(Chocs) Like... (Jully) Turn it on, light it up, we gon set this.. on fire (Chocs) Yeea, yeea, ha ha (Chocs) We in the plane, floatin through the cloud, right (Jully) Turn it on, light it up (Chocs) From the inside turn down the lights right (Jully) ..on fire (Jully) Hit the trees, or hook the breeze, get your second plate for free
(Choclair) Sit back, relax, inhale the 'dro watch clouds take shape Then exhale slow.. you know! Now you in the right mode, to float and fly Hop in the ride, '81 Mustang, the T ditto side The ride don't matter, flatter who? It's all about we and the crew And at 2 o' clock the girls'll pass through That Suave Dawg game, and it's more than a few The G-shorts and the tank tops'll do With they hands on they boo - you know how we do You know how these Canadians do West Indian's, Asian, Latino's do Holla at the birdy that be smilin at you Even though your with the misses, she thinks your delicious It's something that this blue sky does Green grass, enough Bud, it's summer-time love
(Chorus 2x: Jully Black) Turn it on, turn it on, light it up We gon set this.. on fire Hit the trees, or hook the breeze Get your second plate for free
(Choclair) Excuse me miss, don't mean to be rude but... Damn, you looking good like food Pumpin it so high feel like a candle Your a coming to ride, this is what we gon do Skip off your drawer, swim by Jamal's And later on maybe you can work your drawers I know sometimes I might get a little raw, but Your candy eyes is I, candy an I, a Can't even lie, I, let's see your thigh I've been sizing you girl for quite some time Don't got a lot of money so riches I can't buy But ah, get with this vibe we can soar real high (high) In the Century Sam, give a damn if they don't understand Bald, heavy head high is the scribe Look like we walk like we on high rise At least in the minds, so we walk as such, yeah
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(Choclair) Funk you up, we get down You funking with the Suave Dawg chap, with ill dawg sounds Funk you up, we get down And when you mind right, you'll see It's just family, clubs you don't need So chill from the scene About every hour puff the Al Green Hop in the car, drive the 3-D Blow down the windows, raise the P-B's Parents, they roll up, don't understand we I neck-snappin, hard, they can't catch the beat It's just a Suave Dawg steeze Not even thinking twice Just feeling nice, riiight
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(Outro: Choclair) If you chilling in the mind - light it up If you all up in the back - light it up Pockets on stand - light it up Your pockets just flat - light it up If you came to get down - light it up If you make a loud sound - light it up T dot get down - light it up
[Intro] Do what chu want, when you be under the skunk
[Choclair] Floatin like.. a mile high Yeah, smoking trees
Do what chu want, when you be under the skunk
[Choclair] See, while you niggas flop ya gums I hop on the the Doogotty, pull back on the throttle catwalk down Younge Think I, crash and burn? Looked on the ground, skid marks way out in a juked up swerve It's rock, 360 wheel back, 180 lift dust that I dever reach you can't get Tell you worldwide, it's T dot city Don't bling like he but the thick hang heavy Lambed out in the all black Chevy Sleek and stack - you can't see that Phantom menace, a feather in your presence And deprive your high rise, baby girl, and ya get it
[Kurupt] Niggas try to bomb our Trade Center You motherfucking bitch-ass niggas Calculate, calculative, intervention With a pistol in position to start thumping all All the homies on the streets start pumping all Fill up the streets with sherm and heat Make 'em wiggle like worms, lift niggas out of they seat Shift 'em chest to feet, Canada, West to East Calicos might spread lead start ricocheting head to head I'm Kurupt Young Gotti bitch, heard what I said? Yeah bitch, eat a dick instead
[Chorus] Get ya Pesos, take fallacio then slide (Do what chu want, when you be under the skunk) That's right Get ya Pesos, take fallacio then slide (Do what chu want, when you be under the skunk) That's right Elevate yo, peeps to know with this chi' (Do what chu want, when you be under the skunk) That's right
[Choclair] It's just 'Nock, and K-U-R-U-P-T and... On this lyrical high, and moving to the music (When you be under the skunk) Choclair got ya high, and Young Gotti, and... Don't bounce unless you can put it together (And moving to the music, under the skunk)
[Choclair] See, redline and clutch push to the floor Pistons doin like they grill you no more Ladies on the back of the floor Thinkin I'm gon kick it to 6, switch lanes drop it down into 4 Meaning, all y'all comin of the balls T dot comin suave for y'all Kurupt spark the blunt for y'all While all y'all balls be sleepin when the radio be playing your song See, can't help with that Suave Dawg I, I be when they wanna follow this stally I switched they whole game so the whole time they be following the same damn tree Confused? People tried to flop on me Thirty days Gold, "Ice Cold" (What?) Yo, y'all know who's, reppin T dot When you see Choclair say "What up, Chizznock?"
[Interlude: Kurupt] Get up fast, touch your ass To hit some ass, so quick and so fast Ridin slow, rock and move Two shot's of Hennesey, that's the remedy Movin, smashin, smashin streets, streets Nigga bouncin, movin, rockin, shakin
[Kurupt] Hun, niggas tried to rob my nigga Two semi's change is mine, my nigga Concentrate, 38 intervision With pistols in position take flight like fishing Murder red ripples, then all cripple Fuck around and leave niggas cripple Chip a nigga motherfucking shoe with the full wind nickel Chrome nickel soar, like mockingbirds Mocking my words, might chip niggas like Titanic chip Icebergs Coming through on perv, dip, swerve Niggas got the nerve, niggas try and serve Swing like pendulums, perfect aim Separate, poetical purple rain Detonate, you niggas little as Eddie Kain Nigga, I me on Paul be on Hussein, motherfucker
