Camp Lo

ACTIVE:	1990s -
FORMED:	1995년 / 미국,New York, NY
DEBUT:	1997년 / Uptown Saturday Night
MEMBERS:	Emerald Geechie Suede - 불명 Sonny Cheba - 불명
STYLE:	클럽/댄스 팝 랩/힙합 팝 랩
MANIADB:	maniadb/artist/118564

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Krystal Karrington

Camp Lo

3:25

from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)

*On and on and some try to do this
Yes y'allin to the Camplo

*Repeat

I get Krystal Karrington, ice rock gritty
Carly doh on flowin tea flashers, Acapolco how my sign seen
Second to catch it First I feel it when I peel it
In the hall wit my orchestra, orchestratin my plans

Gifted Caramela, cinderella hold a fella tight
Make the octopussy do tha why to see for the night
Call me by first name - Cheeba, sip the tang divas
In my sinasex get the intersect, it's the kid
But she make me wanna holla pass a dollar wit glass
Sucky, sucky for the nookie, meditatin on that arse
Doc that feel good, but it feel good when I splash
Get me high make me eat the hunky pie, Seaworld

We gone navigate the underground, blammin out Metropolis
Higher rock to this said the 85 I take my steez
Turnin towards Kahlua, knew I shouldn't a ran it through
And I should clean my shadow, any in that ego
We could take it to the Lugers, Cheeba make them unfold
Took my scammer s'now old, meditate on this one
Check I'm freezin wit the flame I put the blame on tough job
Generatin low life, Geechi Suede c'est la vie

Shook it off, now start to say one Bogart
Caca, Caca convince her and bulletproof heart
Its swift ice burglins on clips don't slip
They shift the diamonds we suck on my crew and lucky stips

*Repeat (x2)

Above the aquapool, hovercrafts teleport my lubricant
Golden axe, who's the drunken monk, uno delegate
Margarita glinch, lyric cannon out my trench
Welcome back to Fairy, Sonny Cheeba out garden

(Count to ten) I freaks my porter bloody peaks in
Don't theme the pimps for his devil ment (fuck that)
Need this, game genie pourin me a weeny and a buttist
Sustain that gain while I free fall
(Lets do this) Hoppin, sat in not jivin
Hijackin trains like (everybody get some)
Its like that ho height, elephants speak up
Down the wino Jones in pardon if I break up

Protectin east give the signals, got my henchman a mail ya
Convincin Kashmir runnin cat scans on sequence
Then we Shalamar assassinate the seminar
Simarotta symphony hit the ball flee the globe
Dynamo dinero, crusade genie casino
Cheeba ride the rhino, royal rubies at Reno
Venezuela electric, twistin trees Tahiti
Forty these a terror that ever belongs to Suede

(Crash) Tell a tubby cos Angelica is tellin a
Cash sarratoga, Fahrenheit is flat, fuck the die
End of year for this Kashmir, Suede shit bro
Microwavin yo ass, and meltin in yo mouth, like

*Repeat (x2)

*On and on and some try to do this
Yes y'allin to the Camplo

*Repeat

I get Krystal Karrington, ice rock gritty
Carly doh on flowin tea flashers, Acapolco how my sign seen
Second to catch it First I feel it when I peel it
In the hall wit my orchestra, orchestratin my plans

Gifted Caramela, cinderella hold a fella tight
Make the octopussy do tha why to see for the night
Call me by first name - Cheeba, sip the tang divas
In my sinasex get the intersect, it's the kid
But she make me wanna holla pass a dollar wit glass
Sucky, sucky for the nookie, meditatin on that arse
Doc that feel good, but it feel good when I splash
Get me high make me eat the hunky pie, Seaworld

We gone navigate the underground, blammin out Metropolis
Higher rock to this said the 85 I take my steez
Turnin towards Kahlua, knew I shouldn't a ran it through
And I should clean my shadow, any in that ego
We could take it to the Lugers, Cheeba make them unfold
Took my scammer s'now old, meditate on this one
Check I'm freezin wit the flame I put the blame on tough job
Generatin low life, Geechi Suede c'est la vie

Shook it off, now start to say one Bogart
Caca, Caca convince her and bulletproof heart
Its swift ice burglins on clips don't slip
They shift the diamonds we suck on my crew and lucky stips

*Repeat (x2)

Above the aquapool, hovercrafts teleport my lubricant
Golden axe, who's the drunken monk, uno delegate
Margarita glinch, lyric cannon out my trench
Welcome back to Fairy, Sonny Cheeba out garden

(Count to ten) I freaks my porter bloody peaks in
Don't theme the pimps for his devil ment (fuck that)
Need this, game genie pourin me a weeny and a buttist
Sustain that gain while I free fall
(Lets do this) Hoppin, sat in not jivin
Hijackin trains like (everybody get some)
Its like that ho height, elephants speak up
Down the wino Jones in pardon if I break up

Protectin east give the signals, got my henchman a mail ya
Convincin Kashmir runnin cat scans on sequence
Then we Shalamar assassinate the seminar
Simarotta symphony hit the ball flee the globe
Dynamo dinero, crusade genie casino
Cheeba ride the rhino, royal rubies at Reno
Venezuela electric, twistin trees Tahiti
Forty these a terror that ever belongs to Suede

(Crash) Tell a tubby cos Angelica is tellin a
Cash sarratoga, Fahrenheit is flat, fuck the die
End of year for this Kashmir, Suede shit bro
Microwavin yo ass, and meltin in yo mouth, like

*Repeat (x2)

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Luchini Aka This Is It

Camp Lo

3:59

from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)

This is it (What?!)
Luchini pourin' from the sky
Lets get rich (What?!)
The cheeky vines The sugar dimes
Cant quit (What?!)
Now pop the cork and steam the vega
And get lit (What?! What?! What?!)

Introducin', phantom of the dark
Walk through my heaven with levitation
From efficient and these leathers showboatin with Rugars
Flash vines, Belafonte vigga Lets get for what it's worth
As we confiscate your figgas

Cassanova brown levitatin jiggy in da shiggy's
In la hotta Car 54 chasin diamond runners
Headin ice bound, where every chilla dime can get
Your Harlem buck strut freezin world hice Hollywood
Madame Butterfly let me in your house of pleasure
From the knuckle swat shadowboxin catchin black-eye blues

I play the deef (What?!)
Sensations at the Monte Barbie screamin (Cheeba!)
For fillin pleasures at my castles (Blow the smoke out!)
The boss of Vegas substitutes when the Dutch is gone
The Lo don't stop give me shouts Its the season sauters
Souflers for swervin no corners We magnets to moolah
Livin wit Charlie's Angels hornets No smilin were slidin
That gets you caught up in the octa Or deaded for movin
Its just like that as we proceed

Saturday night special better take it lightly Ja-Jiyah
A happy time quest to the coast of Key Largo wire-ah
The chain gang keep your ears out for our years
Sippin' fountain root house of bamboo paradise

*This is it (What?!) Luchini pourin' from the sky
Lets get rich (What?!) The cheeky vines
The sugar dimes Cant quit (What?!)
Now pop the cork and steam the vega
And get lit (What?!)
[1st time] This is it (What?!)
[2nd time] (What?! What?!) (x2)

For these feral herds of seas of black cheese that I can't missa
Silky Days, satin nights taken flights down
We sensation spanish flyin with the lady Scarface
Bottoms up sunshine.. Love Potion Number 9

And we headin from the magic city chessin this sweet
On your orifachiny in London Relaxation in Bora Bora
Got notion to bring it... sing it Love up in my function
Stonin... robbin We hiestin merchandise and gunnin
Love it... leave it But bless the war chief or his bison
Get it... got it The Lo will forever be nicin

Yeah; the Sonny Cheeba he be sippin Armaretta
The Geechie Gracious he be sippin Armaretta
We float the tri-state drink in this satin vines
This Coolie High jack pack from the sugar shack
Then what we do after we sip the Armaretta
We start the Harlem River quiver Dig it sweet daddy
Sharpen the crimson blade High sierra seranade
Anatomy for seduction be this here Jealousy...

