Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Mary Ann Vieira, Bob James, Joe Irving, Ishmael Butler
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Digable PlanetsJettin' Lyrics:
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, eighth wonder, eighth wonder's funkay
I live Brooklyn like year 24 for sure
Saw C-know in my tennis skirt
And the kick hurts so good
That I gotta sorta accents for this
Now here's a nation for my nation
'Cuz I place you on the dynamite right?
The creamin' to schemin' to get it
Right demons almighty dolla
The green power, let loose for the hour
I chose the Black Power
Extra fly joint for mocha to yellow paper
And you know I don't delay
Together with my honey like silk to sew
We grow and take you back to like Afros
And no quittin' or gettin' jumped by the system
It's all day, all play got verbs and such and cuts and crew
No blue eyes to emulate
Aome straight but yea 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 Borough where that black cool blow
The globe spins, jims is drop
No fakin', no bakin' three bridges fo money makin'
Brooklyn, the ep swinger's lounge-out spot
Roll when I pass lake up drop my saz
Grab my mic-ro, you know how we do in the joint
Do a borough check to see exactly who in the joint
Hot spots, city streets lot spots and jeeps
As a flow-flower I'm Nile, rivers of style
(Fresh kid)
Yeah, stories complete
(Fresh kid)
Rollin on them New York streets
With them no-poor beats at the Parliament
7s up C-know steelo no equal, but the sun and that's 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 quickly
Smoke rise from the Borrogh where that black cool blow
It's that naykle slick near keep it deep from my heads
Let a fed up, appearin' in my camulflage
My hustler walk's in New York
Su fronts say Gucci we make lucci and never hesitate the setting
Slap hands with my hands from the lands of Crook
Bein' lovely over jams that's on the flams hook
Bear muffs, wear cush, its Flatbush
Hear the mental's instrumental 'cuz it's ash to dust
I like to hit live deep, keep fam tight tight
Keep the vocal strictly any joint, it's right
Let me fly, ease back, the G's back the R
Sun is in, the clouds on loud
I got raised by the blue street lights of four cities
My heroes died in prison, George Jackson
Action, she's Buttaflyin', I'm cool eyein'
And I rock snow low unless a scrambler got
Me and my honey, we be like Bobby and Erica
Me and my monies, we'll hurt you boulevard and [unverified]
One love, gun love come free the land us
Pigs they cannot shoot this plush and creamy lavishness
Before I pop I'd rather die in baggy Guess and Timbs
And I put that on the BKLYN and that's 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
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