Park Joint Camp Lo

[Verse 1: Geechie Suede]
Now who got what you don't got, Lo do, next verse
My alumni comply will shank high, slide, then curve
On some Suede shit, and my ambiance be on some far
Don't you reach kid, you can get vamoose, what's the use?

[Verse 2: Sonny Cheeba]
Well we welling down the whiskey, Cheeba reach the rainbow drive
Towards the Bermuda Triangle with my high
Enter the rocket, foul, friend of the cris-tal
In the Blue Oyster, shooting Zorro to get paid
Fade into the shade, fine moonshine and wine
Now dig what I say 'uh', make me say it one more time
Himalaya playmaker, stashing goods and get the stepping
Seven minutes in heaven, so I gleam the Lena Horne

[Verse 3: Geechie Suede]
The Suede and Cheeba will prevail, sail Indian skies
My display of Belafonte, ice, cheeky, it's fly
Got the ravishing ruger, waiver on deck, my sea port
In the regional hydro-park, post card, and get praised
Hottest M.C.'s, blazing the hemp, limp crystal cool
In another millenium blow the dust off these jewels

[Verse 4: Sonny Cheeba]
Peep the due, laddie, I blow, operation, pacific
If they want it, I kick it all the way to Wakiki
Iron curtain, certain I pull a stocking and skirt-and
Fa-la-la-la, they run, and chill is chiller
Dynamo Duo burnt it, at the Bokeemi heat stroke
Yes Sonny Cheeba with the Satin Struthers make up
Yo G. Suede!