Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Piece of the Action, artist - Camp Lo. Date of issue: 11.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Piece of the Action |
| 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 |