Sugar Streets

Lyrics

[Intro: Geechi Suede] Lo Camp, Lo Camp, Lo... Lo, Lo... [Verse 1: Geechi Suede] Yo, this is for the sugar streets Geechi Grace about to dance but the hawk is out I throw my beer on the [?] can't make your motions In the solo grips, about to slide a case of coffee Disciples war for the coolie high I'm holding on To a fresh polished roscoes So do yourself a favor jah and just take it slow The boogie's on cause it's all about the notes But the diamonds lay where the war chief's about to float [Verse 2: Sonny Cheeba] If the diamonds lay and candyass don't pick em up there Cold Che's squashing whole camps, leaving cotton flames The hottest cats in town, the game, be the diamond torch Full course with a razor al slice to that ass [Verse 3: Geechi Suede] We still run the town, it's coolie high and a brick heaven like the blaze Close your eyes and just count to seven, stone 'n' rob Busting down on the cotton swabbers spread hot Burning blocks on some [?] we [?] catch Dripping rain on your campsite, don't make a sound Or you can kiss that ass goodnight Yo, the juggle stop, we cats is [?] and can hold it on I love the jungle, yo Che's ain't no place like home, word up [Verse 4: Sonny Cheeba] Ain't no site like home cause the site of [?] Can you feel it? The Che's gettin' up and cutting ass Cut em up from the down [?] get they stash and float Leave em broke is how we do [Chorus: Geechi Suede, (Sonny Cheeba)] Lo where you camp at? (Boogie down where we come from) Screaming Harlem (Got nothing but love for the 'lem) South Crooklyn (Rosco pullin' jitterbugs) Huggy Queens (Keep the Foxy Browns on the scene) Can't forget [?] (Scouting cats with the razor al) New Jerz (It's like our brothers from another mother) West side (Yo they always loud) And no doubt VA (Gotta hold a place to parlay) [Verse 5: Sonny Cheeba] Yeah, check the fire in the rain from the inner city maze Stone 'n' robbin make the coolie high jack last for days Dynamite [?] through the heart is what we sing Puppet man flings a scatman did my thinga-thing Ain't no doubt, flight [?] flockin' em out Cotton cats wanna inherit a foot in they ass Black grass in the cut, we gon hustle with sho Bring it tough like we like it [?] [Verse 6: Geechi Suede] I'm on my way uptown with a half a pound of sweets in the trunk Razors stinging, cotton cats singing murder one I keeps a [?], melting on your ears for the year But don't no lovely fear [?] for the air [Verse 7: Sonny Cheeba] Reach for the air, nowa be the last since dig it Once the Che's in Chero, slicing through your whole borough With the short eyes keep it pronto and thoro 3 o'clock no never, rosco for whatever Lullabies we sing when we be doin' our thing Once the pleas is copped we float up the next block Che's and Geechi Great, a-day, a-day Through the hallway plus you'll get a taste of razor al [Verse 8: Geechi Suede] We shoutin' camps all over the world, keep getting yours I'm stepping with the razor and we steady scraping drawers It's all about how ya do your thing, yo no doubt If it's sugar love then you get the love, yo we out [Chorus: Geechi Suade, (Sonny Cheeba)] Lo where you camp at? (Boogie down where we come from) Screaming Harlem (Got nothing but love for the 'lem) South Crooklyn (Rosco pullin' jitterbugs) Huggy Queens (Keep the Foxy Browns on the scene) Can't forget [?] (Scouting cats with the razor al) New Jerz (It's like our brothers from another mother) West side (Yo they always loud) And no doubt VA (Gotta hold a place to parlay) [Outro: Geechi Suede, (Sonny Cheeba)] Pimps all over the world (Mos def, mos def) We got to get the shout (Got to get the shout, word up) Namean? (NYC word up) Man Ski up in the house, man Cap Kirk (Cold Che's, Geechi [?] to the fullest) (Word, Camp Lo got to rep the NYC style)