Little Brother - Light It Up (Nicolays remix) lyrics

(Intro) 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 n***as 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 n***a 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 f** 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 n***as straight And get this beef off my chest plate b**h n***as 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 sh** that I be talking about Behind your back f*ggots 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) (Chorus) *girl singing in background* (Verse - Phonte) Yo Te ready to a**a**inate Rockin a goldin gatrell with seven bu*tons, still I fascinate This politics sh**'ll ruin kids n***as be thinking just because they tight that mean they music is That ain't the way it work dog, go exam your roots Look n***as dead in they eyes, start demanding the truth Produce are not properly commanding his loops I ain't saying it wack, that sh**'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 b**hes sprayed or neutered (cat growl) Last year been praised and tutored Radioheads downloading my sh**, 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) (Chorus) *Phonte talking in background* *girl singing in background*