Enter the place with grace
Jersey Armaretta the burstin of clouds
It pours.. everything seems better
Or flats with love we move Only in the mist
Its Lo its life And we can't get enough of this

*Repeat
[1st time] This is it (What?!)
[2nd time] This is it (What?!) (x2)

Yeah
The Sonny Cheeba he be sippin Armaretta
The Geechy Gracious he be sippin Armaretta
The Joe King he be sippin Armaretta
The Chaquita Kid he be sippin Armaretta
We got high stakes for mine Kiwa Armaretta
And then my man Ill Will sip Armaretta
And then my man Cab in the tray sippin that
We slide through the Tri-State with the hi-hat
And then I float side-to-side in my Coolie High
And then I peep the sunset with this Spanish Fly
Yeah
And then I float down south with the Boogie Flats
And then I slide up in-between a ziggy
And all of that gibs

This is it (What?!)
Luchini pourin' from the sky
Lets get rich (What?!)
The cheeky vines The sugar dimes
Cant quit (What?!)
Now pop the cork and steam the vega
And get lit (What?! What?! What?!)

Introducin', phantom of the dark
Walk through my heaven with levitation
From efficient and these leathers showboatin with Rugars
Flash vines, Belafonte vigga Lets get for what it's worth
As we confiscate your figgas

Cassanova brown levitatin jiggy in da shiggy's
In la hotta Car 54 chasin diamond runners
Headin ice bound, where every chilla dime can get
Your Harlem buck strut freezin world hice Hollywood
Madame Butterfly let me in your house of pleasure
From the knuckle swat shadowboxin catchin black-eye blues

I play the deef (What?!)
Sensations at the Monte Barbie screamin (Cheeba!)
For fillin pleasures at my castles (Blow the smoke out!)
The boss of Vegas substitutes when the Dutch is gone
The Lo don't stop give me shouts Its the season sauters
Souflers for swervin no corners We magnets to moolah
Livin wit Charlie's Angels hornets No smilin were slidin
That gets you caught up in the octa Or deaded for movin
Its just like that as we proceed

Saturday night special better take it lightly Ja-Jiyah 
A happy time quest to the coast of Key Largo wire-ah
The chain gang keep your ears out for our years
Sippin' fountain root house of bamboo paradise

*This is it (What?!) Luchini pourin' from the sky
Lets get rich (What?!) The cheeky vines
The sugar dimes Cant quit (What?!)
Now pop the cork and steam the vega
And get lit (What?!)
[1st time] This is it (What?!) 
[2nd time] (What?! What?!) (x2)

For these feral herds of seas of black cheese that I can't missa
Silky Days, satin nights taken flights down 
We sensation spanish flyin with the lady Scarface
Bottoms up sunshine.. Love Potion Number 9

And we headin from the magic city chessin this sweet
On your orifachiny in London Relaxation in Bora Bora 
Got notion to bring it... sing it Love up in my function
Stonin... robbin We hiestin merchandise and gunnin
Love it... leave it But bless the war chief or his bison
Get it... got it The Lo will forever be nicin

Yeah; the Sonny Cheeba he be sippin Armaretta
The Geechie Gracious he be sippin Armaretta
We float the tri-state drink in this satin vines
This Coolie High jack pack from the sugar shack
Then what we do after we sip the Armaretta
We start the Harlem River quiver Dig it sweet daddy
Sharpen the crimson blade High sierra seranade
Anatomy for seduction be this here Jealousy...

Enter the place with grace
Jersey Armaretta the burstin of clouds
It pours.. everything seems better
Or flats with love we move Only in the mist
Its Lo its life And we can't get enough of this

*Repeat
[1st time] This is it (What?!) 
[2nd time] This is it (What?!) (x2)

Yeah
The Sonny Cheeba he be sippin Armaretta
The Geechy Gracious he be sippin Armaretta
The Joe King he be sippin Armaretta
The Chaquita Kid he be sippin Armaretta
We got high stakes for mine Kiwa Armaretta
And then my man Ill Will sip Armaretta
And then my man Cab in the tray sippin that
We slide through the Tri-State with the hi-hat
And then I float side-to-side in my Coolie High
And then I peep the sunset with this Spanish Fly
Yeah
And then I float down south with the Boogie Flats
And then I slide up in-between a ziggy
And all of that gibs

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Park Joint

Camp Lo

3:28

from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)

Now who got what you don't got, Lo do, next verse
My alumni comply will shank high, slide, then curve
On some Suede shit, and my ambiance be on some far
Don't you reach kid, you can get vamoose, what's the use?

Well we welling down the whiskey, Cheeba reach the rainbow drive
Towards the Bermuda Triangle with my high
Enter the rocket, foul, friend of the cris-tal
In the Blue Oyster, shooting Zorro to get paid
Fade into the shade, fine moonshine and wine
Now dig what I say 'uh', make me say it one more time
Himalaya playmaker, stashing goods and get the stepping
Seven minutes in heaven, so I gleam the Lina Horne

This way the Cheeba will prevail, sail Indian skies
My display of Bellafonte` ice, cheeky, it's fly
Got the ravishing ruger, waiver on deck, my sea port
In the regional hydro-park, post card, and get praised.
Hottest M.C.'s, blazing the hemp, limp crystal cool
In another millenium blow the dust off these jewels

Peep the due, laddie, I blow, operation, pacific
If they want it, I kick it all the way to Wakiki
Iron curtain, certain I pull a stocking and skirt-and
Fa-la-la-la, they run, and chill is chiller
Dynamo Duo burnt it, at the Bokeemi heat stroke
Yes Sonny Cheeba with the Satin Struthers make up
Yo G. Suede!

*How we gonna do it? one time y'all
Boogie to the left and to the right y'all
Why? be the jiggy Camp Lo cats
Pouring Balentines in your palenstines, Check it out!

I put on my shades cause I enter the sunset rays
With the ha-ha, yeah I see you, you see me
Now it's Bye-ya, heat drop from the cah-cah phase
Practice yoga, freezing out, spraying Afro-sheen

The Lo shit be that jiggy shit, Jah, get your wages up
Lebanon, off the Henny-Dom, higher horizons
Flagrant, silky step toes don't touch the pavement
Just toss Ice and Bricks, skimmer slick, ace, duece, tray shit
My [Bon]ocular, occupy the ocean, off the octagon
The ooohs! and onyx through the opal, Villa Valore
Spilling New Score, the green leaf on it, I pour the meeble
On the fraudulent and galavant, in the Mercury Segal

Call you Sarafina, I throw my thumbalina, up in Dairy Queen 'uh'
Seen her, up in the Beamer with the jiggy fox
Sonny Cheeba, cashmere, no go back to your apple jack
With no finesse in distress
And a full confession, on how you messing, getting funky lessons
>From the Doctor Strange love, apprevesance
See the star and crescents, when I open up that ass
She's in wonderland, and we do electric bugaloos

Now we here at the frontier, by Suede, vintage out
Cover my square, re-assemble my crooks for assembly
Make note of my mark, east-trace, slice and brace ox
All flam and flamboyant, meet me crossroads, one way zones
If you with it, I'm with it, blow my smoke, claustrophobic
You can get dealt with, on these flats and you know it
Come on!

*Repeat (x2)

This is how we do, this is how we do
Check it, check it out y'all, this is how we do
This is how we do, this is how we do
Check it, check it out y'all, this is how we do
This is how we do, this is how we do
Check it, check it out y'all, this is how we do
Lo 'uh', Lo 'uh', check it out, check it out, uh!

