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Jettin

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

FunkayI live Brooklyn like year 24 for sure

Sul c-notes 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 dynomite

Right? The creamin' to schemin' to get it

Right demeans 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

Its all day, all play got verbs and such

And cuts and crew, no blue eyes

To emulate, some straight but yea we straight upFunkay

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(?)The globe spins, gems is drop

No fakin, no bakin three bridges fo money makin

Crooklyn, 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 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 Newport beats at the Parliaments

7s up C-know steelo no equal, but the sun and thats

FunkayEase 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 blowIts 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 hesitaste the setting

Slap hands with my hands from the lands of Crook

Bein lovely over jams that's on the flams with hook

Bear muffs, wear cush, its Flatbush

Hear the mental's instramental 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 with the r

Sun is in, the clouds on loud

I got raised by the blue street lights of four cities

My heros 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

One love, gun love come free the land with 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

FunkayEase 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 blowWe jettin, we jettin, we jettin uptown

Songwriters

BOB JAMES, CRAIG IRVING, CRAIG L. IRVING, ISHMAEL BUTLER, ISHMAEL R. BUTLER, MARY ANN VIEIRAPublished by

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