Piece of the Action - Camp Lo

Gotta keep a jig on the sugar flats

The Sonny Chee

The Geechi Suede

Back to back in action

This how we do it

Yes darlin' to the Camp-a Lo-a

I’m saucy with the caesar, wave the booga out the Rover

We coastin', swervin' with multiple luchini

I puff the reefer roaches and get loose off fioritti

The cutter, the oxy, the herb and really schemin'

The mac eleven subtract from your dreamin'

The Crooklyn, the Boogie, and can’t forget the Queens and

The Harlem river drivin' all the boroughs in between

Ayo, check it

Dig the in-between flats, give her love, give her that

Underneath the moon, checking soon for the sugar wolves

Bangin' harlequins on the air of the shiba drum

Swoop back attack, Lo pack, check the hourglass

Bona fide, hit me satisfied up on cloud nine

Love Potion No. 9, foxy was crusher

Nick of time, I stay above the ground and murk

The corners ain’t safe according to the above me

So we breeze, put cruise controller on ease

Cuz we the jiggin' jungle gods, super fly vandal thieves

Now

Photograph the Sundance Kid, satin freelance

Hang ten, I shit on you, fuck y’all

Callin' Cheeba too sweet, gentle phrase shout it

In Sugar Ray heaven, not the youngest dynamo

Cool with the coon skin, spook by a door now

What be the flight of the black crows, now dig that

I want action

A piece of the action

I live for the action

I got for the action

A piece of the action

I want action

I live for the action

I got for the action

A piece of the action

It’s me, Allah, it’s the chocolate star

Bless the vein that kiss the pen

It’s the super fly jungle god, Allah

Love the Solegaard pumpin' fruit from the yard

Runnin' this blade from head to the grave

Grip what you treasure, we huntin' for the pleasure

It’s sho 'nuff the vine, this style of mine

Startin' the scene with the mean

Yeah

I was born in a state of grace, I never caught a three-o-clock lace

I make it happen with the toast in your face, and that’s my word

Bronze blocks I boogie, I’m singin' songs with the villains

Cuz we’re acting juvenile, shankin' cats up in lobby buildings

And I’m forever and a lever lookin' jiggy

But chino figures Cleopatra swigga stone and raw diggahs

Your lost soul don’t belong here

And I’mma keep it Coolie High until my Camp is in the clear

—toxicatin' ya ear with scats from the sugar flats

Spillin' the Lo sak-ah, convincer, take it light

Layin' right on the short eye scar

Bubblin' snatchin' campus of the diamond crooks

Cats of the lowest caliber with givin' up

Breakin' the shoveling stamp champs rollin' bones

Rubber token chokin' tight for them busy broads

Cotton dispatchin' ain’t no bailin' out

Ayo

I lust the lacer

No better time than now to let the

I want this canvas they see me

When I do the dirty, I keep the hammer easily seen

I hope the fuzz don’t search me, we gettin' jiggy with Corona

And tequila, vodka, and I don’t fret your candy ass

Cuz you

Bumpin' black Caesar on high, hell up in Harlem tonight

Crackin' the crab leg, then we takin' flight

Flashin' high beams

Holdin' high penny repellant

No doubt

Melody with the glue stick, I’m Beverley

Security to teflon

Multiply the Coolie High and a g for Grayson

Devoted to the station in this melon pop we livin'

I’m giving love to those who give the love unconditional

Incorporated for life, the Lo carries on