Turf Dancing

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 li'l homies hella hyphy, turf dancing We gon' stomp your car, we don't care who you are On the hood of this straight turf dancing We don't listen, don't listen (dot car) We don't listen, don't listen (dot car) We don't listen, don't listen (dot car) We don't listen, don't 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 can't sell crack no mo, I get it thighs up What? You all waiting on my solo? I'm fucking wit' my dick, sitting here like Psyche! I'm a lesbian Trapped in a man's 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 li'l homies hella hyphy, turf dancing We gon' stomp your car, we don't care who you are On the hood of this straight turf dancing We don't listen, don't listen (dot car) We don't listen, don't listen (dot car) We don't listen, don't listen (dot car) We don't listen, don't listen (dot car) Hit the brake then I hit the gas I'm a asshole nigga like Damon Dash Li'l homies ain't cool, they'll tear up the place All I gotta do is point and they'll take your face You new to bitches, I been having whores You're just mad cause my girl look cuter than yours Be easy, bitch I'm a star Ign'ant, stomp out your grandmomma car I'm 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 ain't got 'em like these I'mma put Fairfield on MTV Talk shit, sag my pants And watch my li'l 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 li'l homies hella hyphy, turf dancing We gon' stomp your car, we don't care who you are On the hood of this straight turf dancing We don't listen, don't listen (dot car) We don't listen, don't listen (dot car) We don't listen, don't listen (dot car) We don't listen, don't listen (dot car) You see it, the Animaniaks, creators of this turf dancing movement Now what we want y'all 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 I'm goin' dummy with the wheels like a gerbil Doon Koon ghost ridin' the whip She's shaking her ass and ghost riding my dick I'm scrapin' and scrapin' up the block like I'm Indy 500 for a zip, I think that's plenty Stunna shades like the CHP And yeah I'm rockin' bitches like the Jay to the Z Fairfield gon' wild like caucasians on TV I'm going stupid like T.H.I.Z.Z What it do, I'm a 7-0 savage Let us in the door before we get real tragic Scrapin' through Davis, I'm one with the pavement 360 hustle, mayne, that's how my days be Federation, DJ Shadow overseas wit' it S'il vous plaît on the turf straight giggin' wit' it And it just ain't gon' stop Northern Cali, you feel me Turf dancing at its best We feel you Techs up out there, mayne Do y'all thing, mayne Oh I go stupid like that?