Well we welling down the whiskey, Cheeba reach the rainbow drive
Towards the Bermuda Triangle with my high
Enter the rocket, foul, friend of the cris-tal
In the Blue Oyster, shooting Zorro to get paid
Fade into the shade, fine moonshine and wine
Now dig what I say 'uh', make me say it one more time
Himalaya playmaker, stashing goods and get the stepping
Seven minutes in heaven, so I gleam the Lina Horne

This way the Cheeba will prevail, sail Indian skies
My display of Bellafonte` ice, cheeky, it's fly
Got the ravishing ruger, waiver on deck, my sea port
In the regional hydro-park, post card, and get praised.
Hottest M.C.'s, blazing the hemp, limp crystal cool
In another millenium blow the dust off these jewels

Peep the due, laddie, I blow, operation, pacific
If they want it, I kick it all the way to Wakiki
Iron curtain, certain I pull a stocking and skirt-and
Fa-la-la-la, they run, and chill is chiller
Dynamo Duo burnt it, at the Bokeemi heat stroke
Yes Sonny Cheeba with the Satin Struthers make up
Yo G. Suede!

*How we gonna do it? one time y'all
Boogie to the left and to the right y'all
Why? be the jiggy Camp Lo cats
Pouring Balentines in your palenstines, Check it out!

I put on my shades cause I enter the sunset rays
With the ha-ha, yeah I see you, you see me
Now it's Bye-ya, heat drop from the cah-cah phase
Practice yoga, freezing out, spraying Afro-sheen

The Lo shit be that jiggy shit, Jah, get your wages up
Lebanon, off the Henny-Dom, higher horizons
Flagrant, silky step toes don't touch the pavement
Just toss Ice and Bricks, skimmer slick, ace, duece, tray shit
My [Bon]ocular, occupy the ocean, off the octagon
The ooohs! and onyx through the opal, Villa Valore
Spilling New Score, the green leaf on it, I pour the meeble
On the fraudulent and galavant, in the Mercury Segal

Call you Sarafina, I throw my thumbalina, up in Dairy Queen 'uh'
Seen her, up in the Beamer with the jiggy fox
Sonny Cheeba, cashmere, no go back to your apple jack
With no finesse in distress
And a full confession, on how you messing, getting funky lessons
>From the Doctor Strange love, apprevesance
See the star and crescents, when I open up that ass
She's in wonderland, and we do electric bugaloos

Now we here at the frontier, by Suede, vintage out
Cover my square, re-assemble my crooks for assembly
Make note of my mark, east-trace, slice and brace ox
All flam and flamboyant, meet me crossroads, one way zones
If you with it, I'm with it, blow my smoke, claustrophobic
You can get dealt with, on these flats and you know it
Come on!

*Repeat (x2)

This is how we do, this is how we do
Check it, check it out y'all, this is how we do
This is how we do, this is how we do
Check it, check it out y'all, this is how we do
This is how we do, this is how we do
Check it, check it out y'all, this is how we do
Lo 'uh', Lo 'uh', check it out, check it out, uh!

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B-Side To Hollywood

featuring Trugoy The Dove Of De La Soul

Camp Lo

3:46

from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)

Killin' Em Softly

Camp Lo

3:44

from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)

Peep the story
Sonny Cheeba, Geechie Suede
Check it out
Volume 1 of this joint

I ski in Switzerland
Down in morocco gamblin', handlin'
B.I. for my crooks back in the BX, sex, collect wines
Italian designs, quicksilver
Come paint the canvas if needed but should it be not
Cause everything goes accordin' to plan

Yo killin' em softly
Makin' em cop plea
Blessin' the black leaf
Stakin' with 40 thieves
Now diggy bruh, time to conjugate on my delegates
Shikaka, all of bo daggin', from the tri-borough
In they dime, lita named sunshine
The lower for lana diggy now
Rockin' his pocket flo the mass that
Hackensack, highway to holly for this cashmere
Satin pro, got the somali, rolls on my mind

In France I dance by the moon
Sailin' from Cancun, steamin' vega's lace
Limpin' with some delegates that put me on
Capridi scarf around my neck, little red corvette
We got some merchandise to heist
Up in Canada we move

Right, right, right

Callin' up the diamond delegates
Black connection
For the sonny cheeba and the suede
Black connection
Got the Bronx Brooklyn and the Harlem
Black connection
All the triborough got the back of black connection

She scored me up, told me rolls are dyin'
Wired geechie suede, be right there
For this caravan, to relieve the bread
Harlem brook bx
Catch the character that snatched the goods
Huggy bear
Put me on to the will on it hit the gas

I got the wire
Ignored it, then poured it real slow in tekida's glass
Her radiance, radiance smilin', diamonds Giorgio splash
The suede is aroused and caress and Caribbean gems
The squeezin' of jizza is stimulated now on my bend
Lent symphonies, left a crystal rock I copped at tiffany's
She sniffed her arm, let her hair down and paced the balcony
I scraped the well
Dada have her on the score for years, but backed into hawk
Who pullin' shiest maneuvers on my camp, yeah

I don't understand, what the fuck is up, where my man
Eat a bowl of hot cock, now sonny cheeba volume one
Catch the mighty bullion cat, comin' out the door, what what
Arby's over top, mop 'em up, juke his monkey ass

Callin' up the diamond delegates
Black connection
For the sonny cheeba and the suede
Black connection
Got the Bronx Brooklyn and the Harlem
Black connection
All the triborough got the back of black connection

My huggy bear connect, connect
Me cautious, I enter a flamin' scorch, you by the door, moolah
All over the floor time to gather
As much as I can tryin' not to get blam off in a vicious
Get message to cheeba, in need of assistance right now

Then I get the rumble on the hip, I hit her fuzz
Gotta split, give my peeps who wants sober
Suede in town, bridge bound
See the shiesty eyes, filled in double o
This is it, thru the corridor
Hit the floor, time y'all pack it up
What y'all laughin' at
Loose cannons, blaze my hathaway
Shake a leg, into the hallway, vision geechie suede
Coolie high cats
Back to back, bout to see the gates
Twist of fate, ease up into the room, let the guns play

Avoid the penal in jeopardy with no ammo to blow
But me and my a-c goin' out in less than zero, oh no
Now here come the crooks
Paradin' by storm with the luegers and oar
We conquer ground as usual
Lo empire can never fall
Yeah

Callin' up the diamond delegates
Black connection
For the sonny cheeba and the suede
Black connection
Got the Bronx Brooklyn and the Harlem
Black connection
All the triborough got the back of black connection

Callin' up the diamond delegates
Black connection
For the sonny cheeba and the suede
Black connection
Got the Bronx Brooklyn and the Harlem
Black connection
All the triborough got the back of black connection

Brother Joe chi be a part of
Black connection
Sonny cheeba be a part of
Black connection
Cat fabu be a part of
Black connection
Van suede always be a part of
Black connection

And we ride on

Peep the story
Sonny Cheeba, Geechie Suede
Check it out
Volume 1 of this joint

I ski in Switzerland
Down in morocco gamblin', handlin'
B.I. for my crooks back in the BX, sex, collect wines
Italian designs, quicksilver
Come paint the canvas if needed but should it be not
Cause everything goes accordin' to plan

Yo killin' em softly
Makin' em cop plea
Blessin' the black leaf
Stakin' with 40 thieves
Now diggy bruh, time to conjugate on my delegates
Shikaka, all of bo daggin', from the tri-borough
In they dime, lita named sunshine
The lower for lana diggy now
Rockin' his pocket flo the mass that
Hackensack, highway to holly for this cashmere
Satin pro, got the somali, rolls on my mind

In France I dance by the moon
Sailin' from Cancun, steamin' vega's lace
Limpin' with some delegates that put me on
Capridi scarf around my neck, little red corvette
We got some merchandise to heist
Up in Canada we move

Right, right, right

Callin' up the diamond delegates
Black connection
For the sonny cheeba and the suede
Black connection
Got the Bronx Brooklyn and the Harlem
Black connection
All the triborough got the back of black connection

She scored me up, told me rolls are dyin'
Wired geechie suede, be right there
For this caravan, to relieve the bread
Harlem brook bx
Catch the character that snatched the goods
Huggy bear
Put me on to the will on it hit the gas

I got the wire
Ignored it, then poured it real slow in tekida's glass
Her radiance, radiance smilin', diamonds Giorgio splash
The suede is aroused and caress and Caribbean gems
The squeezin' of jizza is stimulated now on my bend
Lent symphonies, left a crystal rock I copped at tiffany's
She sniffed her arm, let her hair down and paced the balcony
I scraped the well
Dada have her on the score for years, but backed into hawk
Who pullin' shiest maneuvers on my camp, yeah

