Baby Got Work lyrics - Potatohead People & De La Soul (feat. Posdnuos & Kapok)
[Posdnuos:]
Standing on the birth of a movement
We are the inventors
Sons of the prodigal
Bigger than this check-one-two in it
Some step away from your view
We stay stuck in your face
Inside follicles and
Like eating Mofongo we stuffed in the jungle
Dog eat dog with no veg
We in the know without a ledge
Stood for a flag with no pledge
We were supposed to solve
Life puzzles but wouldn't even try
Went from
Highly evolved
To just being high
Practice moderation
Get your mind off of the couch
Work boots on
Boss man's here to vouch
A lot of brooms are needed
To clean up the ways
Of a world repeated
And trapped in a maze
We need to try to get past games
Do it for those with your face and your last name
[Kapok & Posdnuos:]
We don't have
Too much time
In this life
Can't rewind (What we got)
Yeah baby got work to do
Yeah baby got work to do
Let it spin
To the pulse
Feel it down
To your bones (Feel it y'all, what we got)
Yeah baby got work to do
Yeah baby got work to do
(We) We up all night
('Til) 'til I decide
(Work) The work is done
(Survive) Provide-the-vide
Yeah baby got work to do
Baby got work to do
(I said, we) We up all night
('Til) 'til I decide
(The work) The work is done
(It's the work) Provide-the-vide
Yeah baby got work to do
Baby got work to do
[Posdnuos:]
The language you speak in
Won't focus on weekends
Yeah, it's a plan y'all
We got work to do
We got work to do
No clock to punch in
No twelve o'clock lunch ins
I said, you understand y'all
We got work to do
We got work to do
No time to stay in bed
Stay in bed-in-with the hustle instead
Sandwich it between muscle and bread
(Perspiration)
On my apparel
Looks like I'm being worked
To the bone marrow
(The soil)
Is just as important as the seed
(So toil)
And you'll find a work
That will breed opportunity
And gain immunity from the dirt
But we just gotta work
[Kapok & Posdnuos:]
We don't have
Too much time
In this life
Can't rewind
(And what we got) Yeah baby got work to do
Yeah baby got work to do
Let it spin
To the pulse
Feel it down
To your bones
(Let's get to it y'all)
Yeah baby got work to do
Yeah baby got work to do
(We) We up all night
('Til) I decide
(Work) The work is done
(Provide) Provide-the-vide
(Yeah) Yeah baby got work to do
Baby got work to do
(I said, we) We up all night
('Til) 'til I decide
(The work) The work is done
(Work y'all) Provide-the-vide
Yeah baby got work to do
Baby got work to do
Freedom Of Speak (We Got Three Minutes) lyrics - De La Soul
Y'all got three minutes do what y'all wanna do
Yo, so speak as free as possible
Check the clock!
Watch me!
Come on!
Funky!
Bright everyday I wake up
Look at my travels they scuffed up
Ring go the telly which I pick up
Turn on the news as it screws up
Mase on the line to see if I'm up
Wrong thing to do at 5, I hang up
Lay on the floor sit and think up
Why the whole world alone is messed up
Woke up the same morning I felt fine
Took me a shower I smelt fine
Checked out the weather it looked fine
Made some breakfast, I cook fine
My girl calls me, she's so fine
Wanted me to help her go find
Some shoes but I had words to define
And it was Tuesday, I had to tape P-Fine
Folks styling jokes get the time set
Blooming of the tune growing it's set
Positive it is and perfectly set
Soul go to show soon we all set
Slipping lunatics shipping one set
Need is for these not upset
Chance to spread word we're the full set
Rhythm weighs more than your weight set
3 will be the number till sunset
Plug 1 & 2 now we all set
Dove praises flow in your headset
Flow De La Flow there is no threat
Categories carry difference in sets
Differences is equal to an offset
De La from the Soul and its kept set
Soul is the reviver, Mase are you set?
Watch me!
Put it there!
You got to get it!
Get it!
Shout now!
My name's Posdnuos and I'm above sink
The world is so out of synch
A lot of emcees can't play sync
That's why unfortunately they sink
But problem and speak are no way sync
We wash problems like hands in a sink
I hate to make this rhyme leave sync
But the reason De La bad is cuz we think
It took us a time but the crew's here
Activate a dance when you hear
A roll from the Soul like this here
And respond to the bond that assists here
Politics of speaking are intended here
And the president of paragraph will end it here
Cuz the three has completely lured here
That freedom of speak is assured here
Folly fit the frequency in your show
Wa...
Yo, you all only had three minutes!
LONG in the tOOth lyrics - De La Soul & Warren Hue (feat. Pos of De La Soul & The Budos Band)
Come on
City on fire when we come through
With entire catalogs lighting up your memory (your memory)
Provide memorable moments, comb went searching
Through my mind every time someone says remember me
Rap got the time line drenched so you
Won't find mine on the bench when the game's played
One player earned wings so his words
Sing from a bed in my heart where the pain lays (where the pain lays)
(Grind them legs they said) but you
Do it too much them knees call a strike on em
Most won't listen to the proverb cause they
Care too much bout the (button putting likes on em)
Powder from the gun's in the greed but the
Flower from the fun is the seed that we watering
Thanks to you the crews out and the lead
Cause you
Know that we are what you need (put the order in)
Sometimes you got to make it about yourself
Bring the warrior out yourself
Let loose in the wild, don't doubt yourself
You can found around yourself
Sometimes you got to make it about yourself
Bring the warrior out yourself (yourself)
Bring the warrior out yourself (yourself, yourself, yeah yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
According to friends, my mom and touring for
Months I'm messy but I've never been to Florida
Reporting ya live and direct and the news shit
I put out be torching ya
Warren don't drive but War - e r
Got rich in my box recording ya bitch
Foreign my fit gorgeous humi-liate these rappers
Hue display his rapper complex
Like I'm copping sneakers, not adidas this made of cows I eat them too
Wagyu seasoned to perfection I'm speaking Ceaser (woo)
Heat like fevers, pieces Jesus aye
Need a visa
Fly as eagle aye
Nice demeanor
Meanest feature
Slid on the beat like the ice and skis but I breathe heat
Guess Imma climate switcher
I just switch my fits while they like to switch up, aye
Sometimes you got to make it about yourself
Bring the warrior out yourself
Let loose in the wild, don't doubt yourself
You can find the route yourself
Sometimes you got to make it about yourself
Bring the warrior out yourself (yourself)
Bring the warrior out yourself (yourself, yourself)
Remove 45 lyrics - De La Soul (feat. Styles P, Talib Kweli, Pharoah Monch, Mysonne, Chuck D & Posdnuos)
[Donald Trump:]
We must defend the rights of every citizen to live without violence, prejudice, or fear (Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia. Shut up)
How you doin'? Hey, Donny!
(We can't have a situation, like, what happened in Minneapolis to descend further into lawless anarchy and chaos)
We support the overwhelming majority of police officers (He's a bad, bad guy)
Who are incredible in every way (Ah!)
And devoted public servants (I can't breathe, I can't breathe!)
Listen here, Trunk
And I'm in the White House and I was lonely (Fire the president, please)
I said, "Let's go to Iraq!" (Sheesh)
When the looting starts, the shooting starts
[Styles P:]
Feelin' appalled while I'm watching CNN
The president's a racist, when will it see an end?
