Little Brother

Little Brother - Light It Up

rate me


uh...check me out baby

ayo, 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 this

from the top of the dome light it up with a kiss

kubanot jada phonte the style playa

party ghost peace out niggaz I'll cya lata

phonte coming through just like dic-tator

off the top of the dome through in the playground

because 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 magnificent

Poo speak the unlipatent

for the rhyme impatent

complicate plenty circumtants

I got enough friends to last my life

fuck your feelings and your home town rice

the stage is mine if I rocked the mic

lead a love up the path of light

It's due time to set a couple niggaz straight

and get this beef off my chest plate

bitch niggaz tryin to frustrate, dap you up on the low really hate

is that the price of cats being to great?

can I live without you all in my face? and ya hands high

see that's the shit that I be talking about

behind your back faggots runnin' they mouth, just stick a dick in it

and have a seat homie, let us step to the floor front

made you display, all up in your store front

thats what the people want

the champs back in here

lets shout the name out loud and clear, we light it up....(echos)


*girl singing in background*

[Verse - Phonte]


Te ready to assassinate

rockin a goldin gatrell with seven buttons, still I fascinate

this politics shit'll ruin kids

niggaz be thinking just because they tight that mean they music is

that aint the way it work dog, go exam your roots

look niggaz dead in they eyes, start demanding the truth

produce are not properly commanding his loops

I aint saying it wack, that shit'll win a grammie or mute

I'm like that half crazed man on the roof

the ex-vietnam vet with no heart pan-handling loot

with a mack 10 raised to shoot ya

phonte's a big dog, betta get ya bitches sprayed or neutered (cat growl)

last year been praised and tutored

radioheads downloading my shit, the OK compute it

got plans to shine, style 3x's dope on eastern standard time

and I'm gon handle mine lets light it up baby...(echo)


*Phonte talking in background*

*girl singing in background*

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