Little Brother - Light it Up lyrics
[Little Brother - Light it Up lyrics]
Uhcheck me out baby ayo, I be the one Phonte
Representin' Little brother
From now, never be another
It's Phonte, Pooh and 9th wonder
And my man Big Dho, that's undiscovered
Gettin' freaky wit them broads undercover
Take it way back like Mr lover Lover
Ayo, we keep it runnin like this
From the top of the dome light
It up with a kiss
Kubanot jada Phonte, the style playa
Party ghost, peace out niggas
I'll see ya later
Phonte coming through just like dic tator
Off the top of the dome
Through in the playground
Because it's just like "yo I didn't say that"
Loot it up wherever my nigga 'Lay at
Lets light it up
The most magnificent
Pooh speak the unlipatent
For the rhyme impatent
Complicate plenty circumtants
I got enough friends to last my life
Fuck your feelings and your home town rice
The stage is mine if I rocked the mic
Lead a love up the path of light
It's due time to set a couple niggas straight
And get this beef off my chest plate
Bitch niggas tryin to frustrate
Dap you up on the low really hate
Is that the price of cats being to great?
Can I live without you all in
My face? and ya hands high
See that's the shit that I be talking about
Behind your back faggots runnin' they mouth
Just stick a dick in it
And have a seat homie
Let us step to the floor front
Made you display, all up in your store front
Thats what the people want
The champs back in here
Let's shout the name out loud and clear
We light it up (echos)
Yo time to set the record staight
I rock a Gordon Gartrell with seven buttons
Still I fascinate
This politics shit'll ruin kids
Niggas be thinking just because they tight
That mean they music is
That ain't the way it work dog
Go exam your roots
Look niggas dead in they eyes
Start demanding the truth
Produce are not properly commanding his loops
I ain't saying it wack
That shit'll win a grammie or mute
I'm like that half crazed man on the roof
The ex-vietnam vet with no
Heart pan handling loot
With a mack 10 raised to shoot ya
Phonte's a big dog
Betta get ya bitches sprayed or neutered
(cat growl)
Last year been praised and tutored
Radioheads downloading my shit
The OK compute it got plans to shine
Style 3x's dope on eastern standard time
And I'm gon handle mine lets light it up baby
(echo)
Representin' Little brother
From now, never be another
It's Phonte, Pooh and 9th wonder
And my man Big Dho, that's undiscovered
Gettin' freaky wit them broads undercover
Take it way back like Mr lover Lover
Ayo, we keep it runnin like this
From the top of the dome light
It up with a kiss
Kubanot jada Phonte, the style playa
Party ghost, peace out niggas
I'll see ya later
Phonte coming through just like dic tator
Off the top of the dome
Through in the playground
Because it's just like "yo I didn't say that"
Loot it up wherever my nigga 'Lay at
Lets light it up
The most magnificent
Pooh speak the unlipatent
For the rhyme impatent
Complicate plenty circumtants
I got enough friends to last my life
Fuck your feelings and your home town rice
The stage is mine if I rocked the mic
Lead a love up the path of light
It's due time to set a couple niggas straight
And get this beef off my chest plate
Bitch niggas tryin to frustrate
Dap you up on the low really hate
Is that the price of cats being to great?
Can I live without you all in
My face? and ya hands high
See that's the shit that I be talking about
Behind your back faggots runnin' they mouth
Just stick a dick in it
And have a seat homie
Let us step to the floor front
Made you display, all up in your store front
Thats what the people want
The champs back in here
Let's shout the name out loud and clear
We light it up (echos)
Yo time to set the record staight
I rock a Gordon Gartrell with seven buttons
Still I fascinate
This politics shit'll ruin kids
Niggas be thinking just because they tight
That mean they music is
That ain't the way it work dog
Go exam your roots
Look niggas dead in they eyes
Start demanding the truth
Produce are not properly commanding his loops
I ain't saying it wack
That shit'll win a grammie or mute
I'm like that half crazed man on the roof
The ex-vietnam vet with no
Heart pan handling loot
With a mack 10 raised to shoot ya
Phonte's a big dog
Betta get ya bitches sprayed or neutered
(cat growl)
Last year been praised and tutored
Radioheads downloading my shit
The OK compute it got plans to shine
Style 3x's dope on eastern standard time
And I'm gon handle mine lets light it up baby
(echo)