Lava La Rue — Widdit

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DJ, play that music loud, loud, loud, loud—
Uh, yo, uh, yeah

If you widdit, baby
Come and vibe, get wavy
This hi-life is our daily
They’ll never ever ever ever tame me

Chillin’ in the backstreet with some Tokyo vitamins
We kickin’ it, light up your backstrap if you listenin’
You diggin’ it? All white trackies, it’s a christenin’
Snare so heavy, it’ll leave your fingers tinglin’, fidgetin’
If you harmonize or you dissonant
Bassline slappin’ on the beat like it needs discipline
I hear the chatter-chatter, whisperin’ with you cyber kids
Livin’ in this babylon city, it’s that time again
Gassin’ up over screens like your surname is hydrogen
Lies up your sinuses, but I’ma cure all of your cognitive dissonance with this different shit
With this different shit, type of rhythms curin’ your indifferent-ness
You with it, kid? Said are you with it, kid?
Yeah, are you listening? ‘Cause I ain’t finished yet
I’m in for this ride, rippin’ a tide
Lava lava bonafide, silky inner-city fem committee
Sliding in your mind, turnin’ up your speaker just to hear my thoughts amplified
Let’s unify and terminate the haters like we pesticide
So we can keep the vibe
No negativity, now bop to the right

I got three little brothers to feed
Three little birds singing «I’ma believe»
L-City was a mother to me
Stayed underground but never underachieved
I got Three little brothers to feed
Three little birds singing «I’ma believe»
L-City was a mother to me
Stayed underground but never underachieved

If you widdit, baby
Come and vibe, get wavy
This hi-life is our daily
They’ll never ever ever ever tame me
If you widdit, baby
Come and vibe, get wavy
This hi-life is our daily
They’ll never ever, yo, uh

Three little brothers to feed, yuh
Three little birds singing «I’ma believe»
L-City was a mother to me, uh
Stayed underground but never underachieved
I got three little brothers to feed, uh
Three little birds singing «I’ma believe»
L-City was a mother to me, uh
Stayed underground but never underachieved
(I got three little brothers to feed, uh
Three little birds singing «I’ma believe»—)