Federation - Turf Dancing lyrics

(Okay) (DJ Shadow) (Fair game, Federation) (Yeah) (Okay) (Yeah) (Okay, uh) [Hook:] What it do You know we go So if you hate, you fake, we all be from [?] 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 (dancing) We don't listen, don't listen (dot car) x4 [Goldie Gold:] Coked up Tonto Something like Roscoe Hygiene, low maintenance Calling ghost not [knows?] Growin' hyphy See it in my two step Throwin' at my crew Sick Yeah I get the ['boose?] wet Duck duck, goose up easy [gow?] Somewhere in V-Town Representin' deep down For sale, clean buckin', five shares f** it, big muskets, hundred rounds on the [Techs?] Yeah, I do, not much [?] on my face [the 9-9 kush?] Oh my god, 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 f**in' wit' my dick, sitting here like... Psyche! I'm a (yes!) lesbian Trapped in a man's body fair to the end f** whips [Hook] [Stresmatic:] Hit the brake then I hit the gas I'm a a**hole n***a 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 b**hes, I been having who*es You're just mad cause my girl look cuter than yours Be easy b**h I'm a star Ign'ant, stomp out your grandmomma car I'm early Dudes is late f** 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 sh**, sag my pants And watch my li'l homies do the dummy turf dance [Hook] [Animaniaks:] 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 [Doonie Baby:] 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 a** 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' b**hes like a 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 (oh) (And it just ain't gon' stop) (Oh my man) (Northern Cali, you feel me) (You already know) (Turf dancing at its best) (We feel you [?] out there, mayne) (Do y'all thing, mayne) (Oh I go stupid like that?)