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letra de coolie high is for life - camp lo

[verse 1: sonny cheeba]
now if you in ya’ legend, shoot this up the ten
the airways belong to disciple and ya’ boy cheeb-lin
first digest the heat from my toaster, blast!
cotton can last, on your block bout’ the class

[verse 2: geechy suede]
yeah, diggin’ on the sheeba, tappin’ on the cheeba
singin’ a1 sustan’, cotton, you want nothin’
the ass whippin’ ain’t feel it when it kick in
never juggled satin, coolie-coated camp lo
coolie-how is how i pump, when the convinsa’s;
in my clutch, your burdened one sung and then hush
hollywood

[verse 3: sonny cheeba]
the rude awakanin’, how much notes are we rakin’ in?
the more we vision, you ain’t fit for this division
so put the spliss on it, tell ya foxy put her lips on it
it’s murder one when the stone’s on it

[verse 4: geechy suede]
i was tryna tell ya now, to cop a hill from the 3 o’clock and
sum’n tap; will it happen when you fall sat’n?
no counterfeit, neva’ dug the sound of it, lo
cold twisted-out, razor candy-cut, what?
them sugar streets where the hustle-pros’n cats meet
my camp lookin’ like flin about to boogie in
[verse 5: sonny cheeba]
it’s our seeba-sugar wars tryna’ landscape pleasure
i face the north, and the north face bubble feather
stone-trife, jungle-knife, diamond crook campus
destined for sugar city and we coppin’ willie’s hampus

[chorus(geechy grace)]
coolie high gotcha wide
coolie high keeps ya wide
coolie high gotcha wide
coolie high keeps ya wide
coolie high wants ya wide

[verse 6: geechy suede]
once the heater’s on, you know that mean the war cheif’s in
meltin’ ice grills from the ace boon and mac ten
eldorado r and a sparkalin’ chevrolin’
all the dusaks, until the c notes pack in

[verse 7: sonny cheeba]
and ain’t no such thing as 3 o’clock
i cruise the block in my snorkel
a tailand sw-ng, six figures i’m tryna see;
a song coastin’, sippin’ on some cleopatra potion
got me tipsy, waitin’ for some sugar rain to hit me
this is livin’, screeching though the cracks of h-ll’s kitchen
talkin’ dinamite slang, in my wheels while i’m brick pitchin’
[verse 8: geechy suede]
check the crumb-crusher charol, suga-love out of sight
double-murder block bust, geechy gray airtight;
and the war chief
pullin the o’brown suga-con through the doorway of suga
hit the stairway and down (dig it)

[verse 9: sonny cheeba]
i can dig it, can you dig it?
diamonds glow, geechy stay fresh in the flesh-diced fro
we thundercats, it’s all about stashin’ the coffee;
b-tter drippin’ off me, i talk it like i walk it
on uptown grounds; jungle-champ compounds
where the law’s always found, and war chief run the town

[verse 10: geechy suede]
the last cards was delt

- camp lo

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