Straight From L.I.P.

Lyrics

[Chorus: Mighty Ha, Yogi, Chadeeo] Straight from L.I.P., he be we be actin foul I'm from the isle I'm from the isle To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lockdown I'm from the isle I'm from the isle [Verse 1: Yogi, (Beth Gibbons)] Aiyo we make it go "whoo!" like Pete Rock at the track The C R U uptown attack Scandalous from here to Now Just Back up to the isle where it's ill like dust Now who's rollin thru? (Nobody) And yo who fucks with Cru? (Nobody) And yo who got bamboo? (Nobody) Aight blow the Lydians, gets the blunts and some brew [Verse 2: Chadeeo] Yo I be in the staircase drinkin beers Smoke pass while I freestyle for my peers Thought play ya front, with cars in they peeps Peeps askin me for new Cru treats Junk like a skunk, mad wet, no doubt Go see my joint, get they back blowned out Place L.I.P. the name Lafayette Lock it to ya brain, so ya never forget [Chorus: Mighty Ha, Yogi, Chadeeo] Straight from L.I.P., he be we be actin foul I'm from the isle I'm from the isle To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lockdown I'm from the isle I'm from the isle [Bridge: Mighty Ha, Yogi] Comin' from L.I.P., keep it real And ya don't stop And ya don't stop And ya don't stop Comin' from L.I.P., gots to keep it real And ya don't stop And ya don't stop And ya don't stop If you buffin (Shippin) If you rollin (Rollin) If you smokin (Smokin) If you hit it (Pass it) [Verse 3: Yogi] Yo inhale the blunts that I got from Havana I'm waitin till the tale like Burnaby in Tavana Toast with this butter, go to cook this To have ya head bobbin like a hunch born uckin [Verse 4: Chadeeo] Yo it's the Island where Urban Knights dwell Few blocks from the number six train 'L' Can be a good stay in the hood way Or the fun can turn to guns and it could spray But that's the way of the concrete jungle Walk humble, ya be ready to gun bumble Cuz it's real like that, all around And the same thing applies when ya come to my town [Chorus: Mighty Ha, Yogi, Chadeeo] Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be actin foul I'm from the isle I'm from the isle To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lockdown I'm from the isle I'm from the isle [Verse 6:Mighty Ha] It ain't gonna rain no more, no more It ain't gonna rain no more It ain't gonna rain no more, no more It ain't gonna rain no more Knock knock on the door, it's the Mighty Ha The one that bring the hooks with the rugged and the raw I rest in L.I.P., and to my props Bring more noise to chip and Glock Check it, word one two check it Have ya head noddin and for bag in the deck In the Bronx, L.I.P. back to rocks Bounce to the ash, like 95 Dachshunds Chillin with boricua sittin in Ferico Oh shit, now I'm dito Shot to the head, butter lingo See low, head crack, L.I.P. hit bingo