I don't understand, what the fuck is up, where my man
Eat a bowl of hot cock, now sonny cheeba volume one
Catch the mighty bullion cat, comin' out the door, what what
Arby's over top, mop 'em up, juke his monkey ass

My huggy bear connect, connect
Me cautious, I enter a flamin' scorch, you by the door, moolah
All over the floor time to gather
As much as I can tryin' not to get blam off in a vicious
Get message to cheeba, in need of assistance right now

Then I get the rumble on the hip, I hit her fuzz
Gotta split, give my peeps who wants sober
Suede in town, bridge bound
See the shiesty eyes, filled in double o
This is it, thru the corridor
Hit the floor, time y'all pack it up
What y'all laughin' at
Loose cannons, blaze my hathaway
Shake a leg, into the hallway, vision geechie suede
Coolie high cats
Back to back, bout to see the gates
Twist of fate, ease up into the room, let the guns play

Avoid the penal in jeopardy with no ammo to blow
But me and my a-c goin' out in less than zero, oh no
Now here come the crooks
Paradin' by storm with the luegers and oar
We conquer ground as usual
Lo empire can never fall
Yeah

Brother Joe chi be a part of
Black connection
Sonny cheeba be a part of
Black connection
Cat fabu be a part of
Black connection
Van suede always be a part of
Black connection

And we ride on

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Sparkle

Camp Lo

3:40

from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)

Lower, lower, lower, lower
Got the bubbly
Pourin through me
Got the bubbly
Pourin through me (sparkly)
Bubbly pourin through me
Got the bubbly
Pourin through me (sparkly)

Diamond runnin, strangers in paradise over flash
Sugar cane alley cats, Lo in parade
With the black spades, courvosier
Spillin on the rocks Intoxicating the satin dogs
With his private bands

And it don't stop To the midnight
This glass got me right Only live lo light
Don't drown in the mo dawn
On to the disco Sisco got me laced
Scorch a half a quart Then E&J get chased
Bronx vigilantes, call us big willas
Diomond crook avengers, sheeba doll stealers

Give me sunshine dada
Have twenty one convictions solute
For the africaaner midnight express how we do
Hold my razors buku
Jiggas and figas of coolie faceded shadow boxers
Under cover faggot lovers Dig my satin struthers
Coolie high on the sky Fro and the fly
Car wash bubble out In a grand stand land
Gold day e'yday sip the slick and the 'stoute
Sticky self, sticky self bye-bye

Every district Bring the mischief
Sing the sweet back
Blaze the schama, drop the vac, push the seat back
Diamante catch reflect off the chrome rim
Private stock drenched me, I can't stop from bubblin' (bubblin')
Ally cat anthem (anthem)
Always bless the instru (instru)
Jungle brown see smoke complete the Lo official (sparkly)

*Got the bubbly (Loer)
Pourin through me (Loer)
Got the bubbly (Loer)
Pourin through me (Loer)
Sparkly (x4)

Welcome to shadowin heaven
It's the seven layers of pleasure
My genuine draft with the Loer acurate measures
Precision on beats if your camp is wanted where ever
I'm bring in the vein, clappin rhythmes to stormy weather

Bro', kissin in quiet fire Higher will get us lower
Staufer, she coffe diggin Riggin' in shattered lifers
We only jive talkin Razor keep cotton squawkin
Blazin the loose cannans On top of white diomonds sands
Street corner symphonies spillin Prisons are lower twistin
Brown Hornet keepin it nappy Keep us on, keepin on

...shades to black Gleamin of the roof of the Ac
Don't know how to act Wildin' with the non-chalant pack
Slappin the theives With the unbelieves
That it be Shakin your block
With the six million dollar bop Just stop
The bloodclot tears For years, we air-tight (tight)
On another flight Until the farenheit (Harlem night)
Harlem night
I'm shakin your thoughts keepin the Lo blaze sharp for life
It's a jungle masquerade and we forever stone trife

That chick out the car commin from the island of ice
No contact with sheist bubblin with mr. midnight
And talkin in jive floatations With cases
Of slick and shovelin herb hip tone
From black belt jones The ebony junction'll
Be the function Yo, dig it
Time to shake a leg, get up in your wig suga (sparkly)

*Repeat (x3)

Loer Pourin through me It's the Loer
Geechie Suede It's the Loer
Sparkly It's the Loer
With the Cheeba (get the drizzy on)
How we do it
(get the drizzy on, get the drizzy on, it's the Loer)
Sparkly (ca-varsie, cavarsie)
Alright, alright Yeah, get your drizzy on
How we flow, T Get your drizzy on
Fled to tri-state Get the drizzy on
Sparkly
Yeah, get the drizzy on, get the drizzy on, get the drizzy on

Lower, lower, lower, lower
Got the bubbly
Pourin through me
Got the bubbly
Pourin through me (sparkly)
Bubbly pourin through me
Got the bubbly 
Pourin through me (sparkly)

Diamond runnin, strangers in paradise over flash
Sugar cane alley cats, Lo in parade 
With the black spades, courvosier
Spillin on the rocks Intoxicating the satin dogs
With his private bands

And it don't stop To the midnight
This glass got me right Only live lo light
Don't drown in the mo dawn
On to the disco Sisco got me laced
Scorch a half a quart Then E&J get chased
Bronx vigilantes, call us big willas
Diomond crook avengers, sheeba doll stealers

Give me sunshine dada 
Have twenty one convictions solute
For the africaaner midnight express how we do
Hold my razors buku
Jiggas and figas of coolie faceded shadow boxers
Under cover faggot lovers Dig my satin struthers
Coolie high on the sky Fro and the fly
Car wash bubble out In a grand stand land
Gold day e'yday sip the slick and the 'stoute
Sticky self, sticky self bye-bye

Every district Bring the mischief 
Sing the sweet back 
Blaze the schama, drop the vac, push the seat back
Diamante catch reflect off the chrome rim
Private stock drenched me, I can't stop from bubblin' (bubblin')
Ally cat anthem (anthem)
Always bless the instru (instru)
Jungle brown see smoke complete the Lo official (sparkly)

*Got the bubbly (Loer)
Pourin through me (Loer)
Got the bubbly (Loer)
Pourin through me (Loer)
Sparkly (x4)

Welcome to shadowin heaven
It's the seven layers of pleasure
My genuine draft with the Loer acurate measures
Precision on beats if your camp is wanted where ever
I'm bring in the vein, clappin rhythmes to stormy weather

Bro', kissin in quiet fire Higher will get us lower
Staufer, she coffe diggin Riggin' in shattered lifers
We only jive talkin Razor keep cotton squawkin
Blazin the loose cannans On top of white diomonds sands
Street corner symphonies spillin Prisons are lower twistin
Brown Hornet keepin it nappy Keep us on, keepin on

...shades to black Gleamin of the roof of the Ac
Don't know how to act Wildin' with the non-chalant pack
Slappin the theives With the unbelieves
That it be Shakin your block 
With the six million dollar bop Just stop
The bloodclot tears For years, we air-tight (tight)
On another flight Until the farenheit (Harlem night)
Harlem night 
I'm shakin your thoughts keepin the Lo blaze sharp for life
It's a jungle masquerade and we forever stone trife

That chick out the car commin from the island of ice
No contact with sheist bubblin with mr. midnight
And talkin in jive floatations With cases
Of slick and shovelin herb hip tone
From black belt jones  The ebony junction'll
Be the function Yo, dig it 
Time to shake a leg, get up in your wig suga (sparkly)

*Repeat (x3)

Loer Pourin through me It's the Loer
Geechie Suede It's the Loer
Sparkly It's the Loer
With the Cheeba (get the drizzy on)
How we do it 
(get the drizzy on, get the drizzy on, it's the Loer)
Sparkly (ca-varsie, cavarsie)
Alright, alright Yeah, get your drizzy on 
How we flow, T Get your drizzy on
Fled to tri-state Get the drizzy on
Sparkly
Yeah, get the drizzy on, get the drizzy on, get the drizzy on