It's difficult to take hate, think about it
Only a racist would race-bait (Only a racist)
If you a black man or you an immigrant
That speaks Spanish, you ain't in a safe place (You ain't in a safe place)
You gotta worry about your life again (Worry)
They tryna make America white again
Grab 'em by the pussy and he don't like blacks (Trump)
He don't like Mexicans, he don't like Arabs
But you don't wanna hear it if you don't like facts (Ask Trump again)
And less the alternative
Fire 45 and Mike Pence
'Cause it don't make sense (Get 'em outta here)
We need a better alternative (We need a better alternative)
Yeah, (Remove) the president
If I'm from a shit-hole, his speech is venomous
[Talib Kweli:]
This ain't no Change.org, this what we bang out for
We some grown-ass men, niggas ain't Proud Boys (I told y'all)
We the black radical, black magical matadors
Beta sweaty alphas stay protected by the status quo
These coons try to degrade us
White supremacists, they shootin' at they neighbors
Going to marches, yellin' "Jews will not replace us"
Face it (Face it), 45 set the precedent
What we need to do? We need to arrest the president
I'm Tragedy Khadafi but actually seein' Nazis
Rockin' Dead Prez while informin' the people army
They callin' me articulate for actually speakin' properly
'Bout to get it poppin' ASAP, just like Rocky
Attackin' the bureaucracy is mandatory for a democracy
Removin' the boot that stay on top of me
The Oval Office is a mockery
Kickin' Melania out the country, that's my immigration policy
Within the head of the governing body we found a cyst
A narcissist who's a racist
The flow of a modern government's in a stasis
The cynic illusion
Those who migrate now are called an intrusion
To this new agenda, so we stand
As defenders and protestors callin' y'all fascist
And our attitude is quite flammable
So don't come 'round here wavin' no matches
Wait, let me turn off the hate
Though it's hard to spread harmony when his policies are for harm
People of color is not a blemish on the face of white America
But his story breeds hysteria
Which means wisdom being pulled out of the root of the White House
Sort of like a tooth
But do understand, we have cysts as well
Lyricists here to question your alternative truth
[Pharoahe Monch:]
A billionaire, reptilian in human skin, imposter
Allahu Akbar, this is for la raza
He's sick mentally, not credible, inherently
So stupid, he thought Bitcoin was edible currency
Clown-ass president
More of a clown's ass than Ronald McDonald's rump, look
Every person that voted for Donald is not a racist
But every racist who voted probably voted for Donald Trump
A-F-R-I-C-A
Angola, Soweto, Zimbabwe
Tanzania, Zambia, Mozambique
Botswana, let me speak, uh, hold up
I been waitin' to say this, fuck you, you suck
It's glue under the toupée, your father was Ku Klux
Kevlar body armor, we ready to suit up
And televise it, 'cause I don't give two fucks
[Chuck D:]
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
[Mysonne:]
You gotta remove the president, it's evident he's negligent
He lacks intelligence needed to be the president
So as a resident and U.S. citizen (What?)
I say we vote, and I vote to get rid of him (That's right)
There's never been a time I can remember when
We had anyone in office this ignorant
Now we got evidence that he committed treason
We all want him gone, now we got a reason
How we gon' believe in a county when the leader (What?)
Is a racist bigot, and a cheater
The land of the free and the home of the brave
And if Trump has his way, then we all gon' be slaves
And the fact that he's praised by some lets us know
That America still has so far to go
[Chuck D:]
Let's hear that (Fuck Trump)
So we got this petition track (Nigga, pack your shit)
Y'all know don't notice this Trump POTUS
Got the whole damn world thrown off it's focus
Flat Earth or not, I don't know if y'all noticed
Ain't got nothin' to do with how many of y'all voted
'Cause these criminals broke it
This ass-head was a weapon
Yeah, of mass distraction
A ass whippin' is a real call to action
Pay attention to how much money y'all was spendin'
Nineties rap treated Trump like a Cash App
Last four years was a smack black
Now we know, sixty-five percent of the United States is wack
If y'all let this dude come back (Remove)
[Posdnuos:]
We are the unknown cogs in the machine of the American dream
But treated like nightmares
And on the podium standin' right there
The voice who don't speak for us
Who won't seek the trust
We did, let him tell it, he wasn't elected, but anointed
Trying to set a record when it comes to appointed
Judges under his watch with no face that look like mine
And through my kids lifetime
There'll be laws etched in stone like grooves
People, let's get together to (Remove 4-5)
[Chuck D:]
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
Rock Kokainco. Flo lyrics - De La Soul (feat. MF Doom)
[Posdnuos:]
Up in them five-star tellies saying two mic rhymes
Be them average MCs of the times
Unlike them, we craft gems
So systematically inclined to pen lines
Without saying the producer's name all over the track
Yeah, I said it! What you need to do is get back
To reading credits, we them medics
Alphabetically stuck on that A grade shit
Now quit now before we pour
That sure-shot pure rock cocaine flow
[MF Doom:]
From the top of the key for three villain
Been on in the game as long as he can wheelie a Schwinn
Turn the corner spinning, bust that ass and get up
Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up
He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline
He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
Flow from Hellborn to free power like LILCO
And still owe bills, pay dues forever
Slay youths when it comes to who's more cleverer
Use to wore a leather goose V with a fur collar
And charged a fee for loose leaf words per dollar
Ya heard? Holler, broad or dude, we need food
Eat your teams for sure, the streets sure seem rude
For fam like the Partridges, pardon him for the mix-up
Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up
It's a stick up
[Dave:]
Now put your blix up, these Riddick Bowe cuts
Is swoll like penile flicks, give 'em twenty
The danger in his eyes'll let you know he's a brawler
Bring your tallest champs like that much taller
Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it
Vocab, stamina, style's all irrelevant
Camps and cliques, units, squad crews and clans
Even your tongues'll fuck around and leave your mouth
[MF Doom:]
DOOM brung that bum, there goes that news van again
Act like you knew like Toucan Sam and 'em
He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast
Their rhymes ain't worth the weight of they cheap necklace
String 'em up, ring 'em up under whack junk snack
And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked
Foul, we all know the rules bro
You slow, you blow the soup on you fools, his own Boss like Hugo
[Posdnuos:]
You go lights, camera, action with no makeup
We De La to the death or at least until we break up
Here's a couple of nice guys who finished first
So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed
They say the good die young, so I added some
Bad-ass to my flavor to prolong my life over the drum
Everyone cools off from being hot
It's about if you can handle being cold or not
And we was told to hop on no one's dick by Prince Paul
We stayed original ever since y'all
First to do a lot of things in the game but the last to say it
No need to place it on a scale to weigh it
And don't do it for the praise or to raise the bar
Yet it's raised anyway, it's so amazing, are
The three L.I. brothers from the other way of thinking
Hey your lady's winking, I think you need to control that
Or I'll have to hold that
[Dave:]
The elements are airborne, I smell the success
(Yo let's cookie cut the shit and get the gingerbread man)
Sacrifice mics and push drugs to these rappers
Puff ponies 'til I turn blue in the lips
Sipping broads like 7UP (Ah) so refreshing
I finger pop these verses like first dates
The birth date's September 2-1, 1-9, 6-8
Too old to rhyme, too bad, too late
Say "I Gotta Believe!" lyrics - De La Soul (feat. Double)
(from "PaRappa The Rapper 2" soundtrack)
[Pos & Dave (Double):]
Let me hear you say "Alright!"
Alright! (Alright)
Let me hear you say "Oh yeah!"
Oh, yeah!
Now let me hear you say "What you gonna do?"
What you gonna do?
I need to hear you say "You gotta believe!"
I gotta believe! (I gotta believe...)
[Pos:]
If you thought your dreams were fulfilled before
You need to come on back, Jack
Look who walked in the door
It's Parappa The Rapper, and my name is Pos
I'm known to MC for free or a cost
If you be at the mosque, synagogue, or church
Drop to your knees and pray for Parappa The Rapper
To save the day and make you scream hooray
Just clap on time, 'cause it's time to play
[Double:]
I know you're slick and smooth, cool with an attitude
On the right track, leader of the pack
Kickin' back, never looking back
You know my words won't satisfy
What I have now, deep inside of me (Inside of me)
And all I need is much security
[Pos:]
When you're needed for a mission, he got your back
Sure to have a cool time, man, that's a fact
Yo, he's a good friend, never ever a foe
So come on and let's go
[Dave:]
We are the concentrated Vitamin D, with the title
Hookin' it up, speedy quick, like noodles to cup
It ain't nothin' for the one man
Buttin' to move somethin'
Runnin' par rappin' through laps
Hurdlin' raps
And just when you thought your game was dead
Well, we got you cookin' up rhymes all in your think kettle
Proceed and click the next level for fun, player
Play ya game, player number one (One...)
[Double:]
True love that speaks the truth
You know it'll help me through
In the cold night
In the morning, all night
Or even in a fight
You know you should come home to me
We can have fun until the morning light
[Pos:]
Here to serve up a dish like Sunny Chan
You know I'm the man
Here to have fun
Wanna have a taste?
Here, have some
Servin' up Os by the oodles
Oh, I forgot
Parappa The Rapper, he don't like noodles
We like eating snapper that's red
Freestyle from the top of the head
Yo, Parappa got skill
Why don't you give it try, see what you can build
Tasty like fruit that's peeled
Watch your heels, you might slip and fall
And if you do, you know who to call (Who?)
