[Geechi Suede]
Now if you in ya legend, shoot this up to ten
The airways belong to disciple and the boy Cheeb-Lin
First digest the heat from My toaster, blast!
Cotton can last, on your block, bout to class
[Sonny Cheeba]
Yeah, diggin' on the sheeba, tappin' on the Cheeba
Singin' A1 sustan', cotton, you want nothin'
The ass whippin' ain't feel it when it kick in
Never juggled satin, Coolie-coated Camp Lo
Coolie High is how I pump, when the convinsa's
In my clutch, your burdened one sung and then hush
Hollywood
[Geechi Suede]
The rude awakenin', How much notes are we rakin' in?
The more we vision, you ain't fit for this division
So put the Spliss on it, tell ya Foxy put her lips on It
It's murder one when the stones on it
[Sonny Cheeba]
I was tryna tell ya now, to cop a hill from the 3 o'clock and
Sum'n tap; will it happen when you fall sat'n?
No counterfeit, neva dug the sound of it, Lo
Cold twisted out, razor candy-cut, what
Them Sugar Streets where the hustle-pros 'n cats meet
My Camp lookin' like Flinn about to boogie in
[Geechi Suede]
It's our Seeba-Sugar Wars tryna landscape pleasure
I face the North, and the North face bubble feather
Stone-Trife, Jungle-Knife, Diamond Crook Campus
Destined for Sugar City and we coppin' Willie's Hampus
[Hook: Sonny Cheeba]
Coolie High gotcha wide
Coolie High keeps ya wide
Coolie High gotcha wide
Coolie High keeps ya wide
Coolie High wants ya wide
[Sonny Cheeba]
Once the heater's on, you know that mean the war chief's in
Meltin' ice grills from the Ace Boon and Mac 10
Eldorado R and a sparklin' Chevrolin'
All the dusaks, until the c-notes pack in
[Geechi Suede]
And ain't no such thing as 3 o'clock, I cruise the block in my snorkel
A Thailand swang, six figures I'm tryna see
A song coastin', sippin' on some Cleopatra potion
Got me tipsy, waitin' for some sugar rain to hit me
This is livin', screeching though the cracks of Hell's Kitchen
Talkin' dynamite slang, in my wheels while I'm brick pitchin'
[Sonny Cheeba]
Check the crumb-crusher charol, suga love out of sight
Double-murder block bust, Geechi Gray airtight;
And the War Chief pullin' the ol' Brown suga-con
Through the doorway of Suga, hit the stairway and down (Dig It)
[Geechi Suede]
I can dig It, can you dig it? Diamonds Glow
Geechi stay fresh in the flesh-diced fro
We ThunderCats, it's all about stashin' the coffee
Butter drippin' off me, I talk it like I walk it
On Uptown grounds; Jungle-Champ compounds
Where the Law's always found, and War Chief run the town
[Sonny Cheeba]
The last cards was dealt, so is the last hander
Scat cats from the sugar flats, Lo banda
Runnin' revs, pullin' coats of the counter-fitted
Jah, catch you on the rebound, sweet in Lo, dig it
[Hook: Sonny Cheeba]
Coolie High gotcha wide
Coolie High keeps ya wide
Coolie High gotcha wide
Coolie High keeps ya wide
Coolie High got you wide
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