Ish (aka Butterfly) - Jettin lyrics

[Produced by Sulaiman and bu*terfly] [bu*terfly] We jettin, we jettin, we jettin uptown We jettin, we jettin, we jettin downtown We jettin, we jettin, we jettin crosstown We jettin, we jettin, we jettin, we jettin We jettin uptown (uptown) We jettin downtown (downtown) We jettin crosstown We jettin all around No wonder, no wonder, 8th wonder, 8th wonder 's Funkay [Ladybug] I live Brooklyn like year 24 for sure Sul, C-Know, in my tennis skirt And the kick hurts so good that I gotta sorta accents for this Now here's a notion for my Nation cause I place you on the dynomite Right? The creamin' is schemin' to get it Right, the means almighty dolla The green power, let loose for the hour I chose the Black Power, extra fly joint from marker to yellow paper And you know I don't delay Together with my honey like silk and soul We grow and take you back to like afros And no quittin or gettin jumped by the system Its all day, all play got verbs and such And cuts and crew, no blue eyes To emulate, some straight but yeah we straight up Funkay Ease back, the g's back as an o.d. gettin Funkay The sun sets, you vex, we gets, mad Funkay East coast to west we stays fresh Ezay Smoke rise from the borrough where that black cool blow(?) [C-know] The globe spins, gems is drop No fakin, no bacon three bridges fo money makin Crooklyn, the ebb-swinger's lounge-out spot Roll with our pants leg up, bump my sounds Grab my mic-ro, you know how we do in the joint Do a borrough check to see exactly who in the joint Hot spots, city streets lot spots and jeeps As a flow-er I'm Nile, rivers of style (fresh kid) Yea, stories complete (fresh kid) Rollin on them New York streets With them No pork beats at the Parliaments 7s up C-know steelo no equal, but the sun and thats Funkay Ease back, the g's is back as an o-d gettin Funkay The sun sets, you vex, we gets, mad Funkay East coast to west we stays fresh I say Quicklay Smoke rise from the borrogh where that black cool blow [bu*terfly] Its that nickelslick nig, keep it deep from my heads Let a fed up, appearin in my camouflage My hustler walk say New York Su fronts say Gucci we make lucci, and never has it taste dissetting Slap hands with my hands from the lands of Crook Bein lovely over jams that's on the flams w/hook Burn Musk, wear Kush, its Flatbush Hear the mental's instramental cause it's ash to dust I like to hit lye deep, keep fam tight tight Keep the vocal strictly any joint, it's right Let me fly Ease back, the g's back with the OD Sun is in, the clouds on loud I got raised by the dim street lights of four cities My heros died in prison: George Jackson Action, she's bu*taflyin, I'm cool eyein And I rocks no 'Lo unless its scrambler gotten Me and my honey, we be like Bobby and Erica Me and my monies, we'll hurt you boulevard empire One love, gun love come free the land w/us Pigs they cannot shoot this plush and creamy lavishnuss Before I pop I'd rather die in baggy Guess and Timbs And I put that on the BKLYN and thats Funkay Ease back the g's back as an o.d. gettin Funkay The sun sets, you vex, we gets mad Funkay East coast to west we stays fresh and we do it on the Slicklay Smoke rise from the borrogh where the black cool blow We jettin, we jettin, we jettin uptown...