It's Parappa the Rapper and De La, y'all
[Double:]
You and me can walk together
And down the road forever
And smell and touch the treasures of life
Every day
Love and hate are face to face
And good and bad are back to back
Every day, uh huh
(Uh huh, uh huh, oh yeah, yay)
[Dave:]
Switch on your 36 inches
You in the boob tube, trapped deep
'Til the game watch you sleep
Overdosed on moves taught by the sensei
Your timing's all off, tiger
You in the little leagues
Striking out a De La joint
Book a session for the Plugs and PJ
To come train the camp, y'all
Mooselini, graffiti tag and plug dose (Dose, dose, dose)
Game over, I'm ghost (Ghost, ghost)
[Pos:]
When you're needed for a mission, he got your back
Sure to have a cool time, man, that's a fact
Yo, he's a good friend, never ever a foe
Come on, everybody, saddle up and let's go
[Pos & Dave (Double):]
All my people say "Alright!"
Alright!
Yeah, that was good
Now let me hear you say "Oh yeah!"
Oh yeah! (Oh yeah)
Now let me hear you say what you gonna do
What you gonna do?
Come on, y'all
Let me hear you say "I gotta believe!"
I gotta believe! (Believe...)
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yay
Sho Nuff lyrics - De La Soul
Strong Island stylin' for a while
And while we style, we'll do that dance
(Plug One) Sho 'nuff gotta be crushed
(Plug Two) Sho 'nuff gotta be crushed
(Plug Three) Sho 'nuff gotta be crushed
(Prince Paul) Sho 'nuff gotta be crushed
[Trugoy the Dove and Posdnuos:]
So get up, peace to all
We like to send Soul to the big and small
And to the awesome teen, dark, long and lean
We pushin' out a jazz, swing the most supreme sound provider
Pays Mace socially or on hand
Manoeuvre the groove and the custom command
And Posdnuos [?] on one health kick
The president of the Paragraph Politic
[Posdnuos:]
It's the Nuos, the Nuos, the Nuos, the Nuos
But most brothers call me Pos
I'm sticky like the glue (The what?)
The glue attached to the surge that pushed the watt
[?] like the catch, the cap, the foot, the step
The child that Mama gave birth
And now I hold the fair, the fame
(Hey [?], what's your name?)
The Plug who's power to the first
My dialect is new, I'm young, a native, a tongue
I'm respected, I bust a cap
Yo, I don't brag or boast, I'm darker than your toast
A plural Afrocentric with naps?
[Trugoy the Dove:]
Words are thick, they thumb, no time for slumps
They tally up another hit
And leaders of the bush behind, I mush all kinds
Of faces showing negative fifths
A dread to the full, no fake, I hold the brakes
That helps speaks flow and flow
Creator of the blue, the bowl, the never ever fold
A top dollar kid who plays Paul
Simple like the cloud, the rain, the ground, the fame
But you haven't even walked my aisle
Check all the screams, the fuss, they couldn't be hushed
When De La construct miles and miles
(De La Soul) Sho 'nuff gotta be crushed
(De La Soul) Sho 'nuff gotta be crushed
(De La Soul) Sho 'nuff gotta be crushed
(De La Soul) Sho 'nuff gotta be crushed
Genesis (Intro) lyrics - De La Soul (feat. Jill Scott)
Huh! I couldn't be nobody but myself, you know that
But then they all started talking
They were talking about love being gone
In my house
They said that there ain't much left to love
Well, there's always something to love if you're familiar enough to recognize it
I mean have you cried for anything lately?
And I don't mean for your friends or your bills or yourself
I mean, for this!
When do you think it's time to love something the most, child?
When it's successful? And have made everything easy for us, huh?
That ain't the time at all It's when its reached it's lowest and you don't believe in it anymore
And the world done kicked it and its tail enough that its lost itself!
Yes, that's when. When nobody cares. That's right. Nobody
But then they all started talking
They were talking about love being gone
In my house
They said that there ain't much left to love
Well, there's always something to love if you're familiar enough to recognize it
I mean have you cried for anything lately?
And I don't mean for your friends or your bills or yourself
I mean, for this!
When do you think it's time to love something the most, child?
When it's successful? And have made everything easy for us, huh?
That ain't the time at all It's when its reached it's lowest and you don't believe in it anymore
And the world done kicked it and its tail enough that its lost itself!
Yes, that's when. When nobody cares. That's right. Nobody
Royalty Capes lyrics - De La Soul
It's the flies
They are so annoying
(Shut up you fool, she's here)
Ladies and gents
Crystal carrying pixie peasants and warriors
Elders, ancestors, sons and daughters
Lion hearted kings and everything in between
Take a seat, be witness
You consider 'em king, about to icing on cakes
Chariots cruise at tortoise speeds
Lay your bifocals on royalty
Longer than Sears catalogue
Stern like matadors and [?] LPs
Mirror the crimson tide
The color of the Rubics
Them duplex fuse got your nose up
But coozy up to this warmth though
That long term froze is up
The jone is up
I get swallowed by the barracuda
Androids read raps off iPhones
I choke the blood out of felt tips
Heavy weights up to the front if the belt fits
The wealth is like ivory toothpicks
One out of each tusk
And must gets bust for each and every hiccup
Salute life when dawn breaks
Foreign colors foreign mink lapel’s on these royalty capes
I repeat, salute life when dawn breaks
Foreign colors foreign mink lapel’s on these royalty capes
Royalty
Behold this divine alignment scrolled secretly in cloud formations. Waterfall rythmes from crowns containing galaxies. Gems from past dimensions. A bond so strong it has unbreakable status. Spits hieroglyphic scripture like a god from Atlantis
Us three be the omega like fish oil
This royal right be own no rentals
Owners of the cape express
He went from the mind you ate off the plate of fundamentals
Knocked on every door of the country's red rugs
We'll lay on floors
We walk and etched in like testament
And find the atomic number 79
On Vernon's periodic table we dine upon
Sittin' on thrones gettin' blown to bits
By our royal dime, fillet of fine dinin'
News from the east sire
Them east coast kings are still findin' ways to stay on
On for play on like a damn disease
Spread the word of Ramseys and fry up a pan of these
Salute down when day breaks
And give me my checks with the same first name as the cape
I repeat salute down when day breaks
And give me my checks with the same first name as the capes
We are royalty
We are an army of stars unleashed
The sky takes notes when we speak
Our capes move with the wind
Because of the wings beneath
This is royalty
The sky takes notes when we speak
Our capes move with the wind
Because of the wings beneath
This is royalty
They are so annoying
(Shut up you fool, she's here)
Ladies and gents
Crystal carrying pixie peasants and warriors
Elders, ancestors, sons and daughters
Lion hearted kings and everything in between
Take a seat, be witness
You consider 'em king, about to icing on cakes
Chariots cruise at tortoise speeds
Lay your bifocals on royalty
Longer than Sears catalogue
Stern like matadors and [?] LPs
Mirror the crimson tide
The color of the Rubics
Them duplex fuse got your nose up
But coozy up to this warmth though
That long term froze is up
The jone is up
I get swallowed by the barracuda
Androids read raps off iPhones
I choke the blood out of felt tips
Heavy weights up to the front if the belt fits
The wealth is like ivory toothpicks
One out of each tusk
And must gets bust for each and every hiccup
Salute life when dawn breaks
Foreign colors foreign mink lapel’s on these royalty capes
I repeat, salute life when dawn breaks
Foreign colors foreign mink lapel’s on these royalty capes
Royalty
Behold this divine alignment scrolled secretly in cloud formations. Waterfall rythmes from crowns containing galaxies. Gems from past dimensions. A bond so strong it has unbreakable status. Spits hieroglyphic scripture like a god from Atlantis
Us three be the omega like fish oil
This royal right be own no rentals
Owners of the cape express
He went from the mind you ate off the plate of fundamentals
Knocked on every door of the country's red rugs
We'll lay on floors
We walk and etched in like testament
And find the atomic number 79
On Vernon's periodic table we dine upon
Sittin' on thrones gettin' blown to bits
By our royal dime, fillet of fine dinin'
News from the east sire
Them east coast kings are still findin' ways to stay on
On for play on like a damn disease
Spread the word of Ramseys and fry up a pan of these
