Okay, DJ Shadow
Fair game, Federation
Okay, okay, okay
What it do
You know we go
So if you hate, you fake, we all be from
On top of the bus, know way too much
The lil homies hella hyphy, turf dancing
We gon stomp your car, we dont care who you are
On the hood of this straight turf dancing
We dont listen, dont listen dot car
We dont listen, dont listen dot car
We dont listen, dont listen dot car
We dont listen, dont listen dot car
Coked up Tonto, something like Roscoe
Hygiene, low maintenance, calling ghost, snot-nose
Growin hyphy, see it in my two step
Throwin at my crew, sick, yeah I get the boose wet
Duck duck, goose up easy, gawd
Somewhere in V-Town, representin deep down
For sale, clean buckin, five shares
Fuck it, big muskets, hundred rounds on the Techs
Yeah, I do, not much
Pot on my face, the 9-9 kush
On my grind, I make a hoe wise up
I cant sell crack no mo, I get it thighs up
What? You all waiting on my solo?
Im fucking wit my dick, sitting here like
Psyche! Im a lesbian
Trapped in a mans body, fair to the end, fuck whips
What it do
You know we go
So if you hate, you fake, we all be from
On top of the bus, know way too much
The lil homies hella hyphy, turf dancing
We gon stomp your car, we dont care who you are
On the hood of this straight turf dancing
We dont listen, dont listen dot car
We dont listen, dont listen dot car
We dont listen, dont listen dot car
We dont listen, dont listen dot car
Hit the brake then I hit the gas
Im a asshole nigga like Damon Dash
Lil homies aint cool, theyll tear up the place
All I gotta do is point and theyll take your face
You new to bitches, I been having whores
Youre just mad cause my girl look cuter than yours
Be easy, bitch Im a star
Ignant, stomp out your grandmomma car
Im early, dudes is late
Fuck my ex, she go to Sacramento State
Get money, buy me some anchors
Hella rich still driving a scraper
16s, you aint got em like these
Imma put Fairfield on MTV
Talk shit, sag my pants
And watch my lil homies do the dummy turf dance
What it do
You know we go
So if you hate, you fake, we all be from
On top of the bus, know way too much
The lil homies hella hyphy, turf dancing
We gon stomp your car, we dont care who you are
On the hood of this straight turf dancing
We dont listen, dont listen dot car
We dont listen, dont listen dot car
We dont listen, dont listen dot car
We dont listen, dont listen dot car
You see it, the Animaniaks, creators of this turf dancing movement
Now what we want yall to do is
Now airwalk, now airwalk
Do the hood shake, do the hood shake
Hit the drop, hit the drop
Hit the drop, get up, let your body pop
Runnin and runnin in the circles, no rehearsal
Im goin dummy with the wheels like a gerbil
Doon Koon ghost ridin the whip
Shes shaking her ass and ghost riding my dick
Im scrapin and scrapin up the block like Im Indy
500 for a zip, I think thats plenty
Stunna shades like the CHP
And yeah Im rockin bitches like the Jay to the Z
Fairfield gon wild like caucasians on TV
Im going stupid like T.H.I.Z.Z
What it do, Im a 7-0 savage
Let us in the door before we get real tragic
Scrapin through Davis, Im one with the pavement
360 hustle, mayne, thats how my days be
Federation, DJ Shadow overseas wit it
Sil vous plat on the turf straight giggin wit it
And it just aint gon stop
Northern Cali, you feel me
Turf dancing at its best
We feel you Techs up out there, mayne
Do yall thing, mayne
Oh I go stupid like that?