Latitudes & Longitudes

Latitudes and Longitudes, yeah they give us our places Latitudes and longitudes, they're all etched in out faces Yo I wanna give a shout out to the tropic of Cancer Capricorn hanging up there, Hell Yeah But we're bringing it back down You know what that spot where all the grooving happens The Equator, down at the Equator To everybody on the on the grooving on the Equator Keeping it funky keeping it tropical 365 since the million of times days Latitudes and Longitudes, ah they give us our places Wind on my back got the sun in my face Following the trade winds wherever they take me On this adventure I a can be while Across across the tropics of Cancer and Capricorn Equator going along til I get to the other side of the world Smoke another spliff like we always do Drink another beer cause there's nothing left to do It's the lockdown syndrome what we gonna do When we're locked in our houses with nothing else to do But all these guitars Rip it to me Rip it to me Rip it to me Kicking the bass from the Earth on up, It's Astral Tweaks and Sgt. Muff Kicking the bass from the Earth on up, It's Astral Tweaks and Sgt. Muff Big shout out to Johnny Jet and Major Herb and General Disco Making things happen, Hell yeah What's our latitude and longitude I don't know but it's Istanbul Cruising at the speed of sound, there's nothing left to bring you down They're bumping it from Ecuador to Congo moons on river shores There's nothing left to bring you down when you're cruising at the speed of sound To Borneo and back again, this groove will make you lose your head From pachyderms to simians the funk infection will begin First it starts inside your toes, then you move without control Curried ham and jungle cups, there ain't not time for fisty cuffs A tuk tuk and a sonic boom, the bass is blowing out your room The palms are swaying in the heat, all of life lost to this beat Luke, yo look, what do you want to commit to memory in your memory palace Give me the coordinates, I'll jot it down and we can reference it for our future generations Lamb chops and mustard cuts duhhhdududh What the feck boom booms the charm... ahahahahha Yeah like that Yo we got 50ccs of the biggest sounds Like a family of 5 rolling on a tropical motor bike Moving down moving up moving down we got the hottest hottest bass in town Yo butt shakes and earthquakes, so much sound the tropics squeak On our sound trials with the hottest mics, roll the show to the fly trombone The honnies wanna pounce on this tropical mouse Yeah, you wanna ride these fly spokes Come on down and take your folks We got the hottest Show in town It's happening tonight and your mother won't be around So some come on down to ah the Astral Tweaks and ah Sgt. Muff and we got the General Disco We got Major Herb blasting that good old sweet bread herby dub Yeah, we all got it, we all got it Shout out to Count Mingya slinging those plaques slinging those plaques He ain't coming back and he ain't, he's in some other place Different latitude and longitude but he ain't here, but he's here in our minds