LAX to JFK

[Verse 1: Madlib] Ayo, people always asking (Ayo, where Madlib at?) 'Cause I won’t be up at them parties where they be at (Hey Madlib—I ain’t see you and yo' boys, whatcha been doing?) Be chilling, trying to make money, stay out this ruin Keep my music tight, so y’all don’t hear no booing Oh, whatcha you been doing? (Drinkin’ 40s with my crew and—) I be hearing people talkin’ behind my back, but that’s a normal reaction When they be doin' the fraction Then the next person doing (Aw) But I’m still relaxin’ Or my name ain't Jackson, I be maxin’ Lootpack ’99 main attraction Hitting it like two hundred degrees, we went overseas From Tennessee (on a plane) ten to three We hit a bar on the way to N.Y.C., with no delay LAX to JFK [Interlude: Samples] [Verse 2] Niggas out here acting like everything is lovely Smiling in my face scheming, wishing they was all above me Small cats react off movies they peep Take it out to the streets until they six feet deep I’m mapping out my plan to hit the next trip Rock a show, clock the dough and make niggas head dip I’m on the next thick chick, I stick with, I hit spliffs before we lift For instance Hit the ground, now we up in New York, JFK airport All my niggas in O.X. hold down the fort Me, Peanut Butter, Wildchild, DJ Romes Only here to take out whack clones like Diddy Combs Whack massacre [?] (How many? About eighty percent) Can’t fuck with my crew But anyway, we always come original any day (any day) From LAX to JFK [Outro: Samples]