Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Light It Up, artist - Little Brother. Date of issue: 01.10.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Light It Up |
| uh… check me out baby\nayo, I be the one phonte.\nrepresentin little brother.\nfrom now, never be another.\nit’s phonte poo and 9th wonder.\nand my man big dough that’s undiscovered.\ngettin’freaky wit them broads undercover.\ntake it way back like Mr. Lover Lover.\nAyo, we keep it runnin like this\nfrom the top of the dome light it up with a kiss\nkubanot jada phonte the style playa\nparty ghost peace out niggaz I’ll cya lata\nphonte coming through just like dic-tator\noff the top of the dome through in the playground\nbecause its just like yo I didn’t say that\nloot it up wherever my nigga lay at, lets light it up…\nThe most magnificent\nPoo speak the unlipatent\nfor the rhyme impatent\ncomplicate plenty circumtants\nI got enough friends to last my life\nfuck your feelings and your home town rice\nthe stage is mine if I rocked the mic\nlead a love up the path of light\nIt’s due time to set a couple niggaz straight\nand get this beef off my chest plate\nbitch niggaz tryin to frustrate, dap you up on the low really hate\nis that the price of cats being to great?\ncan I live without you all in my face? and ya hands high\nsee that’s the shit that I be talking about\nbehind your back faggots runnin’they mouth, just stick a dick in it and have a seat homie, let us step to the floor front\nmade you display, all up in your store front\nthats what the people want\nthe champs back in here\nlets shout the name out loud and clear, we light it up…(echos)\nyo Te ready to assassinate\nrockin a goldin gatrell with seven buttons, still I fascinate\nthis politics shit’ll ruin kids\nniggaz be thinking just because they tight that mean they music is that aint the way it work dog, go exam your roots\nlook niggaz dead in they eyes, start demanding the truth\nproduce are not properly commanding his loops\nI aint saying it wack, that shit’ll win a grammie or mute\nI’m like that half crazed man on the roof\nthe ex-vietnam vet with no heart pan-handling loot\nwith a mack 10 raised to shoot ya phonte’s a big dog, betta get ya bitches sprayed or neutered (cat growl)\nlast year been praised and tutored\nradioheads downloading my shit, the OK compute it got plans to shine, style 3x's dope on eastern standard time\nand I’m gon handle mine lets light it up baby…(echo) |