Salute down when day breaks
And give me my checks with the same first name as the cape
I repeat salute down when day breaks
And give me my checks with the same first name as the capes
We are royalty
We are an army of stars unleashed
The sky takes notes when we speak
Our capes move with the wind
Because of the wings beneath
This is royalty
The sky takes notes when we speak
Our capes move with the wind
Because of the wings beneath
This is royalty
Royalty Capes lyrics - De La Soul
It's the flies
They are so annoying
(Shut up you fool, she's here)
Ladies and gents
Crystal carrying pixie peasants and warriors
Elders, ancestors, sons and daughters
Lion hearted kings and everything in between
Take a seat, be witness
You consider 'em king, about to icing on cakes
Chariots cruise at tortoise speeds
Lay your bifocals on royalty
Longer than Sears catalogue
Stern like matadors and [?] LPs
Mirror the crimson tide
The color of the Rubics
Them duplex fuse got your nose up
But coozy up to this warmth though
That long term froze is up
The jone is up
I get swallowed by the barracuda
Androids read raps off iPhones
I choke the blood out of felt tips
Heavy weights up to the front if the belt fits
The wealth is like ivory toothpicks
One out of each tusk
And must gets bust for each and every hiccup
Salute life when dawn breaks
Foreign colors foreign mink lapel’s on these royalty capes
I repeat, salute life when dawn breaks
Foreign colors foreign mink lapel’s on these royalty capes
Royalty
Behold this divine alignment scrolled secretly in cloud formations. Waterfall rythmes from crowns containing galaxies. Gems from past dimensions. A bond so strong it has unbreakable status. Spits hieroglyphic scripture like a god from Atlantis
Us three be the omega like fish oil
This royal right be own no rentals
Owners of the cape express
He went from the mind you ate off the plate of fundamentals
Knocked on every door of the country's red rugs
We'll lay on floors
We walk and etched in like testament
And find the atomic number 79
On Vernon's periodic table we dine upon
Sittin' on thrones gettin' blown to bits
By our royal dime, fillet of fine dinin'
News from the east sire
Them east coast kings are still findin' ways to stay on
On for play on like a damn disease
Spread the word of Ramseys and fry up a pan of these
Salute down when day breaks
And give me my checks with the same first name as the cape
I repeat salute down when day breaks
And give me my checks with the same first name as the capes
We are royalty
We are an army of stars unleashed
The sky takes notes when we speak
Our capes move with the wind
Because of the wings beneath
This is royalty
The sky takes notes when we speak
Our capes move with the wind
Because of the wings beneath
This is royalty
They are so annoying
(Shut up you fool, she's here)
Ladies and gents
Crystal carrying pixie peasants and warriors
Elders, ancestors, sons and daughters
Lion hearted kings and everything in between
Take a seat, be witness
You consider 'em king, about to icing on cakes
Chariots cruise at tortoise speeds
Lay your bifocals on royalty
Longer than Sears catalogue
Stern like matadors and [?] LPs
Mirror the crimson tide
The color of the Rubics
Them duplex fuse got your nose up
But coozy up to this warmth though
That long term froze is up
The jone is up
I get swallowed by the barracuda
Androids read raps off iPhones
I choke the blood out of felt tips
Heavy weights up to the front if the belt fits
The wealth is like ivory toothpicks
One out of each tusk
And must gets bust for each and every hiccup
Salute life when dawn breaks
Foreign colors foreign mink lapel’s on these royalty capes
I repeat, salute life when dawn breaks
Foreign colors foreign mink lapel’s on these royalty capes
Royalty
Behold this divine alignment scrolled secretly in cloud formations. Waterfall rythmes from crowns containing galaxies. Gems from past dimensions. A bond so strong it has unbreakable status. Spits hieroglyphic scripture like a god from Atlantis
Us three be the omega like fish oil
This royal right be own no rentals
Owners of the cape express
He went from the mind you ate off the plate of fundamentals
Knocked on every door of the country's red rugs
We'll lay on floors
We walk and etched in like testament
And find the atomic number 79
On Vernon's periodic table we dine upon
Sittin' on thrones gettin' blown to bits
By our royal dime, fillet of fine dinin'
News from the east sire
Them east coast kings are still findin' ways to stay on
On for play on like a damn disease
Spread the word of Ramseys and fry up a pan of these
Salute down when day breaks
And give me my checks with the same first name as the cape
I repeat salute down when day breaks
And give me my checks with the same first name as the capes
We are royalty
We are an army of stars unleashed
The sky takes notes when we speak
Our capes move with the wind
Because of the wings beneath
This is royalty
The sky takes notes when we speak
Our capes move with the wind
Because of the wings beneath
This is royalty
Property Of Spitkicker.com lyrics - De La Soul (feat. Roc Marciano)
Control
Control alt
Shift command
Commanding crowds
Crowd option
Vehicle option
Instrument intern
Quantity 17 played back
Property of Spitkicker.com
[Posdnuos:]
Yo, a slow burn we are
Last long three man act to wake up your thermostat
Blood through the property line
Creative minds crossover and back
Scribble with my knife to earn that slice of life
Cut back, aim, shot the name wherever the price is right
The pain earned is the pain learned and it's talking like burn
Connect (to the same as it ever was)
Respect the lane cause it never flood, it's well irrigated
Looking for my vanity, it's there, the mirror hate it
State it, stop being an MC and give your verses more weight
For being just empty, thoughts are oxidised when I spit em out
And my lungs prefer tastes encrypted words laced to get them out home
We're removal service to get kings out the throne
(More hands on) With hands upon the neck
Of a voice magnifier over decks
The sound is found at the young's in the batch
Lovely how I let my mind flow
You can catch me in the early morning
Find me out with no yawning
Have it been asleep I'm on Q
8 in the corner pocket from the booth all 24 hours like it was our debut
Life edited my etiquette
Dreams beyond your eons
You can't wait this out
Start blitz, starring it's that crew who never call the splits convey lines made from outer spine
So the nerve of us to be so damned crushed
Grit like JDL and we sip from the grail
With a current course connect, so we not unsung
Just vets, this mission's undone
[Roc Marciano:]
We getting loot in this, removed from this
We're true in this
Baby you already know who it is
We've been doing this
We've been doing this
In true to this, it's Yoo-Hoo n' some tunafish
Catch flights, hit the stewardess
We've been doing this
We've been doing this
It's a honour and a pleasure
Rappers is not try and see me like a diamond tester
I'm all alone, I'm like a silent investor
Well dressed, my suit and vest is never polyester
Keep a shottie on the dresser
My queen look like a young pepper
Up in her plump compress her
My tongue is forever under the weather, however
My heart was still lighter than a feather
Culturally, snort em like cocoa leaf
Them niggas suck more milk - no tea
I'm on the low though in my Polo tee
The show cost money but the promo's free
My pen collection is interesting
No steal, still niggas will feel threatened
My genetics is comedic
Driven in lanes I was looking angelic
Psychedelic, if you was like it I can sell it
But I don't fuck with that sweet shit, I'm diabetic
This is rapping at it's peak
The bird steady yapping at the beat
Come for parakeet
You're not unique, you're no Kool Keith
Shit is more parody
You get with the hall of rhymes distributor
The verse might rend you an Ed Sullivan
We getting loot in this, removed from this
We're true in this
Baby you already know who it is
We've been doing this
We've been doing this
In true to this, it's Yoo-Hoo n' some tunafish
Catch flights, hit the stewardess
We've been doing this
We've been doing this
[Dave:]
Yo put that bread on all fours The Catcher in the Rye
New York City lights look dirty in July
4th, no fireworks will dangle in the sky
Like right there, feeling the night air
Promoting the fair fight
Square dance, men at the face off
Crooked eye letters from Madoff, apologise
Long journeys walking cold hard facts
Once you turn up there, there's no turning back
My cocaine flow's the flows that I crack
The hemline, versus all my land
What did your man?