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Black Connection

Camp Lo

4:07

from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)

[Sonny Cheeba] Peep the story Sonny Cheeba, Geechie Suede Check it out Volume 1 of this joint [Geechie Suede] I ski in Switzerland Down in morocco gamblin', handlin' B.I. for my crooks back in the BX, sex, collect wines Italian designs, quicksilver Come paint the canvas if needed but should it be not Cause everything goes accordin' to plan [Sonny Cheeba] Yo killin' em softly Makin' em cop plea Blessin' the black leaf Stakin' with 40 thieves Now diggy bruh, time to conjugate on my delegates Shikaka, all of bo daggin', from the tri-borough In they dime, lita named sunshine The lower for lana diggy now Rockin' his pocket flo the mass that Hackensack, highway to holly for this cashmere Satin pro, got the somali, rolls on my mind [Geechie Suede] In france i dance by the moon Sailin' from cancun, steamin' vega's lace Limpin' with some delegates that put me on Capridi scarf around my neck, little red corvette We got some merchandise to heist Up in canada we move [Sonny Cheeba] Right, right, right Chorus: Callin' up the diamond delegates Black connection For the sonny cheeba and the suede Black connection Got the bronx brooklyn and the harlem Black connection All the triborough got the back of black connection [Sonny Cheeba] She scored me up, told me rolls are dyin' Wired geechie suede, be right there For this caravan, to relieve the bread Harlem brook bx Catch the character that snatched the goods Huggy bear Put me on to the will on it hit the gas [Geechie Suede] I got the wire Ignored it, then poured it real slow in tekida's glass Her radiance, radiance smilin', diamonds giorgio splash The suede is aroused and caress and caribbean gems The squeezin' of jizza is stimulated now on my bend Lent symphonies, left a crystal rock i copped at tiffany's She sniffed her arm, let her hair down and paced the balcony I scraped the well Dada have her on the score for years, but backed into hawk Who pullin' shiest manuevers on my camp, yeah [Sonny Cheeba] I don't understand, what the fuck is up, where my man Eat a bowl of hot cock, now sonny cheeba volume one Catch the mighty bullion cat, comin' out the door, what what Arby's over top, mop 'em up, juke his monkey ass Callin' up the diamond delegates Black connection For the sonny cheeba and the suede Black connection Got the bronx brooklyn and the harlem Black connection All the triborough got the back of black connection [Geechie Suede] My huggy bear connect, connect Me cautious, I enter a flamin' scorch, you by the door, moolah All over the floor time to gather As much as i can tryin' not to get blam off in a vicious Get message to cheeba, in need of assistance right now [Sonny Cheeba] Then i get the rumble on the hip, i hit her fuzz Gotta split, give my peeps who wants sober Suede in town, bridge bound See the shiesty eyes, filled in double o This is it, thru the corridor Hit the floor, time y'all pack it up What y'all laughin' at Loose cannons, blaze my hathaway Shake a leg, into the hallway, vision geechie suede Coolie high cats Back to back, bout to see the gates Twist of fate, ease up into the room, let the guns play [Geechie Suede] Avoid the penal in jeopardy with no ammo to blow But me and my a-c goin' out in less than zero, oh no Now here come the crooks Paradin' by storm with the luegers and oar We conquer ground as usual Lo empire can never fall yeah Callin' up the diamond delegates Black connection For the sonny cheeba and the suede Black connection Got the bronx brooklyn and the harlem Black connection All the triborough got the back of black connection Callin' up the diamond delegates Black connection For the sonny cheeba and the suede Black connection Got the bronx brooklyn and the harlem Black connection All the triborough got the back of black connection [Sonny Cheeba] Brother joe chi be a part of Black connection Sonny cheeba be a part of Black connection Cat fabu be a part of Black connection Van suede always be a part of Black connection And we ride on(laugh)

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Swing

featuring Ish Aka Butterfly

Camp Lo

2:50

from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)

*Don't give me your swing
I got mines and that's the thing
Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings
Don't give me your swing
I got mine and that's the thing
Blahzay blahzay blahzay who names bell ring

Now for the grab the stash
To the alley Varner any splash
Tryin not to crash Swervin got the la-la on the dash
Getting bent up in the armored truck
stuck him for his glam shit is candy yams
Now we movin on the ancient mans
They using psycho vision For the Valentino Gorabani
Fuck Armani Butter We above these climbs
Hiest the harbours Word to godfathers getting bleed
Chasing on down to Venice
Tellin sire bout my alley runnin ways
Thats how it was cus
Now they got us blammin at the fuzz
Its all gun and poses on a bed of roses gettin shugged
wrap him in a rug leave him on the roof till he stink
Hit the pool-hall Fled the calico and watch him blink
Movin on Picaso Painting my portraits and condos
Cuz when the Lo blows
Only the Lo knows who doe knows (hey hey)

*Repeat

(check this)
I don't hate players, Im from the crown rhyme sayers
Whatever kid- sayers get down with no delaying
I play my cards shark style, kings and aces
Welcome to New York the illest of all places
I never bleed even through this plaza of greed
You got the rarest, true aint game in yo world
Not them Forrest Gump niggas with shades and S-curls (uh)
I tilt my crown fly I'm trying to angle you girl
The me and you alliance, is no doubt the fly science
We'll prosecute the phony star picks with our style
The million dollar necks word go head crack a smile
My name is Ish and that's something even in this tish
Of pimps, players, hustlers, and killahs and they wish
Your pretty to me, put in me in your frame
your complex attitude intrigue me...stronger than blow
you know, we can play the scenes like Pacino and Pfieffer
My queen'll shine on brinks three karats and brighter
Finesse in foreign fabrics crit seers tighter
Them clown kids you dealt never belt
I came around swift and got felt
That champagne brand name style got melt
My man Killah Jules put me close to these jewels
thats dropped in the lesson sent to crush fools (crush em..peace)

Yo yo, Dont give me your swing
I got mines and thats the thing
Its not your swing
Its mines and thats the thing
So all that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings
All that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings

Now for the grab the stash
To the alley Varner any splash
Tryin not to crash Swervin got the la-la on the dash
Getting bent up in the armored truck
stuck him for his glam shit is candy yams
Now we movin on the ancient mans
They using psycho vision For the Valentino Gorabani
Fuck Armani Butter We above these climbs
Hiest the harbours Word to godfathers getting bleed
Chasing on down to Venice
Tellin sire bout my alley runnin ways
Thats how it was cus
Now they got us blammin at the fuzz
Its all gun and poses on a bed of roses gettin shugged
wrap him in a rug leave him on the roof till he stink
Hit the pool-hall Fled the calico and watch him blink
Movin on Picaso Painting my portraits and condos
Cuz when the Lo blows
Only the Lo knows  who doe knows (hey hey)

*Repeat

(check this) 
I don't hate players, Im from the crown rhyme sayers
Whatever kid- sayers get down with no delaying
I play my cards shark style, kings and aces
Welcome to New York the illest of all places
I never bleed even through this plaza of greed
You got the rarest,  true aint  game in yo world
Not them Forrest Gump niggas with shades and S-curls (uh)
I tilt my crown fly I'm trying to angle you girl
The me and you alliance, is no doubt the fly science
We'll prosecute the phony star picks with our style
The million dollar necks word go head crack a smile
My name is Ish and that's something even in this tish
Of pimps, players, hustlers, and killahs and they wish
Your pretty to me, put in me in your frame
your complex attitude intrigue me...stronger than blow
you know, we can play the scenes like Pacino and Pfieffer
My queen'll shine on brinks three karats and brighter
Finesse in foreign fabrics crit seers tighter
Them clown kids you dealt never belt
I came around swift and got felt
That champagne brand name style got melt
My man Killah Jules put me close to these jewels
thats dropped in the lesson sent to crush fools (crush em..peace)

