On Smash

[Hook: Sonny Cheeba]

Meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie

Meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie

Meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie, meaaaan

Five thousand boomin' watts

Sound system, state of the art

Grip 'til nicely, piece tucked neatly

Strapped with the lower band, lower on smash see

[Verse 1: Styles P]

Five thousand boomin' watts

Real loud, like a gun that boom in Watts

Banging and wild, haze and kush help men fly

I could use my Nikes for a pimp ride

I'm not the new shit, I'm not the old shit

I'm the 'ole shit, yeah that's me

S.P., run rhymes like an athlete

So, who wanna meet me at the track meet

Yeah, cause it's highway time

I read rappers real quick like the highway sign

Nah, you can't test me though

Matter fact, you the next exit, bro

Catch me Camp Lo with Camp Lo

Turn the mics up, let the amps go

So I could show you how to rap

Matter fact, your racks off

Can't show you that

[Hook: Sonny Cheeba]

Meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie

Meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie

Meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie, meaaaan

Five thousand boomin' watts

Sound system, state of the art

Grip 'til nicely, piece tucked neatly

Strapped with the lower band, lower on smash see

[Verse 2: Sonny Cheeba]

Lowa feels like methamphetamine

Heroin high not settling

The high so ill, have a top of the mescaline

Pedalling a tricycle, no wheels

Sabo tryna sab our culture

And transform a dope girl to donate a curse for an oyster

All these things occur in my soul cinema

In my soul cinema

[Verse 3: Geechi Suede]

On your mark, get set, retro glow

Don't neglect the necklace that's on strobes

Futuristic, linguistics

Open atlas, we attract this

New hemisphere like the hemp peer

You last year, we invent time

[Hook: Sonny Cheeba]

Meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie

Meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie

Meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie, meaaaan

Five thousand boomin' watts

Sound system, state of the art

Grip 'til nicely, piece tucked neatly

Strapped with the lower band, lower on smash see

[Verse 4: Pete Rock]

Stop frontin', y'all know who the kid be

Catch me in the lab around 1000 beats

Give me 3 feet, homie, keystone paper

All hell break loose when the pen hit the paper

Yeah, coming for your spot, young bucklings

Saying to myself, been doing this, it's nothing

Your soul brother, nigga, I see you've forgot

Brass on the knuckles, your head a speed knot

Clown motherfuckers, y'all really worth nada

Spitting over shit like this makes me hotter

P.R. a definite globe trotter

Just consider me a black president like Obama

Catch me in the Southern 45 with the llama

Do this for the fam and my mans and them

Take these niggas places they never been

It's the Lo, Camp that is

You know we come with the raw and we handle the biz

[Hook: Sonny Cheeba]

Meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie

Meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie

Meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie, meanie, meaaaan

Five thousand boomin' watts

Sound system, state of the art

Grip 'til nicely, piece tucked neatly

Strapped with the lower band, lower on smash see