Short Eyes

[Geechi]
We’s about to bust you down with the sugar love taste
The diamond shake the ground but it’s only Geechi Grace
War chief wanna bring it, I told 'em it’s your world
Coolie high is life and 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 'cos I’m living like a solider
But not a toy soldier because the Lo’ers never play

[Cheeba]
Yeah, dom cats smoking from the flash, better dig it
Brown honey keep the nappy fro – never pick it
El Dorado red, bang 'em in the head, leave 'em spinning
Diamonds hit the bricks, making flicks, and we grinning
On the candy ass – beechin’ on the stash that he losing
Double chins running whole camps, and we cruising
To the Jungle Jam, call it boogie down if you wanna
Back to the sugar shack – step – be a gonna

[Geechi (Cheeba)]
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 Geechi
Running terror, now and ever, that’s how I see it
I’m about to bring it to you sweeter, what’s the word?
(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
Chee's never checking for the short eyes
Geechi don’t see through the short eyes
Chee'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?

[Geechi]
One more 'gin with the lively jive, ya dig?
Got the razor on the tongue – we dicing shit
Got the hustle with my camp and get the stamps
Cheeba dogs give me love, I keeps it jig
If we boogie to your left, it’s still alright
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-a do
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
Chee's never checking for the short eyes
Geechi don’t see through the short eyes
Chee's never checking for the short eyes
Geechi don’t see through the short eyes
Chee's never peeping for the short eyes
'Cos Geechi don’t be looking through the short eyes
Camp Lo never checking for the short eyes