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[Geechie]
We’s about to bust you down with the sugar love taste
The diamond sugar ground but it’s only Geechie Grace
War chief wanna bring it
I told em’ it’s your world
The coolie high is life
The Stony Walk’s.. forever
It’s the jungle brown shit that got your whole block buzzing
We picking out the fro’s
My disciple camp is coming
Got the bars going hand
Because I’m living like a solider
But not a toy soldier because the Lo’ers never play

[Cheeba]
Dom cats smoking from the flash, better dig it
Brown honey keep the nappy fro – never pick it
El dorado … keep the head from spinning
Diamonds hit the bricks, making flicks, and we grinning
On the candy ass – beechin’ on the stash they be losing
Double chins running whole camps
And we cruising
To the double time
Call it boogie down if you wanna
Back to the sugar shack – step – be a gonna
[Geechie]
Your A-style nada lows out
With the burner on your block and
Weighted cotton
I'm 'bout to set it
Check the method
It’s just the geechie
Running terror, now and ever
That’s how I see it
I’m about to bring it to you sweeter
What’s the word?
(Cheeba) “Jitterbug’s gonna bring it’”
Yeah, that’s the word
So let’s take it to the bricks, that’s where we at
Got the jungle hand thriller
But where you at?

[Chorus]
Geechi don’t see through the short eyes
She’s never checking for the short eyes
Geechi don’t see through the short eyes
She’s never checking for the short eyes

[Cheeba]
Bring it on
The disciple and the war chief
C’mon, candy ass leave it at the door
Chief for real
Eeech-cow, bring it to the deuce count
Time’s up, why don't y'all give up
Got too much sugar
Buttercup wake up
Short eyes 'cause the sadder life
Caught up with the sugar love
Arrow – razor cutting, leaving with the manger
'Ello be around when this when they go down
Yo wassup?
[Geechie]
[???] ya dig?
Got the razor on the tongue – we dicing shit
Got the hustle with my camp
And get the stamps
Cheeba darts give me love
I keeps it jig
If we boogie to your left, it’s still a right
If we boogie to your right, then cats get left
Every which way but loose we bust 'em down
Here comes the war chief now to buss 'em down

[Cheeba]
Bushing 'em down
Bet your last war chief of new
Burning the town
Leaving no survivors in the camps
Sparkle their eyes
Get amp and get your ass torched
Check out their glossy eyes when the knuckle swatch connect
Hit the deck
It’s never calm after the storm
Give and go
Running through camps – looking for their ass
Coolie high
Two of the same, shoveling their cash in quick fash
Got em, stick and move and then flash
[Chorus]
Geechi don’t see through the short eyes
She’s never checking for the short eyes
Geechi don’t see through the short eyes
She’s never checking for the short eyes