They hard working through on the scale
I'm Joe Pressure on the disk, so messy on the disk
Puerto Rican mamis call me floppy
Leap a tall feeling in a single bound
Way over your heard like my ex-girl talking bout mind sex
(Well you're A dickhead)
Two texts away from aww shit
Cause I'm an old fart
Go campaign raise the age
Stay fresh like a pound of sage
That could rake the pound amount of figures
Watch the way they crown is staged
Sipped Crown but I was down in age
See the sailor took a sip so the whole ship drowned in grey
Classmates couldn't find a page
Had the answers written in palm over since power was played
[Roc Marciano:]
We getting loot in this, removed from this
We're true in this
Baby you already know who it is
We've been doing this
We've been doing this
In true to this, it's Yoo-Hoo n' some tunafish
Catch flights, hit the stewardess
We've been doing this
We've been doing this
Control alt
Shift command
Commanding crowds
Crowd option
Vehicle option
Instrument intern
Quantity 17 played back
Property of Spitkicker.com
[Posdnuos:]
Yo, a slow burn we are
Last long three man act to wake up your thermostat
Blood through the property line
Creative minds crossover and back
Scribble with my knife to earn that slice of life
Cut back, aim, shot the name wherever the price is right
The pain earned is the pain learned and it's talking like burn
Connect (to the same as it ever was)
Respect the lane cause it never flood, it's well irrigated
Looking for my vanity, it's there, the mirror hate it
State it, stop being an MC and give your verses more weight
For being just empty, thoughts are oxidised when I spit em out
And my lungs prefer tastes encrypted words laced to get them out home
We're removal service to get kings out the throne
(More hands on) With hands upon the neck
Of a voice magnifier over decks
The sound is found at the young's in the batch
Lovely how I let my mind flow
You can catch me in the early morning
Find me out with no yawning
Have it been asleep I'm on Q
8 in the corner pocket from the booth all 24 hours like it was our debut
Life edited my etiquette
Dreams beyond your eons
You can't wait this out
Start blitz, starring it's that crew who never call the splits convey lines made from outer spine
So the nerve of us to be so damned crushed
Grit like JDL and we sip from the grail
With a current course connect, so we not unsung
Just vets, this mission's undone
[Roc Marciano:]
We getting loot in this, removed from this
We're true in this
Baby you already know who it is
We've been doing this
We've been doing this
In true to this, it's Yoo-Hoo n' some tunafish
Catch flights, hit the stewardess
We've been doing this
We've been doing this
It's a honour and a pleasure
Rappers is not try and see me like a diamond tester
I'm all alone, I'm like a silent investor
Well dressed, my suit and vest is never polyester
Keep a shottie on the dresser
My queen look like a young pepper
Up in her plump compress her
My tongue is forever under the weather, however
My heart was still lighter than a feather
Culturally, snort em like cocoa leaf
Them niggas suck more milk - no tea
I'm on the low though in my Polo tee
The show cost money but the promo's free
My pen collection is interesting
No steal, still niggas will feel threatened
My genetics is comedic
Driven in lanes I was looking angelic
Psychedelic, if you was like it I can sell it
But I don't fuck with that sweet shit, I'm diabetic
This is rapping at it's peak
The bird steady yapping at the beat
Come for parakeet
You're not unique, you're no Kool Keith
Shit is more parody
You get with the hall of rhymes distributor
The verse might rend you an Ed Sullivan
We getting loot in this, removed from this
We're true in this
Baby you already know who it is
We've been doing this
We've been doing this
In true to this, it's Yoo-Hoo n' some tunafish
Catch flights, hit the stewardess
We've been doing this
We've been doing this
[Dave:]
Yo put that bread on all fours The Catcher in the Rye
New York City lights look dirty in July
4th, no fireworks will dangle in the sky
Like right there, feeling the night air
Promoting the fair fight
Square dance, men at the face off
Crooked eye letters from Madoff, apologise
Long journeys walking cold hard facts
Once you turn up there, there's no turning back
My cocaine flow's the flows that I crack
The hemline, versus all my land
What did your man?
They hard working through on the scale
I'm Joe Pressure on the disk, so messy on the disk
Puerto Rican mamis call me floppy
Leap a tall feeling in a single bound
Way over your heard like my ex-girl talking bout mind sex
(Well you're A dickhead)
Two texts away from aww shit
Cause I'm an old fart
Go campaign raise the age
Stay fresh like a pound of sage
That could rake the pound amount of figures
Watch the way they crown is staged
Sipped Crown but I was down in age
See the sailor took a sip so the whole ship drowned in grey
Classmates couldn't find a page
Had the answers written in palm over since power was played
[Roc Marciano:]
We getting loot in this, removed from this
We're true in this
Baby you already know who it is
We've been doing this
We've been doing this
In true to this, it's Yoo-Hoo n' some tunafish
Catch flights, hit the stewardess
We've been doing this
We've been doing this
Memory Of...(US) lyrics - De La Soul (feat. Estelle & Pete Rock)
[Hook - Estelle:]
And it's so easy to fall back to the memory of
And it's easy to recall the good and fall into place
But you're not easy to love
I love the memory of...
I remember your face, I remember your way
[Verse 1 - Estelle:]
I remember you now
Part of my existence
I remember your face
You came in and got me
All in a day
Yeah, all in a day
I remember your lips
Do you remember the taste?
Remember family names
Your child, my child, our child
Whitney and Dwayne
Different to my world now
Remember the way
You gripped my hips so tight now?
Slow up the pace
Maybe erase, don't remember my words
[Hook - Estelle:]
Cause it's so easy to fall back to the memory of
And it's easy to recall the good and fall into place
But you're not easy to love
I love the memory of...
I remember your face, I remember your way
[Verse 2 - Posdnuos:]
How could I forget?
A ballad was born upon a demo of a fly love song
Didn't take long before the archer with the wings heard it
Shot us in the heart with a contract, he knew we were a hit
The right amount of soul with a parallel amount of grit
But the archer couldn't see the target of departure
Gave in your pink slip and called it quits
It's understood you would
Label me a mate who wronged you
Cause I kept wanting to feature
With them other females on they songs too
Your words spoken in mono for monogamy
Telling me I had to go cause I chose
Stereo for stereotypical male biology
And now I'm left setting traps
For you to fall in for me again
Who hates you to tell me
"Slow up the pace, maybe erase, don't…"
[Bridge - Estelle:]
Slow up the pace
Maybe erase, don't remember my words
[Hook - Estelle:]
Cause it's so easy to fall back to the memory of
And it's easy to recall the good and fall into place
But you're not easy to love
I love the memory of...
[Verse 3 - Dave:]
Our last trip to Vegas had me feeling like we had a chance
But chance just showed up at the wedding
I guess I didn't read the heading
"Forgive and won't erase the bitter past"
But I ain't up for kissing ass
I bought you everything your pretty feet could fit in
Put you behind the finest steering wheels
Fearing you would drive a nigga crazy
Told you grow up, but shit, you was my baby
Bits and pieces never made nothing decent
When I accommodated you, you played me like a stranger
[Bridge - Estelle:]
I remember you now (Accountability is major)
A part of what I did then
Remember your face
Just don't let me trip over memory lane
Cause time can't be replaced
And I don't want to stay
[Hook - Estelle:]
Cause, oh, it's so easy to fall back to the memory of
And it's so dah-dah-dee-dah
Dah-dah-dah-dah-dee-dah
It's so easy to fall
In dah-dah-dah-dah-dee-dah
Remember your way
Remember your way
[Posdnuos:]
It's De La featuring Estelle
With the Soul Brother Pete Rock
And it's so easy to fall back to the memory of
And it's easy to recall the good and fall into place
But you're not easy to love
I love the memory of...
I remember your face, I remember your way
[Verse 1 - Estelle:]
I remember you now
Part of my existence
I remember your face
You came in and got me
All in a day
Yeah, all in a day
I remember your lips
Do you remember the taste?
Remember family names
Your child, my child, our child
Whitney and Dwayne
Different to my world now
Remember the way
You gripped my hips so tight now?
Slow up the pace
Maybe erase, don't remember my words
[Hook - Estelle:]
Cause it's so easy to fall back to the memory of
And it's easy to recall the good and fall into place
But you're not easy to love
I love the memory of...
I remember your face, I remember your way
[Verse 2 - Posdnuos:]
How could I forget?
A ballad was born upon a demo of a fly love song
Didn't take long before the archer with the wings heard it
Shot us in the heart with a contract, he knew we were a hit
The right amount of soul with a parallel amount of grit
But the archer couldn't see the target of departure
Gave in your pink slip and called it quits
It's understood you would
Label me a mate who wronged you
Cause I kept wanting to feature
With them other females on they songs too
Your words spoken in mono for monogamy
Telling me I had to go cause I chose
Stereo for stereotypical male biology
And now I'm left setting traps
For you to fall in for me again
Who hates you to tell me
"Slow up the pace, maybe erase, don't…"
[Bridge - Estelle:]
Slow up the pace
Maybe erase, don't remember my words
[Hook - Estelle:]
Cause it's so easy to fall back to the memory of
And it's easy to recall the good and fall into place
But you're not easy to love
I love the memory of...
[Verse 3 - Dave:]
Our last trip to Vegas had me feeling like we had a chance
But chance just showed up at the wedding
I guess I didn't read the heading
"Forgive and won't erase the bitter past"
But I ain't up for kissing ass
I bought you everything your pretty feet could fit in
Put you behind the finest steering wheels
Fearing you would drive a nigga crazy
Told you grow up, but shit, you was my baby
Bits and pieces never made nothing decent
When I accommodated you, you played me like a stranger
[Bridge - Estelle:]
I remember you now (Accountability is major)
A part of what I did then
Remember your face
Just don't let me trip over memory lane
Cause time can't be replaced
And I don't want to stay
[Hook - Estelle:]
Cause, oh, it's so easy to fall back to the memory of
And it's so dah-dah-dee-dah
Dah-dah-dah-dah-dee-dah
It's so easy to fall
In dah-dah-dah-dah-dee-dah
Remember your way
Remember your way
[Posdnuos:]
It's De La featuring Estelle
With the Soul Brother Pete Rock
CBGBS lyrics - De La Soul
[Posdnuos:]
Beach boy bonanza, sunrise, get up
Surfin' on a curb from inception of a set-up
Planet in black granite, halos above it
The autopsy can't top me, beloved
Dissect survival, passed on a whisper
Placed on the mother who shunned, now it's the
Boys who shot joy inside the violent
(Hell from New York) with a mars inside it
[Dave:]
This is for the bottom of the deck (yo, who got squad?)
