Straight From L.i.p. Lyrics

Cru - Straight From L.I.P. Lyrics

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Straight From L.I.P. Lyrics

Chorus: [M=Mighty Ha][Y=Yogi][C=Chadeeo]

[M] Straight from L.I.P., he be we be actin foul

[Y] I'm from the isle

[C] I'm from the isle

[M] To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock down

[C] I'm from the isle

[Y] I'm from the isle



[Yogi]

Aiyo we make it go whoo! like Pete Rock at the track

The C R U uptown attack

Scandalous from here to Now Just

Back up to the isle where it's ill like dust

Now who's rollin thru?

And yo who fucks with Cru?

And yo who got bamboo?

Aight blow the Lydians, gets the blunts and some brew



[Chadeeo]

Yo I be in the staircase drinkin biz

Smoke pass while I freestyle for my peers

Thought play ya front, with cars in they peeps

Peeps askin me for new Cru treats

Junk like a skunk, mad wet, no doubt

Go see my joint, get they back blowned out

Place L.I.P. the name Lafayette

Lock it to ya brain, so ya never forget



Chorus 2X



[M] Comin from L.I.P., keep it real

[Y] And ya don't stop

[C] And ya don't stop

[Y] And ya don't stop



[Y] If you buffin

[M] Shippin

[Y] If you rollin

[M] Rollin

[Y] If you smokin

[M] Smokin

[Y] If you hit it

[M] Pass it



[Yogi]

Yo inhale the blunts that I got from Havana

I'm waitin till the tale like Burnaby in Tavana

Toast with this butter, go to cook this

To have ya head bobbin like a hunch born uckin



[Chadeeo]

Yo it's the Island were Urban Knights dwell

Few blocks from the number six train 'L'

Can be a good stay in the hood way

Or the fun can turn to guns and it could spray

But that's the way of the concrete jungle

Walk humble, ya be ready to gun bumble

Cuz it's real like that, all around

And the same thing applies when ya come to my town



Chorus 2X



[Mighty Ha]

It ain't gonna rain no more no more, it ain't gonna

rain no more [2X]

Knock knock on the door, it's the Mighty Ha

The one that bring the hooks with the rugged and the

raw

I rest in L.I.P., and to my props

Bring more noise to chip ??

Check it, word one two check it

Have ya head noddin and for bag in the deck

In the Bronx, L.I.P. back to rocks

Bounce to the ash, like the Atlantic ??

Chillin with boricua sittin in Ferico

Oh shit, now I'm dito

Shot to the head, butter lingo

See low, head crack, L.I.P. hit bingo