Yo yo, Dont give me your swing
I got mines and thats the thing
Its not your swing
Its mines and thats the thing
So all that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings
All that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings

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Rockin' It Aka Spanish Harlem

Camp Lo

3:37

from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)

*Now all the divas on the left you keep on (rockin' it)
And all the fellas on the right you keep on(rockin' it)
And all my peoples in the back you keep on(rockin' it)
And all the peoples in the front you keep on(rockin' it)

Nina, listen
Uno poppi chulo 69 position and switchin'
Welcome to Belavour just what you been missin' I'm gettin'
Caught up in this On the riviera with made of satin
On me be for kuna
Under the noona and palmetto on the slysaretto
speakin' bonticetti was wichetto
We be doin' it ever way you could imagine
Now it's up to the cheeba to make it mo' betta as we flo

And foxy bonita, cha cha cha sonny cheeba
Excella Mardi Gras and we funky valentine
I'm sex-posed to your voodoo see you peek-a-boo
Love american style What, my how do you mix
What, fix a hopscotch or butt-ox she diggy
What, interlude aculpoco you bad don't hurt nobody
What, 3 miles out from the coast of satin city
Sonny cheeba from the BX connects dig it

*Repeat (x2)

She said that I can call her genie bought me a martini
Some compliments of my paraphenalia from australia
I ain't no playa so don't you get it confused
I'm the sway-ful-lay, that's the chico man, that's the cherry fools
The n-e ass and fabu got hawaiian bless
Spillin mazzola between the cracks of my villanova
Them sober days ain't even seen up in my inner vision
The strizzy days of hollywood raises my style of livin'

Lost esmerado solero
Searchin' every season for the sexy senorita
Take my aphrodisiac and wing it back on sunset
Some said
So to rise and full of bronx who said uh
Hater made the cats a-cough it out without no shootout
Jive-time sucka for africa from like moses
Straight up

*Repeat

Da da da day
Da da da da da da day
What, yes her name cheeba
What, rocks to the beat
What, now you say cheeba, if i say some she say cheeba
Dunny boleega cheeba
Ain't no naptan blue
Cheeba twist up the ganja, anethesia
Now you say the lower
Who rang lower
Right on time Midnight magic, lower
Max julian, lower
Who you dig, lower
Diamond city bombers

So, la la la la
La la la la la la
It's the emerald suede gleamin' with the diamond cheeba
We blowin' morado
Weezin' the lightnin' through hollow dimensions
My broke collisions stay reflectin' off bottles of jensen
The unforbidden cashmere caught tech ca-nipsin'
Correct suspension for this ride to hollywood

*Repeat (x2)

Nina, listen
Uno poppi chulo 69 position and switchin'
Welcome to Belavour just what you been missin' I'm gettin'
Caught up in this On the riviera with made of satin
On me be for kuna
Under the noona and palmetto on the slysaretto 
speakin' bonticetti was wichetto
We be doin' it ever way you could imagine
Now it's up to the cheeba to make it mo' betta as we flo

And foxy bonita, cha cha cha sonny cheeba
Excella Mardi Gras and we funky valentine 
I'm sex-posed to your voodoo see you peek-a-boo
Love american style What, my how do you mix
What, fix a hopscotch or butt-ox she diggy 
What, interlude aculpoco you bad don't hurt nobody
What, 3 miles out from the coast of satin city
Sonny cheeba from the BX connects dig it

*Repeat (x2)

She said that I can call her genie bought me a martini
Some compliments of my paraphenalia from australia
I ain't no playa so don't you get it confused
I'm the sway-ful-lay, that's the chico man, that's the cherry fools
The n-e ass and fabu got hawaiian bless
Spillin mazzola between the cracks of my villanova
Them sober days ain't even seen up in my inner vision
The strizzy days of hollywood raises my style of livin'

Lost esmerado solero
Searchin' every season for the sexy senorita
Take my aphrodisiac and wing it back on sunset
Some said
So to rise and full of bronx who said uh
Hater made the cats a-cough it out without no shootout
Jive-time sucka for africa from like moses
Straight up

*Repeat

Da da da day
Da da da da da da day
What, yes her name cheeba
What, rocks to the beat
What, now you say cheeba, if i say some she say cheeba
Dunny boleega cheeba
Ain't no naptan blue
Cheeba twist up the ganja, anethesia
Now you say the lower
Who rang lower
Right on time Midnight magic, lower
Max julian, lower
Who you dig, lower
Diamond city bombers

So, la la la la
La la la la la la
It's the emerald suede gleamin' with the diamond cheeba
We blowin' morado
Weezin' the lightnin' through hollow dimensions
My broke collisions stay reflectin' off bottles of jensen
The unforbidden cashmere caught tech ca-nipsin'
Correct suspension for this ride to hollywood

*Repeat (x2)

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Say Word

featuring Jungle Brown

Camp Lo

3:14

from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)

Negro League

featuring Bones And Karachi R.A.W.

Camp Lo

3:23

from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)

Nicky Barnes Aka It's Alright

featuring Jungle Brown

Camp Lo

3:14

from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)

Black Nostaljack Aka Come On

Camp Lo

4:12

from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)

Uh... uh... uh... uh

CHORUS:
If you from the BX connects nigga
Nigga come on
If you from the BKs you flays nigga
Nigga come on
If you from the cherry QBs nigga
Nigga come on
If you from the NY you fly nigga
Nigga come on
Nigga come on

VERSE ONE:
[Geechie Suede]
Now here we are star apport a sarsparilla
In the Don Ezetti on the Veric Express
We got the imperic and vino just for the keeper
And yes he be the Cheeba
And yes I be the Suede
So gimme zigga zigga
And we can get with Kiki
The seventh heaven cloud is for my coofie and Daichiki
So you see me on the upper
But it's always the Loer
We make it Hollywood cuz diamond cooks is takin' over

[Sonny Cheeba]
And yes yes you to the BN
Scores like 10 on my IQ test
Stay live with Divine so I'm so funky fresh
I rocks to the east I flows to the west
Does Max Julien number one draft pick?
A finger to the wrist here we go for the Knicks
It's like that super phat catch a heart attack
Then smoke the Shooby Dooby with the black nostaljack

CHORUS 2x

VERSE TWO:
[Sonny Cheeba]
No not she I know it can't be
Hair so sweet how sweet can they be?
I rock around the clock then I end up on your block
I give the cat a smack to the rhythm tick tock
But who he? You know it only be the Sonny Chee
And who that? The king in Aerofin Geechie Suede
I ride up on a wave and pursue their gameplays
By Zemiah Jackson be there like she stole something, brah

[Geechie Suede]
Yo, she call me Portier
She had the Oreano stashed in the Hathaway
So knwo wew hipsiano to the Barry Cotto Height
And now we got the fuzz flash and crazy fucking lights
The diamond life is trife
But we can get this rotto so get riler with the glamour
We meet them in Aruba get the goods down in Savannah
You know it can't be them so it's got to be Loer
And we make it Hollywood cuz diamond cooks is takin' over

CHORUS 2x

VERSE THREE:
[Geechie Suede]
One for the money two is for the Ebeneezer
We used to stick these cats for all they masses and they pieces
An we do it on our leisure
I keep away we seize her
I used to rock a bubblegoose wild child into the fever
Now we in the Estee Lauder
And Nina rich in sage
The microphone kimono with tequilla for my tempest
I said it once before and I'm sayin it all over
We make it Hollywood cuz diamond cooks is takin' over

[Soony Cheeba]
Drop cats from BX on the one and the two
We sippin on the booze with the little big league shoe
Somebody pulled a heist but they just don't know who
I wonder how we do heist the juice how we do
I'm in the airy lye with a little bit of ooh
I do swing my flings but I practise kung fu
Now this here be the end so we will be seeimg you
Nigga come on
Nigga come on

CHORUS 3x

I get fly (you get fly) heads collect
BKs you flays south QB (you get fly)
Camp Lo in the mafi (you get fly)
Always move like that one time for y'all (you get fly)
Get fly
Get fly
The rhythm is all over you
The rhythm is all over you
The rhythm is all over you
The rhythm is all over you