They call us the the little goat cheese (let's get the engine, baby)
I rev it like Run, the squint in the sun
I bet you bottom dollar I get louder than a bomb
A pH balance, son, I walk the phenom
Like typo, might go, dope in the stash
[Posdnuous:]
Crooked counterfeits (we keep it straight cash)
Crooked counterfeits (keep it straight cash)
Crooked counterfeits (keep it straight cash)
Crooked counterfeits (straight cash)
(Cash, cash)
You're a peanut with a cashew
Beach boy bonanza, sunrise, get up
Surfin' on a curb from inception of a set-up
Planet in black granite, halos above it
The autopsy can't top me, beloved
Dissect survival, passed on a whisper
Placed on the mother who shunned, now it's the
Boys who shot joy inside the violent
(Hell from New York) with a mars inside it
[Dave:]
This is for the bottom of the deck (yo, who got squad?)
They call us the the little goat cheese (let's get the engine, baby)
I rev it like Run, the squint in the sun
I bet you bottom dollar I get louder than a bomb
A pH balance, son, I walk the phenom
Like typo, might go, dope in the stash
[Posdnuous:]
Crooked counterfeits (we keep it straight cash)
Crooked counterfeits (keep it straight cash)
Crooked counterfeits (keep it straight cash)
Crooked counterfeits (straight cash)
(Cash, cash)
You're a peanut with a cashew
Lord Intended lyrics - De La Soul (feat. Justin Hawkins)
- Here come the mic dude, so just walk
Hey guys I got your mics
- About time
- What up man?
Who's mic one?
- That's me
And mic two?
- Thanks
- Let's go
Let me get this door for you
Good luck guys
One two, one two
(Hey) Yo Mase, you ready?
Mase is ready!
Yo y'all ready
Yeah they ready
We bout to burn this shit down
Yo, there's a fire in the kitchen, it's like nine cooks
The Kool-Aid got spiked with porcupines, look
Rode into Rigo, this ain't a fast track
Your tickets ain't straight, TSA your ass back
NASDAQ, IBM, the big honcho on the block
Bitch, I be him
The rock mega death, we gonna kill the Kane
Fuck everyone, bitch, bring everything
Swing like a mandolin, this ain't a sex toy
This ain't spanish fly, this hot shit
Push the dagger in the devil's eye
Slick Rick, yo, get the big dick, yo
Blow the dust covers, pick the age on it
A nose full, sniff a Rose Bowl full
New game, new players, new year
The hardest rock shit you gon' hear
You can save your soul
If we are no more
Suffer the consequences
We are the way the Lord intended
Her ass, she got it from her momma
Tits from the doctor
Fingers fiddelin' the puss
She looks like an Octa
Fresh off the pole, hanging from her hook
I'm in her Grassy Knoll to hit
Just to say that I cocked her (click, click)
My hardware is progressive
My sex crime language is leaning on obsessive
The Lord looking down, judging, the room needs smudging
But I'm over your stars screaming the moon ain't budging
Ain't from Hollis, don't need to tell you who is
But who it here raise hell, they be like "you kid"
I’m ambidextrous, liken to Dexter
Lyrical blood splatter over the texture
We live by that code, not to regret living
Electric guitar sparks and ignites gun powder
A sabbath ain't black enough to call my bluff, bitch
The killswitch just turns it louder
You can save your soul
If we are no more
Suffer the consequences
We are the way the Lord intended
Fuck everyone
Burn everything
Leaving an impression not just a dented legacy
Fuck everyone
Burn everything you see
[Not just clinging to the planet powerless to avoid
That cataclysmic impact of a massive asteroid
(Fuck everyone, burn everything)
Fuck everyone, burn everything
Never to surrender to the cosmic schadenfreude of only
Meeting your creator on the day you are destroyed
(Fuck everyone, burn everything)
Just as the Lord intended
(Just as the Lord intended)
(Fuck everyone, burn everything)
(Fuck everyone, burn everything)
(Fuck everyone, burn everything)
Burn everything
(Fuck everyone, burn everything)
Burn everything
(Fuck everyone, burn everything)
Hey guys I got your mics
- About time
- What up man?
Who's mic one?
- That's me
And mic two?
- Thanks
- Let's go
Let me get this door for you
Good luck guys
One two, one two
(Hey) Yo Mase, you ready?
Mase is ready!
Yo y'all ready
Yeah they ready
We bout to burn this shit down
Yo, there's a fire in the kitchen, it's like nine cooks
The Kool-Aid got spiked with porcupines, look
Rode into Rigo, this ain't a fast track
Your tickets ain't straight, TSA your ass back
NASDAQ, IBM, the big honcho on the block
Bitch, I be him
The rock mega death, we gonna kill the Kane
Fuck everyone, bitch, bring everything
Swing like a mandolin, this ain't a sex toy
This ain't spanish fly, this hot shit
Push the dagger in the devil's eye
Slick Rick, yo, get the big dick, yo
Blow the dust covers, pick the age on it
A nose full, sniff a Rose Bowl full
New game, new players, new year
The hardest rock shit you gon' hear
You can save your soul
If we are no more
Suffer the consequences
We are the way the Lord intended
Her ass, she got it from her momma
Tits from the doctor
Fingers fiddelin' the puss
She looks like an Octa
Fresh off the pole, hanging from her hook
I'm in her Grassy Knoll to hit
Just to say that I cocked her (click, click)
My hardware is progressive
My sex crime language is leaning on obsessive
The Lord looking down, judging, the room needs smudging
But I'm over your stars screaming the moon ain't budging
Ain't from Hollis, don't need to tell you who is
But who it here raise hell, they be like "you kid"
I’m ambidextrous, liken to Dexter
Lyrical blood splatter over the texture
We live by that code, not to regret living
Electric guitar sparks and ignites gun powder
A sabbath ain't black enough to call my bluff, bitch
The killswitch just turns it louder
You can save your soul
If we are no more
Suffer the consequences
We are the way the Lord intended
Fuck everyone
Burn everything
Leaving an impression not just a dented legacy
Fuck everyone
Burn everything you see
[Not just clinging to the planet powerless to avoid
That cataclysmic impact of a massive asteroid
(Fuck everyone, burn everything)
Fuck everyone, burn everything
Never to surrender to the cosmic schadenfreude of only
Meeting your creator on the day you are destroyed
(Fuck everyone, burn everything)
Just as the Lord intended
(Just as the Lord intended)
(Fuck everyone, burn everything)
(Fuck everyone, burn everything)
(Fuck everyone, burn everything)
Burn everything
(Fuck everyone, burn everything)
Burn everything
(Fuck everyone, burn everything)
Snoopies lyrics - De La Soul (feat. David Byrne)
[David Byrne:]
In a hundred years from now
We will not recognize this place
The dollar store is filled with love
The parking lot is full of grace
Now, judges put their snoopies on
With glorious and true restraint
A child is gonna rule them all
Said the prophets of the human race
Hey now, can you picture yourself
Hey now, in the physical sense
Hey now, a subcutaneous thing
Hey now, like a mother and father
[Dave:]
Pan Am trips, circa 76, the Ritz
Papa hit the belt, to pick up at the JFK
I judge nothing, I let her know, AFK
I'm off the front porch and the front screen
Two shocks on my back, the wise look mean
They told me slow down, baby, but I'm a lummox
The 8-ball said, Dave, you in the wrong lot
Move like sloth, cut cloth with new scissors
You thinking too big, I call Nell Carter
Somebody give me a break, cut ya toe up
You put both hands up, I put four up
Can't teach a fast dog how to stand still
Mano e mano it's the hand to hand still
Somebody give me a break, the clutch went out
Tags slap hands, I'm about to man out
Can't teach a [?] how to stand to still
See y'all tomorrow for the man to man
[David Byrne:]
Now that was all so long ago
See the babies, they are running wild
If you get too close, they run away
So tonight we better stay inside
So whenever things don't go my way
I simply put my snoopies on
I'll share them with you, I don't mind
Let me be your microphone
Hey now, can you picture yourself
Hey now, in the physical sense
Hey now, a subcutaneous thing
Hey now, like a mama and papa
Will I ever get tired of this
Will I ever get turned around
Will I ever get old of you
Give me a break now, the clutch went out
Will I ever go back again
Will I ever get used to me
Will I ever be smart enough
How do I know if I'm totally clean?
