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Camp Lo - Coolie High lyrics
You need to come inside and check Lo Relax yourself and let the sugar Lo flow Coolie High got you wide You need to come inside and check Lo Relax yourself and let the sugar Lo flow Coolie High keeps you wide You need to come inside and check Lo Relax yourself and let the sugar Lo flow Coolie got you wide You need to come inside and check Lo Relax yourself and let the sugar Lo flow Verse One: Its rainin alizay Im floatin through the Holland tunnel swervin Im diggin on the Sheeba Pullin Sheeba she be splergin We lurkin with the coon Cuz we be murkin from the boogie And shittin on the crowds Cuz they jive fakin woody Yeah.. Tre shots of life for all night you dig it Camp-ah hotta pinata Too big quiver get hipper Spillin coffee inside my automo' Aldo Crackin satin and leather What's happenin bullet convincer Cash straight outta comic.. Books catchin the flurry Keep your eye on the Lo Where Mr.... Cuz we comin wit hammers and drivers With the buddahs and rugars And shot cruisers and rovers Diamond crooks.. takin it over With razors and cutters With the sugar and butters Pimp the seasons in leathers We live for Coolie High treasures And.. Check the queen bee Lady Ree diggin Grace Check the place 3 o clock shat no we aint Fred and Cot bring it in the paint no such thing Blasts of dynamite sing my superfly to the.. Cleopatra in the casino with gold sugar Dig my harlequinn And drench you with my diner garments From Beva to Bevro in the Montaro slidin to Dero With bottles of Asti Spumanti to tranquilize my heaven Count seven we gettin explicit shootin sugar to the shorties Luchini to spare let me see you Its losin the air Word life Chorus: You need to come inside and check Lo Relax yourself and let the sugar Lo flow Coolie High got you wide (repeat 3X) You need to come inside and check Lo Relax yourself and let the sugar Lo flow Verse Two: Lo keeps the party live The 80 proof is leakin got me screachin Jersey Drive We screamin cuz we caliber is bring it Im layin in the purple rain until I see some action We movin motionless.. continuos and thats happenin We got the bubbly pourin through me and Cleopatra's casino See back in Coolie High Jack and Jitterbugs and Dolemite's outta site Anti-hatahs cats in the city On the money takin the tri-state under sore savant Billy Holidayin' the Foxy Browns with my Harlequinns Penny he repellin reflected crystals is Hollywood Dont pull the stars Cuz we lickin Cuban cigars.. and sippin Moe Playin the jigga cotton The figgas on the Lo and Lo Blessin the dimes Keepin my Camp is on the higher flow Livin the crimes hittin them slide For the c-note Yo.. President city Pourin right on the JJs and Sautee Cab Callowayin the last of the finest Shot Sirus Christ is comin lower with Jiggas less to zero that Sex the Lo Dice the Lo Ill tell you what On the night vision decision underneath the silver moon Boy from company C A day sugar love Chief be for stonin Robbin chero be for midnight The safety's off the toaster And my shadow's by the moonlight Cuz Data's on the levels and the Lo is on the EQ My stamina is sugar And its love love forever yall Chorus Outro: ------ Camp Lo-ah (x27 |
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