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Turf Dancing
DJ Shadow feat. The Federation, The Animaniaks
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Okay, DJ Shadow
Fair game, Federation
Okay, okay, okay
What it do
You know we go
So if you hate, you fake, we all be from
On top of the bus, know way too much
The li'l homies hella hyphy, turf dancing
We gon' stomp your car, we don't care who you are
On the hood of this straight turf dancing
We don't listen, don't listen (dot car)
We don't listen, don't listen (dot car)
We don't listen, don't listen (dot car)
We don't listen, don't listen (dot car)
Coked up Tonto, something like Roscoe
Hygiene, low maintenance, calling ghost, snot-nose
Growin' hyphy, see it in my two step
Throwin' at my crew, sick, yeah I get the 'boose wet
Duck duck, goose up easy, gawd
Somewhere in V-Town, representin' deep down
For sale, clean buckin', five shares
Fuck it, big muskets, hundred rounds on the Techs
Yeah, I do, not much
Pot on my face, the 9-9 kush
On my grind, I make a hoe wise up
I can't sell crack no mo, I get it thighs up
What? You all waiting on my solo?
I'm fucking wit' my dick, sitting here like
Psyche! I'm a lesbian
Trapped in a man's body, fair to the end, fuck whips
What it do
You know we go
So if you hate, you fake, we all be from
On top of the bus, know way too much
The li'l homies hella hyphy, turf dancing
We gon' stomp your car, we don't care who you are
On the hood of this straight turf dancing
We don't listen, don't listen (dot car)
We don't listen, don't listen (dot car)
We don't listen, don't listen (dot car)
We don't listen, don't listen (dot car)
Hit the brake then I hit the gas
I'm a asshole nigga like Damon Dash
Li'l homies ain't cool, they'll tear up the place
All I gotta do is point and they'll take your face
You new to bitches, I been having whores
You're just mad cause my girl look cuter than yours
Be easy, bitch I'm a star
Ign'ant, stomp out your grandmomma car
I'm early, dudes is late
Fuck my ex, she go to Sacramento State
Get money, buy me some anchors
Hella rich still driving a scraper
16s, you ain't got 'em like these
I'mma put Fairfield on MTV
Talk shit, sag my pants
And watch my li'l homies do the dummy turf dance
What it do
You know we go
So if you hate, you fake, we all be from
On top of the bus, know way too much
The li'l homies hella hyphy, turf dancing
We gon' stomp your car, we don't care who you are
On the hood of this straight turf dancing
We don't listen, don't listen (dot car)
We don't listen, don't listen (dot car)
We don't listen, don't listen (dot car)
We don't listen, don't listen (dot car)
You see it, the Animaniaks, creators of this turf dancing movement
Now what we want y'all to do is
Now airwalk, now airwalk
Do the hood shake, do the hood shake
Hit the drop, hit the drop
Hit the drop, get up, let your body pop
Runnin' and runnin' in the circles, no rehearsal
I'm goin' dummy with the wheels like a gerbil
Doon Koon ghost ridin' the whip
She's shaking her ass and ghost riding my dick
I'm scrapin' and scrapin' up the block like I'm Indy
500 for a zip, I think that's plenty
Stunna shades like the CHP
And yeah I'm rockin' bitches like the Jay to the Z
Fairfield gon' wild like caucasians on TV
I'm going stupid like T.H.I.Z.Z
What it do, I'm a 7-0 savage
Let us in the door before we get real tragic
Scrapin' through Davis, I'm one with the pavement
360 hustle, mayne, that's how my days be
Federation, DJ Shadow overseas wit' it
S'il vous plaît on the turf straight giggin' wit' it
And it just ain't gon' stop
Northern Cali, you feel me
Turf dancing at its best
We feel you Techs up out there, mayne
Do y'all thing, mayne
Oh I go stupid like that?