[Posdnuos:]
It's the elastic youth, coming to size up your plastic troop
Keep a pot of caution, boil it in the hot
I wonder why, so why not
Move like a used car and you get used up wherever you are
So they say me and my crew get it new all day
Couple of shots of calamity
But don't mess with the gram to be sniffed
Too messy for the ego, when you come crashing
There ain't no airbag to dash in and catch ya
She goes down and I look down
She looks up, I don't know what to say
Yo, do that shit, yo, do that shit
But she already done done it anyway
But yo, do understand under the man
Lies another line set of value, open a shape
So when I'm speeding too fast, it don't match the brake
(Car braking hard)
In a hundred years from now
We will not recognize this place
The dollar store is filled with love
The parking lot is full of grace
Now, judges put their snoopies on
With glorious and true restraint
A child is gonna rule them all
Said the prophets of the human race
Hey now, can you picture yourself
Hey now, in the physical sense
Hey now, a subcutaneous thing
Hey now, like a mother and father
[Dave:]
Pan Am trips, circa 76, the Ritz
Papa hit the belt, to pick up at the JFK
I judge nothing, I let her know, AFK
I'm off the front porch and the front screen
Two shocks on my back, the wise look mean
They told me slow down, baby, but I'm a lummox
The 8-ball said, Dave, you in the wrong lot
Move like sloth, cut cloth with new scissors
You thinking too big, I call Nell Carter
Somebody give me a break, cut ya toe up
You put both hands up, I put four up
Can't teach a fast dog how to stand still
Mano e mano it's the hand to hand still
Somebody give me a break, the clutch went out
Tags slap hands, I'm about to man out
Can't teach a [?] how to stand to still
See y'all tomorrow for the man to man
[David Byrne:]
Now that was all so long ago
See the babies, they are running wild
If you get too close, they run away
So tonight we better stay inside
So whenever things don't go my way
I simply put my snoopies on
I'll share them with you, I don't mind
Let me be your microphone
Hey now, can you picture yourself
Hey now, in the physical sense
Hey now, a subcutaneous thing
Hey now, like a mama and papa
Will I ever get tired of this
Will I ever get turned around
Will I ever get old of you
Give me a break now, the clutch went out
Will I ever go back again
Will I ever get used to me
Will I ever be smart enough
How do I know if I'm totally clean?
[Posdnuos:]
It's the elastic youth, coming to size up your plastic troop
Keep a pot of caution, boil it in the hot
I wonder why, so why not
Move like a used car and you get used up wherever you are
So they say me and my crew get it new all day
Couple of shots of calamity
But don't mess with the gram to be sniffed
Too messy for the ego, when you come crashing
There ain't no airbag to dash in and catch ya
She goes down and I look down
She looks up, I don't know what to say
Yo, do that shit, yo, do that shit
But she already done done it anyway
But yo, do understand under the man
Lies another line set of value, open a shape
So when I'm speeding too fast, it don't match the brake
(Car braking hard)
Greyhounds lyrics - De La Soul (feat. Usher)
[De La Soul:]
Fresh from a bible belt town
That's what she's givin' up
Not really livin', just flesh comin' off a greyhound
Right at a blink of an eye he provides her with charm
Hides that he is a shark
Suggests a few apartments, never hints to the home
That's what he wanna do
She just wanna new zip code for an old dream
Lost in an appetite now the big apple might
Find her habit of a queen
Feel the negro that's filled with an equal match road
Destination unknown
She's Little Bow Peep
And her and her whole sheep gonna have their wool unsewn
Now the wolf give a push
Now watch her jump in with two feet
Blue heat don't know how to swim through the limbs
Everyone huggin' her, tuggin' her
Ride on the merry-go-round of four drinks and two white lines
Go fast with the fast life so she needs more
One fun fix, now a daily chore
Provide the score, written and produced so perverse
He's a pro well versed
Told her that the purse that she want
With the shoes that she love and the rent that she need paid
Can be earned with speed in a day
Escort on the high class side
Champagne glass rides
White snow waterfalls, oh how time flies
When you're flyin', crash and burn
She learned that her soul was dyin'
That's worth savin'
She's cravin' that bible belt town
So she crawls back on the Greyhound
[Usher:]
Next stop, NYC
Take your seats please
I know exactly where you're goin', I can see it on your face
I know how to get there
And I give you my word that I get you there safe
I don't need to check your baggage
I don't need to know your name
All I need to know is
By the time you arrive, you'll forever be changed
[De La Soul:]
Fresh new Gucci belt, bound
Fast to the city scape
Dash to deliver fate
Stashed in this duffel bag, proud
It's no scaredy cat
Life was always spared in thy name
That the gamblers fold
No chips if the scramble got cold
But them warm cushions and them soft bus seats
Push that second thought along
Beneath the roof of a Super 8, he sleeps till it's night time
Then connects in the streets like a pipe line
In dark shades he supplies dark brigades
Of lost souls with his chemical morsels
He's no lab tech
He was born into a legacy stretched from Aztecs and beyond
Assets he was drawn to
Had him spreadin' the wool over his mother's eye
He's the black sheep
His pops career driven, he's the backseat
The man on the wheel that cruises on sunrise
That the man brought eyes to his pay per view
Kind of paper make a fool shoot his statement through
And take the label too
Till he's can't [?]
Till a pancake pocket change the landscape
Take a short visit home in the town
It's time to re-up, it's back on the Greyhound
[Usher:]
Next stop, NYC
Take your seats please
I know exactly where you're goin', I can see it on your face
I know how to get there
And I give you my word that I get you there safe
I don't need to check your baggage
I don't need to know your name
All I need to know is
By the time you arrive, you'll forever be changed
By the time you arrive, you'll forever be changed
By the time you arrive, you'll forever be changed
Forever be changed, forever be changed
So watch where you're goin'
And this food you're chosin'
I don't need to check your baggage
I don't need to know your name
All I need to know is
By the time you arrive you'll forever be changed
Forever be changed, be changed
You'll forever be changed
Fresh from a bible belt town
That's what she's givin' up
Not really livin', just flesh comin' off a greyhound
Right at a blink of an eye he provides her with charm
Hides that he is a shark
Suggests a few apartments, never hints to the home
That's what he wanna do
She just wanna new zip code for an old dream
Lost in an appetite now the big apple might
Find her habit of a queen
Feel the negro that's filled with an equal match road
Destination unknown
She's Little Bow Peep
And her and her whole sheep gonna have their wool unsewn
Now the wolf give a push
Now watch her jump in with two feet
Blue heat don't know how to swim through the limbs
Everyone huggin' her, tuggin' her
Ride on the merry-go-round of four drinks and two white lines
Go fast with the fast life so she needs more
One fun fix, now a daily chore
Provide the score, written and produced so perverse
He's a pro well versed
Told her that the purse that she want
With the shoes that she love and the rent that she need paid
Can be earned with speed in a day
Escort on the high class side
Champagne glass rides
White snow waterfalls, oh how time flies
When you're flyin', crash and burn
She learned that her soul was dyin'
That's worth savin'
She's cravin' that bible belt town
So she crawls back on the Greyhound
[Usher:]
Next stop, NYC
Take your seats please
I know exactly where you're goin', I can see it on your face
I know how to get there
And I give you my word that I get you there safe
I don't need to check your baggage
I don't need to know your name
All I need to know is
By the time you arrive, you'll forever be changed
[De La Soul:]
Fresh new Gucci belt, bound
Fast to the city scape
Dash to deliver fate
Stashed in this duffel bag, proud
It's no scaredy cat
Life was always spared in thy name
That the gamblers fold
No chips if the scramble got cold
But them warm cushions and them soft bus seats
Push that second thought along
Beneath the roof of a Super 8, he sleeps till it's night time
Then connects in the streets like a pipe line
In dark shades he supplies dark brigades
Of lost souls with his chemical morsels
He's no lab tech
He was born into a legacy stretched from Aztecs and beyond
Assets he was drawn to
Had him spreadin' the wool over his mother's eye
He's the black sheep
His pops career driven, he's the backseat
The man on the wheel that cruises on sunrise
That the man brought eyes to his pay per view
Kind of paper make a fool shoot his statement through
And take the label too
Till he's can't [?]
