Nag Champa

Ah, ah, let me see some hands up, y'all
This the basement party, come on
It's like that, like that, the-that-uh-the-that
We do it like this
It's like that y'all, it's like this y'all
It's like that, we do it like this
It's like that-uh-the-that, like that-jibba-jabba-the-that
Yo, we do it like this
That, this, that, that, that that, that that
We do it like this, that that that this that that

Yo, excite-ting, enlight-ning, invite-ing
I'm writing shit that I feel
Raps are black steel in the hour of commotion
The motion of Com is like that of an ocean
Devotion 'cause I'm the Earth, Wind, and Fire of hip-hop
By Rakim and Short, I've been inspired
My shit knocks environments of cats with seventeen's
Tint, time is money, the mind is funny, how it's spent on getting it
I'm sitting with descendants of Abraham
Who say the jam is "money, cash, hoes"
I went from bashful to asshole to international, lover of self
Word to the mother on my last record cover, it's felt
Now deal with it, yo

I wanna get into it
Let's do this (ah, yeah)
I wanna get into it
Let's do this (ah, yeah)
I wanna get into it
Let's do this (ah, yeah)
I wanna get into it
Let's do this (ah)

Say we be that, we be that
Afrodisiac, 'disiac
What you say? Come on
We be that, we be that, uh-huh
Afrodisiac, 'disiac
What you say? Come on
We be that, we be that, uh-huh
Afrodisiac, 'disiac
What you say? Come on
We be that, we be that, uh-huh
Afrodisiac, 'di-
What you say? Come on
(Afrodisiac, 'disiac) uh-huh
Afrodisiac, 'disiac
What you say? Come on
(Afrodisiac, 'disiac) uh-huh, afrodisiac, 'disiac
Make it quiet y'all, come on
We be that, we be that, uh-huh
Afrodisiac, 'disiac
Quiet y'all, come on
We be that, we be that, uh-huh
Afrodisiac, 'disiac
Whisper y'all, come on
We be that, we be that, uh-huh
Afrodisiac, 'disiac
What you say? Come on
We be that, we be that, uh-huh
Afrodisiac, 'disiac



Credits
Writer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, James Dewitt Yancey
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