Lyrics Turf Dancing - DJ Shadow , The Federation
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?
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