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]