Quasimoto - LAX to JFK lyrics
[Quasimoto - LAX to JFK lyrics]
Ayo, people always asking
(Ayo, where Madlib at?)
'Cause, I won’t be up at them
Parties where they be at
(Hey Madlib I ain’t see you and yo' boys
Whatcha been doing?)
Be chilling, trying to make money
Stay out this ruin keep my music tight
So y’all don’t hear no booing
Oh, whatcha you been doing?
(Drinkin’ 40s with my crew and)
I be hearing people talkin’ behind my back
But that’s a normal reaction
When they be doin' the fraction
Then the next person doing (Aw)
But, I’m still relaxin’
Or my name ain't Jackson, I be maxin’
Lootpack ’99 main attraction
Hitting it like two hundred degrees
We went overseas
From Tennessee (on a plane) ten to three
We hit a bar on the way to NYC, with no delay
LAX to JFK
Niggas out here acting like
Everything is lovely
Smiling in my face scheming
Wishing they was all above me
Small cats react off movies they peep
Take it out to the streets
Until they six feet deep
I’m mapping out my plan to hit the next trip
Rock a show
Clock the dough and make niggas head dip
I’m on the next thick chick, I stick with
I hit spliffs before we lift for instance
Hit the ground, now we up in New York
JFK airport
All my niggas in OX hold down the fort
Me, Peanut Butter, Wildchild, DJ Romes
Only here to take out whack clones like
Whack massacre
(How many? About eighty percent)
Can’t fuck with my crew
But anyway, we always come original any day
(any day) from LAX to JFK
(Ayo, where Madlib at?)
'Cause, I won’t be up at them
Parties where they be at
(Hey Madlib I ain’t see you and yo' boys
Whatcha been doing?)
Be chilling, trying to make money
Stay out this ruin keep my music tight
So y’all don’t hear no booing
Oh, whatcha you been doing?
(Drinkin’ 40s with my crew and)
I be hearing people talkin’ behind my back
But that’s a normal reaction
When they be doin' the fraction
Then the next person doing (Aw)
But, I’m still relaxin’
Or my name ain't Jackson, I be maxin’
Lootpack ’99 main attraction
Hitting it like two hundred degrees
We went overseas
From Tennessee (on a plane) ten to three
We hit a bar on the way to NYC, with no delay
LAX to JFK
Niggas out here acting like
Everything is lovely
Smiling in my face scheming
Wishing they was all above me
Small cats react off movies they peep
Take it out to the streets
Until they six feet deep
I’m mapping out my plan to hit the next trip
Rock a show
Clock the dough and make niggas head dip
I’m on the next thick chick, I stick with
I hit spliffs before we lift for instance
Hit the ground, now we up in New York
JFK airport
All my niggas in OX hold down the fort
Me, Peanut Butter, Wildchild, DJ Romes
Only here to take out whack clones like
Whack massacre
(How many? About eighty percent)
Can’t fuck with my crew
But anyway, we always come original any day
(any day) from LAX to JFK