Uh... uh... uh... uh

CHORUS: 
If you from the BX connects nigga 
Nigga come on 
If you from the BKs you flays nigga 
Nigga come on 
If you from the cherry QBs nigga 
Nigga come on 
If you from the NY you fly nigga 
Nigga come on 
Nigga come on

VERSE ONE: 
[Geechie Suede] 
Now here we are star apport a sarsparilla 
In the Don Ezetti on the Veric Express 
We got the imperic and vino just for the keeper 
And yes he be the Cheeba 
And yes I be the Suede 
So gimme zigga zigga 
And we can get with Kiki 
The seventh heaven cloud is for my coofie and Daichiki 
So you see me on the upper 
But it's always the Loer 
We make it Hollywood cuz diamond cooks is takin' over

[Sonny Cheeba] 
And yes yes you to the BN 
Scores like 10 on my IQ test 
Stay live with Divine so I'm so funky fresh 
I rocks to the east I flows to the west 
Does Max Julien number one draft pick? 
A finger to the wrist here we go for the Knicks 
It's like that super phat catch a heart attack 
Then smoke the Shooby Dooby with the black nostaljack

CHORUS 2x

VERSE TWO: 
[Sonny Cheeba] 
No not she I know it can't be 
Hair so sweet how sweet can they be? 
I rock around the clock then I end up on your block 
I give the cat a smack to the rhythm tick tock 
But who he? You know it only be the Sonny Chee 
And who that? The king in Aerofin Geechie Suede 
I ride up on a wave and pursue their gameplays 
By Zemiah Jackson be there like she stole something, brah

[Geechie Suede] 
Yo, she call me Portier 
She had the Oreano stashed in the Hathaway 
So knwo wew hipsiano to the Barry Cotto Height 
And now we got the fuzz flash and crazy fucking lights 
The diamond life is trife 
But we can get this rotto so get riler with the glamour 
We meet them in Aruba get the goods down in Savannah 
You know it can't be them so it's got to be Loer 
And we make it Hollywood cuz diamond cooks is takin' over

CHORUS 2x

VERSE THREE: 
[Geechie Suede] 
One for the money two is for the Ebeneezer 
We used to stick these cats for all they masses and they pieces 
An we do it on our leisure 
I keep away we seize her 
I used to rock a bubblegoose wild child into the fever 
Now we in the Estee Lauder 
And Nina rich in sage 
The microphone kimono with tequilla for my tempest 
I said it once before and I'm sayin it all over 
We make it Hollywood cuz diamond cooks is takin' over

[Soony Cheeba] 
Drop cats from BX on the one and the two 
We sippin on the booze with the little big league shoe 
Somebody pulled a heist but they just don't know who 
I wonder how we do heist the juice how we do 
I'm in the airy lye with a little bit of ooh 
I do swing my flings but I practise kung fu 
Now this here be the end so we will be seeimg you 
Nigga come on 
Nigga come on

CHORUS 3x

I get fly (you get fly) heads collect 
BKs you flays south QB (you get fly) 
Camp Lo in the mafi (you get fly) 
Always move like that one time for y'all (you get fly) 
Get fly 
Get fly 
The rhythm is all over you 
The rhythm is all over you 
The rhythm is all over you 
The rhythm is all over you

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Coolie High

Camp Lo

4:00

from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)

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)

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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Sparkle (Mr. Midnight Mix)

Camp Lo

3:48

from Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night (1997)

We made the lyrics
Nigga gon' tell me how I did it
Lower lower lower lower
Got the bubbly
Pourin through me
Got the bubbly
Pourin through me (sparkly)
Bubbly pourin through me
Got the bubbly
Pourin through me (sparkly)
(Sonny Cheeba)
Diamond runnin strangers in paradise over flash
Sugar cane alley cats Lo in parade
With the black spades courvosier
Spillin on the rocks
Intoxicating the satin dogs
With his private bands
(Geechie Suede)
And it don't stop
To the midnight
This glass got me right
Only live lo light
Don't drown in the mo dawn
On to the disco
Sisco got me laced
Scorch a half a quart
Then E&J get chased
Bronx vigilantes, call us big willas
Diomond crook avengers, sheeba doll stealers
(Sonny Cheeba)
Give me sunshine dada
Have twenty one convictions solute
For the africaaner midnight express how we do
Hold my razors buku
Jiggas and figas of coolie faceded shadow boxers
Under cover faggot lovers
Dig my satin struthers
Coolie high ?? on the sky
Fro and the fly
Car wash bubble out
In a grand stand land
Gold day e'yday sip the slick and the 'stoute
Sticky self, sticky self
bye-bye
(Geechie Suede)
Every district
Bring the mischief
Sing the sweet back
Blaze the schama, drop the vac, push the seat back
Diamante catch reflect off the chrome rim
Private stock drenched me, I can't stop from bubblin' (bubblin')
Ally cat anthem (anthem)
Always bless the instru (instru)
Jungle brown see smoke complete the Lo official (sparkly)
Got the bubbly (Loer)
Pourin through me (Loer)
Got the bubbly (Loer)
Pourin through me (Loer)
Sparkly
(repeat 4x)
(Geechie Suede)
Welcome to shadowin heaven
It's the seven layers of pleasure
My genuine draft with the Loer acurate measures
Precision on beats if your camp is wanted where ever
I'm bring in the vein, clappin rhythmes to stormy weather
(Sonny Cheeba)
Bro', kissin in quiet fire
Higher will get us lower
Staufer, she coffe diggin
Riggin' in shattered lifers
We only jive talkin
Razor keep cotton squawkin
Blazin the loose cannans
On top of white diomonds sands
Street corner symphonies spillin
Prisons are lower twistin
Brown Hornet keepin it nappy
Keep us on, keepin on
(Geechie Suede)
??...shades to black
Gleamin of the roof of the Ac
Don't know how to act
Wildin' with the non-chalant pack
Slappin the theives
With the unbelieves
That it be
Shakin your block
With the six million dollar bop
Just stop
The bloodclot tears
For years, we air-tight (tight)
On another flight
Until the farenheit (Harlem night)
Harlem night
I'm shakin your thoughts keepin the Lo blaze sharp for life
It's a jungle masquerade and we forever stone trife
(Sonny Cheeba)
That chick out the car commin from the island of ice
No contact with sheist bubblin with mr. midnight
And talkin in jive floatations
With cases
Of slick and shovelin herb hip tone
From black belt jones
The ebony junction'll
Be the function
Yo, dig it
Time to shake a leg, get up in your wig suga (sparkly)
Got the bubbly (Loer)
Pourin through me (Loer)
Got the bubbly (Loer)
Pourin through me
Sparkly
(repeat 3x)
Loer
Pourin through me
It's the Loer
Geechie Suede
It's the Loer
Sparkly
It's the Loer
With the Cheeba (get the drizzy on)
How we do it (get the drizzy on, get the drizzy on, it's the Loer)
Sparkly (ca-varsie, cavarsie)
Alright, alright
Yeah, get your drizzy on
How we flow, T
Get your drizzy on
Fled to tri-state
Get the drizzy on
Sparkly
Yeah, get the drizzy on, get the drizzy on, get the drizzy on

