Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jettin', artist - Digable Planets. Album song Blowout Comb, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.10.1994
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Jettin' |
We jettin, we jettin, we jettin uptown |
We jettin, we jettin, we jettin downtown |
We jettin, we jettin, we jettin crosstown |
We jettin, we jettin, we jettin, we jettin |
We jettin uptown (uptown) |
We jettin downtown (downtown) |
We jettin crosstown |
We jettin all around |
No wonder, no wonder, 8th wonder, 8th wonder 's |
Funkay |
I live Brooklyn like year 24 for sure |
Sul, C-Know, in my tennis skirt |
And the kick hurts so good that I gotta sorta accents for this |
Now here’s a notion for my |
Nation cause I place you on the dynomite |
Right? |
The creamin' is schemin' to get it |
Right, the means almighty dolla |
The green power, let loose for the hour |
I chose the Black Power, extra fly joint from marker to yellow paper |
And you know I don’t delay |
Together with my honey like silk and soul |
We grow and take you back to like afros |
And no quittin or gettin jumped by the system |
Its all day, all play got verbs and such |
And cuts and crew, no blue eyes |
To emulate, some straight but yeah we straight up |
Funkay |
Ease back, the g’s back as an o.d. |
gettin |
Funkay |
The sun sets, you vex, we gets, mad |
Funkay |
East coast to west we stays fresh |
Ezay |
Smoke rise from the borrough where that black cool blow (?) |
The globe spins, gems is drop |
No fakin, no bacon three bridges fo money makin |
Crooklyn, the ebb-swinger's lounge-out spot |
Roll with our pants leg up, bump my sounds |
Grab my mic-ro, you know how we do in the joint |
Do a borough check to see exactly who in the joint |
Hot spots, city streets lye spots and jeeps |
As a flow-er I’m Nile, rivers of style |
(fresh kid) |
Yea, stories complete |
(fresh kid) |
Rollin on them New York streets |
With them Newport beats at the Parliaments |
7s up C-know steelo no equal, but the sun and thats |
Funkay |
Ease back, the g’s is back as an o-d gettin |
Funkay |
The sun sets, you vex, we gets, mad |
Funkay |
East coast to west we stays fresh I say |
Quicklay |
Smoke rise from the borrogh where that black cool blow |
Its that nickelslick nig, keep it deep from my heads |
Let a fed up, appearin in my camouflage |
My hustler walk say New York |
Su fronts say Gucci we make lucci, and never hesitates to set it |
Slap hands with my hands from the lands of Crook |
Bein lovely over jams that’s on the flams w/hook |
Burn Musk, wear Kush, its Flatbush |
Hear the mental’s instramental cause it’s ash to dust |
I like to hit lye deep, keep fam tight tight |
Keep the vocal strictly any joint, it’s right |
Let me fly |
Ease back, the g’s back with the OD |
Sun is in, the clouds on loud |
I got raised by the dim street lights of four cities |
My heros died in prison: George Jackson |
Action, she’s Buttaflyin, I’m cool eyein |
And I rocks no 'Lo unless its scrambler gotten |
Me and my honey, we be like Bobby and Erica |
Me and my monies, we’ll hurt you boulevard empire |
One love, gun love come free the land w/us |
Pigs they cannot shoot this plush and creamy lavishnuss |
Before I pop I’d rather die in baggy Guess and Timbs |
And I put that on the BKLYN and thats |
Funkay |
Ease back the g’s back as an o.d. |
gettin |
Funkay |
The sun sets, you vex, we gets mad |
Funkay |
East coast to west we stays fresh and we do it on the |
Slicklay |
Smoke rise from the borrogh where the black cool blow |
We jettin, we jettin, we jettin uptown… |