A Piece of the Action

Lyrics

[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