Little Brother - Light It Up Lyrics
* send corrections to the typist[Intro]uh...check me out babyayo, I be the one phonte..representin little brother..from now, never be another..it's phonte poo and 9th wonder..and my man big dough that's undiscovered..gettin' freaky wit them broads undercover..take it way back like Mr. Lover Lover..Ayo, we keep it runnin like thisfrom the top of the dome light it up with a kisskubanot jada phonte the style playaparty ghost peace out niggaz I'll cya lataphonte coming through just like dic-tatoroff the top of the dome through in the playgroundbecause its just like "yo I didn't say that"loot it up wherever my nigga lay at, lets light it up...*girl singing in background*[Verse 1 - Big Poo]The most magnificentPoo speak the unlipatentfor the rhyme impatentcomplicate plenty circumtantsI got enough friends to last my life***** your feelings and your home town ricethe stage is mine if I rocked the miclead a love up the path of lightIt's due time to set a couple niggaz straightand get this beef off my chest plate***** niggaz tryin to frustrate, dap you up on the low really hateis that the price of cats being to great?can I live without you all in my face? and ya hands highsee that's the shit that I be talking aboutbehind your back faggots runnin' they mouth, just stick a dick in itand have a seat homie, let us step to the floor frontmade you display, all up in your store frontthats what the people wantthe champs back in herelets shout the name out loud and clear, we light it up....(echos)[Chorus]*girl singing in background*[Verse - Phonte]yoTe ready to assassinaterockin a goldin gatrell with seven buttons, still I fascinatethis politics shit'll ruin kidsniggaz be thinking just because they tight that mean they music isthat aint the way it work dog, go exam your rootslook niggaz dead in they eyes, start demanding the truthproduce are not properly commanding his loopsI aint saying it wack, that shit'll win a grammie or muteI'm like that half crazed man on the roofthe ex-vietnam vet with no heart pan-handling lootwith a mack 10 raised to shoot yaphonte's a big dog, betta get ya *****es sprayed or neutered (cat growl)last year been praised and tutoredradioheads downloading my shit, the OK compute itgot plans to shine, style 3x's dope on eastern standard timeand I'm gon handle mine lets light it up baby...(echo)[Chorus]*Phonte talking in background**girl singing in background*
