[Skit]
[Intro — Sonny Cheeba]
Gotta keep a jig on the sugar flats
The Sonny Chee
The Geechi Suede
Back to back in action
This how we do it
[Verse 1 — Geechi Suede]
Yes darlin' to the Camp-a Lo-a
I'm saucy with the caesar, wave the booga out the Rover
We coastin', swervin' with multiple luchini
I puff the reefer roaches and get loose off fioritti
The cutter, the oxy, the herb and really schemin'
The mac eleven subtract from your dreamin'
The Crooklyn, the Boogie, and can't forget the Queens and
The Harlem river drivin' all the boroughs in between
[Verse 2 — Sonny Cheeba]
Ayo, check it
Dig the in-between flats, give her love, give her that
Underneath the moon, checking soon for the sugar wolves
Bangin' harlequins on the air of the shiba drum
Swoop back attack, Lo pack, check the hourglass
Bona fide, hit me satisfied up on cloud nine
Love Potion No. 9, foxy was crusher
[Verse 3]
Nick of time, I stay above the ground and murk
The corners ain't safe according to the above me
So we breeze, put cruise controller on ease
Cuz we the jiggin' jungle gods, super fly vandal thieves
[Verse 4 — Sonny Cheeba]
Now
Photograph the Sundance Kid, satin freelance
Hang ten, I shit on you, fuck y'all
Callin' Cheeba too sweet, gentle phrase shout it
In Sugar Ray heaven, not the youngest dynamo
Cool with the coon skin, spook by a door now
What be the flight of the black crows, now dig that
[Hook]
I want action
A piece of the action
I live for the action
I got for the action
A piece of the action
I want action
I live for the action
I got for the action
A piece of the action
[Verse 5 — Jungle Brown]
It's me, Allah, it's the chocolate star
Bless the vein that kiss the pen
It's the super fly jungle god, Allah
Love the Solegaard pumpin' fruit from the yard
Runnin' this blade from head to the grave
Grip what you treasure, we huntin' for the pleasure
It's sho 'nuff the vine, this style of mine
Startin' the scene with the mean
[Verse 6 — Geechi Suede]
Yeah
I was born in a state of grace, I never caught a three-o-clock lace
I make it happen with the toast in your face, and that's my word
Bronze blocks I boogie, I'm singin' songs with the villains
Cuz we're acting juvenile, shankin' cats up in lobby buildings
And I'm forever and a lever lookin' jiggy
But chino figures Cleopatra swigga stone and raw diggahs
Your lost soul don't belong here
And I'mma keep it Coolie High until my Camp is in the clear
[Verse 7 — Sonny Cheeba]
[Skit]
[Verse 8 — Sonny Cheeba]
—toxicatin' ya ear with scats from the sugar flats
Spillin' the Lo sak-ah, convincer, take it light
Layin' right on the short eye scar
Bubblin' snatchin' campus of the diamond crooks
Cats of the lowest caliber with givin' up
Breakin' the shoveling stamp champs rollin' bones
Rubber token chokin' tight for them busy broads
Cotton dispatchin' ain't no bailin' out
[Verse 9 — Geechi Suede]
Ayo
I lust the lacer
No better time than now to let the
I want this canvas they see me
When I do the dirty, I keep the hammer easily seen
I hope the fuzz don't search me, we gettin' jiggy with Corona
And tequila, vodka, and I don't fret your candy ass
Cuz you
[Verse 10 — Sonny Cheeba]
Bumpin' black Caesar on high, hell up in Harlem tonight
Crackin' the crab leg, then we takin' flight
Flashin' high beams
Holdin' high penny repellant
[Verse 11 — Geechi Suede]
No doubt
Melody with the glue stick, I'm Beverley
Security to teflon
Multiply the Coolie High and a g for Grayson
Devoted to the station in this melon pop we livin'
I'm giving love to those who give the love unconditional
Incorporated for life, the Lo carries on
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