We made the lyrics 
Nigga gon' tell me how I did it 
Lower lower lower lower 
Got the bubbly 
Pourin through me 
Got the bubbly 
Pourin through me (sparkly) 
Bubbly pourin through me 
Got the bubbly 
Pourin through me (sparkly) 
(Sonny Cheeba) 
Diamond runnin strangers in paradise over flash 
Sugar cane alley cats Lo in parade 
With the black spades courvosier 
Spillin on the rocks 
Intoxicating the satin dogs 
With his private bands 
(Geechie Suede) 
And it don't stop 
To the midnight 
This glass got me right 
Only live lo light 
Don't drown in the mo dawn 
On to the disco 
Sisco got me laced 
Scorch a half a quart 
Then E&J get chased 
Bronx vigilantes, call us big willas 
Diomond crook avengers, sheeba doll stealers 
(Sonny Cheeba) 
Give me sunshine dada 
Have twenty one convictions solute 
For the africaaner midnight express how we do 
Hold my razors buku 
Jiggas and figas of coolie faceded shadow boxers 
Under cover faggot lovers 
Dig my satin struthers 
Coolie high ?? on the sky 
Fro and the fly 
Car wash bubble out 
In a grand stand land 
Gold day e'yday sip the slick and the 'stoute 
Sticky self, sticky self 
bye-bye 
(Geechie Suede) 
Every district 
Bring the mischief 
Sing the sweet back 
Blaze the schama, drop the vac, push the seat back 
Diamante catch reflect off the chrome rim 
Private stock drenched me, I can't stop from bubblin' (bubblin') 
Ally cat anthem (anthem) 
Always bless the instru (instru) 
Jungle brown see smoke complete the Lo official (sparkly) 
Got the bubbly (Loer) 
Pourin through me (Loer) 
Got the bubbly (Loer) 
Pourin through me (Loer) 
Sparkly 
(repeat 4x) 
(Geechie Suede) 
Welcome to shadowin heaven 
It's the seven layers of pleasure 
My genuine draft with the Loer acurate measures 
Precision on beats if your camp is wanted where ever 
I'm bring in the vein, clappin rhythmes to stormy weather 
(Sonny Cheeba) 
Bro', kissin in quiet fire 
Higher will get us lower 
Staufer, she coffe diggin 
Riggin' in shattered lifers 
We only jive talkin 
Razor keep cotton squawkin 
Blazin the loose cannans 
On top of white diomonds sands 
Street corner symphonies spillin 
Prisons are lower twistin 
Brown Hornet keepin it nappy 
Keep us on, keepin on 
(Geechie Suede) 
??...shades to black 
Gleamin of the roof of the Ac 
Don't know how to act 
Wildin' with the non-chalant pack 
Slappin the theives 
With the unbelieves 
That it be 
Shakin your block 
With the six million dollar bop 
Just stop 
The bloodclot tears 
For years, we air-tight (tight) 
On another flight 
Until the farenheit (Harlem night) 
Harlem night 
I'm shakin your thoughts keepin the Lo blaze sharp for life 
It's a jungle masquerade and we forever stone trife 
(Sonny Cheeba) 
That chick out the car commin from the island of ice 
No contact with sheist bubblin with mr. midnight 
And talkin in jive floatations 
With cases 
Of slick and shovelin herb hip tone 
From black belt jones 
The ebony junction'll 
Be the function 
Yo, dig it 
Time to shake a leg, get up in your wig suga (sparkly) 
Got the bubbly (Loer) 
Pourin through me (Loer) 
Got the bubbly (Loer) 
Pourin through me 
Sparkly 
(repeat 3x) 
Loer 
Pourin through me 
It's the Loer 
Geechie Suede 
It's the Loer 
Sparkly 
It's the Loer 
With the Cheeba (get the drizzy on) 
How we do it (get the drizzy on, get the drizzy on, it's the Loer) 
Sparkly (ca-varsie, cavarsie) 
Alright, alright 
Yeah, get your drizzy on 
How we flow, T 
Get your drizzy on 
Fled to tri-state 
Get the drizzy on 
Sparkly 
Yeah, get the drizzy on, get the drizzy on, get the drizzy on

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Yes Yes Y'All (album version)

featuring Camp Lo

Camp Lo, Will Smith

4:23

from Will Smith - Big Willie Style (1997)

yes
at the start of the new jiggyness
with the Trackmasters
Camp Lo and
Willie
gon' give it to ya
know what I mean
lot of macoronis here
check it out for all the
tenderonis
ah ha ha
like chatchy and joni

Verse 1: Will Smith

lights camera action
the hip-hop attraction
Fresh Priggy
John Bliggy
player haters been hatin' all my playin' for years
now they seein' they worst fears as I bathe in cheers
parades and accolades
all shades and ages
it's me the outrageous
my zeal contageous
the smile inspirator
Aspen to Grenada
one of the only mc's to say cheese with Scharwtzenegger
everywhere I go they know me
Planet Hollywood in Paris accidently spilt a drink upon they ??
truth of the matter I've been loungin'
livin' it up givin' it up
in monopulate surrondings
been around the world and I-yi-yi
ain't seen enough of this fly-yi-yi
my attitude pervasive
my effervensence
bringing you back to the essence
with the...

Chours: Will Smith/Camp Lo

yes yes y'all
and ya don't stop
mic check y'all
and ya don't quit
repeat 2X

Verse 2: Will Smith

verse two
'bout to slay you worst than the first verse
packin' my purse but yo without one curse
I survive in rarified air where only few can live
thoughts in my brain like that train in the fugitive
I pledge allegiance to the soul of the game
stepped away as Fresh Prince came back with my real name
a rose by any other still beautifies the room
so don't get consumed when a brother's known to gloom
it's amantics but yo it's really good to be back
never racing the rap just lacing the track
not sarendipadee with me it was a plan b
'bout to have an oscar standin' next to my grammiesss
plural mucho no need to talk though
I'm a just do so
I'm comin' at ya with the smoothest slickness
behold the style lick of this kickin'...

Chorus

Verse 3: Will Smith

a GQ cover twice
this brother's nice
vanity fair you saw me there
I discovered life
outside of rap got the cream and all that
but kinda left a void in me
you can't keep runnin' in and out of my life
said my mic
aight
pump your radio you could record
as they place my welcome mat at the music awards
coming throgh America tinted in high beams
rose petals at my feet like I'm Prince Akeem
so to all you player haters while y'all sayin' y'all rhyme
please stop sayin' Jada cause that name's mine
I rocked the Philly fade with the divin' waves
yes yallin' till I'm bald like Issac Hayes
bad eyes or greys back pain or bad legs
I'm a get better with age trust

Chorus

Verse 1: Will Smith

lights camera action
the hip-hop attraction
Fresh Priggy
John Bliggy
player haters been hatin' all my playin' for years
now they seein' they worst fears as I bathe in cheers
parades and accolades
all shades and ages
it's me the outrageous
my zeal contageous
the smile inspirator
Aspen to Grenada
one of the only mc's to say cheese with Scharwtzenegger 
everywhere I go they know me
Planet Hollywood in Paris accidently spilt a drink upon they ??
truth of the matter I've been loungin'
livin' it up givin' it up
in monopulate surrondings
been around the world and I-yi-yi
ain't seen enough of this fly-yi-yi
my attitude pervasive
my effervensence
bringing you back to the essence
with the...

Chours: Will Smith/Camp Lo

yes yes y'all
 and ya don't stop
mic check y'all
 and ya don't quit
repeat 2X

Verse 2: Will Smith

verse two
'bout to slay you worst than the first verse
packin' my purse but yo without one curse
I survive in rarified air where only few can live
thoughts in my brain like that train in the fugitive
I pledge allegiance to the soul of the game
stepped away as Fresh Prince came back with my real name
a rose by any other still beautifies the room
so don't get consumed when a brother's known to gloom
it's amantics but yo it's really good to be back
never racing the rap just lacing the track
not sarendipadee with me it was a plan b
'bout to have an oscar standin' next to my grammiesss
plural mucho no need to talk though
I'm a just do so
I'm comin' at ya with the smoothest slickness
behold the style lick of this kickin'...

Chorus

Verse 3: Will Smith

a GQ cover twice
this brother's nice
vanity fair you saw me there
I discovered life
outside of rap got the cream and all that
but kinda left a void in me 
you can't keep runnin' in and out of my life
said my mic
aight
pump your radio you could record
as they place my welcome mat at the music awards
coming throgh America tinted in high beams
rose petals at my feet like I'm Prince Akeem
so to all you player haters while y'all sayin' y'all rhyme
please stop sayin' Jada cause that name's mine
I rocked the Philly fade with the divin' waves
yes yallin' till I'm bald like Issac Hayes
bad eyes or greys back pain or bad legs
I'm a get better with age trust

Chorus

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