Turf Dancing

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?