uptown jungle brown sugar
It's the high nigga, for the sly niggas
True to life niggas, Coolie High niggas
[Chorus]
Sexy Lo, dice the Lo-wa heist (Jungle Browns)
Sexy Lo, dice the Lo-wa heist (Geechi Rob)
Sexy Lo, dice the Lo-wa heist (Cold Chee's)
Sexy Lo, dice the Lo-wa heist (Jo Che's)
Sexy Lo, dice the Lo-wa heist
Sexy Lo, dice the Lo-wa heist
Sexy Lo, dice the Lo-wa heist
Sexy Lo, dice the Lo-wa heist (third rails nigga)
[Outro]
That shooby doozy was for real bruh
(-We ain't gon ease up in the kit kat club tonight)
Check this out sugar, that's is where [?] bruh
(You wylin, that's where the fiends be)
Well you know all the fiends be bruh madams a nubious bruh. The broad is looking good like money on the wood, but check it we got to get this cash
(Aight dig it so imma touch with the crooks right now)
Tell em cats to be on time for this the business bruh to be in this to win this bruh
(You know what I'm saying that's my [?])
The broke fantastic and you don't smell like semmalite, can you dig it