Till a pancake pocket change the landscape
Take a short visit home in the town
It's time to re-up, it's back on the Greyhound
[Usher:]
Next stop, NYC
Take your seats please
I know exactly where you're goin', I can see it on your face
I know how to get there
And I give you my word that I get you there safe
I don't need to check your baggage
I don't need to know your name
All I need to know is
By the time you arrive, you'll forever be changed
By the time you arrive, you'll forever be changed
By the time you arrive, you'll forever be changed
Forever be changed, forever be changed
So watch where you're goin'
And this food you're chosin'
I don't need to check your baggage
I don't need to know your name
All I need to know is
By the time you arrive you'll forever be changed
Forever be changed, be changed
You'll forever be changed
Sexy Bitch lyrics - De La Soul
Once upon a time for the minute by the shape of the hour
The unify finds divide in the power you
He talk us in and work us way in and devour you whole
We all know the power do
Damsel in distress, she's not
She lay a muzzle in a jigzaw puzzle
Meaning she's a straight shooter
Shooting straight in your vein
Leave your heart all tatted up
Own the blame
She lives by the name of a sexy bitch
The scratch to my itch, touch capability
Angelic lips, devilish hips
Manage to make a sandwich of a power utility
You feeling me?
Ey yo yo, what's up lady? what up?
Come here for me, come here
Oh, you ain't gonna stop for me? Word! Bitch!
- Should have never did that, atleast not to this one
Man that bitch wasn't even trying to holla at me
- It don't work that way, baby
I mean, I look good man. Man that ass fat
- You just can't look so dusty
What?
- In my days you gotta be versatile, you know
Versatile, huh? So what do you suggest I do next time, old man?
- Don't even look, don't waste your time, baby
The unify finds divide in the power you
He talk us in and work us way in and devour you whole
We all know the power do
Damsel in distress, she's not
She lay a muzzle in a jigzaw puzzle
Meaning she's a straight shooter
Shooting straight in your vein
Leave your heart all tatted up
Own the blame
She lives by the name of a sexy bitch
The scratch to my itch, touch capability
Angelic lips, devilish hips
Manage to make a sandwich of a power utility
You feeling me?
Ey yo yo, what's up lady? what up?
Come here for me, come here
Oh, you ain't gonna stop for me? Word! Bitch!
- Should have never did that, atleast not to this one
Man that bitch wasn't even trying to holla at me
- It don't work that way, baby
I mean, I look good man. Man that ass fat
- You just can't look so dusty
What?
- In my days you gotta be versatile, you know
Versatile, huh? So what do you suggest I do next time, old man?
- Don't even look, don't waste your time, baby
Trainwreck lyrics - De La Soul
Don't walk out there with your hand open
Good things come to those who wait
She don't even care about who she is
She don't care about nothing and nobody
Because no class, no representation
Might take on the days woman
You've got so many different flavors
You've got so many different types
We the package deal
Can't go wrong with that
Knowing how to cook a good twenty-two pound ham
Whooty-who
Nothing like a tall six-foot-five woman
For a short man like me
To fill up a good waterbed
I'm only sixty-seven
I still got lot more time to find the right one
And you do need to find the right one
She move forward like proceed
Keep heads up like nosebleed
A piece from the East, from the norm
But she off of the chain
So she cover all globally
Never be touched, so I'm holding
Bullets found a target
The gun know me
The past life bags from my memory
A fan of a large and i'm a member see
I give it to her like that fool
Sucker for love
Yeah I'm that dude
When she's on the wood
She give good oral
When I'm not with her
I get withdrawal
Lord
I'm half a man without a one to call
She claimed a mathin' man
She's a wonder-doll
She keep me floored
Pack an iron-snake on thirt(y) rims
She like the snake in her bird-tim
I'm addicted by design, a fiend
If she ever try to cut me from her team
Don't turn your back
When she's on that track
Watch out for that train-wreck
Cause when she come
You better watch your back
Watch out she's a train-wreck
[James Brown Sample]
She had me at Star-bucks
Sippin' frappuccino
I wanna grind on that coffee-bean
A couple cups of that joe is a pep-back
She'll be swinging on chandeliers
Baby got that skin
I can handle years
And I won't mind if she fucks asleep
Her mouth game is like Rap-A-Lot
Her Facebook say that she aim at this rap a lot
Online surfing for them beach boys
To bring the sand under her feet boys
She my rock bottom like last offers
Wouldn't write me off like the last offer
Even though she a bomb scare
I'm standing right here
I'm right here
Don't turn your back
When she's on that track
Watch out for that train-wreck
Cause when she come
You better watch your back
Watch out she's a train-wreck
Good things come to those who wait
She don't even care about who she is
She don't care about nothing and nobody
Because no class, no representation
Might take on the days woman
You've got so many different flavors
You've got so many different types
We the package deal
Can't go wrong with that
Knowing how to cook a good twenty-two pound ham
Whooty-who
Nothing like a tall six-foot-five woman
For a short man like me
To fill up a good waterbed
I'm only sixty-seven
I still got lot more time to find the right one
And you do need to find the right one
She move forward like proceed
Keep heads up like nosebleed
A piece from the East, from the norm
But she off of the chain
So she cover all globally
Never be touched, so I'm holding
Bullets found a target
The gun know me
The past life bags from my memory
A fan of a large and i'm a member see
I give it to her like that fool
Sucker for love
Yeah I'm that dude
When she's on the wood
She give good oral
When I'm not with her
I get withdrawal
Lord
I'm half a man without a one to call
She claimed a mathin' man
She's a wonder-doll
She keep me floored
Pack an iron-snake on thirt(y) rims
She like the snake in her bird-tim
I'm addicted by design, a fiend
If she ever try to cut me from her team
Don't turn your back
When she's on that track
Watch out for that train-wreck
Cause when she come
You better watch your back
Watch out she's a train-wreck
[James Brown Sample]
She had me at Star-bucks
Sippin' frappuccino
I wanna grind on that coffee-bean
A couple cups of that joe is a pep-back
She'll be swinging on chandeliers
Baby got that skin
I can handle years
And I won't mind if she fucks asleep
Her mouth game is like Rap-A-Lot
Her Facebook say that she aim at this rap a lot
Online surfing for them beach boys
To bring the sand under her feet boys
She my rock bottom like last offers
Wouldn't write me off like the last offer
Even though she a bomb scare
I'm standing right here
I'm right here
Don't turn your back
When she's on that track
Watch out for that train-wreck
Cause when she come
You better watch your back
Watch out she's a train-wreck
Drawn lyrics - De La Soul (feat. Little Dragon)
[Yukimi Nagano:]
Shadow you're drawn, why don't you go?
In the corner babe watching the snow
Moving afar, rolling away
In the corner, believe, why won't you stay?
Won't you stay babe? Won't you stay babe?
Oh, I never know what come around
I never looked ahead
I'm wreckin' rules and it's pulling us down
The words I wished I'd said
Shadow you're drawn and you got your ways
Shadow you're painted red, red
Moving afar, rolling away
In the corner, believe, why won't you stay?
Won't you stay babe? Won't you stay babe?
It's drawn, it's drawn
It's drawn, it's drawn
It's drawn, it's drawn
It's drawn, it's drawn
[Posdnuos:]
One, two
Yo, I'm with the paper plate, hold
Too many dreams, a paperweight took a toll
Food on the floor, not on the wasted or knew
Or what's being pasted and know that it's not a copy
I own a prize instead of gas price
Lyrically wonder why I travel past the nicest
Born in a generation that don't generate patience
I travel too fast for you to clock me (time)
Not always a good thing
You can lose the love of your life to a lifetime of love on tour
I didn't mean to be a whore but my hormones
Had me like a fiend screamin' "What you got for me?"
Two words (I'm mortal)
But the fans slid 'em both together and remove the apostrophe
Hip hop's lords maybe but my ways needs laundering
Time's a-ticking, stop squandering!
Shadow you're drawn, why don't you go?
In the corner babe watching the snow
Moving afar, rolling away
In the corner, believe, why won't you stay?
Won't you stay babe? Won't you stay babe?
Oh, I never know what come around
I never looked ahead
I'm wreckin' rules and it's pulling us down
The words I wished I'd said
Shadow you're drawn and you got your ways
Shadow you're painted red, red
Moving afar, rolling away
In the corner, believe, why won't you stay?
Won't you stay babe? Won't you stay babe?
It's drawn, it's drawn
It's drawn, it's drawn
It's drawn, it's drawn
It's drawn, it's drawn
[Posdnuos:]
One, two
Yo, I'm with the paper plate, hold
Too many dreams, a paperweight took a toll
Food on the floor, not on the wasted or knew
Or what's being pasted and know that it's not a copy
I own a prize instead of gas price
Lyrically wonder why I travel past the nicest
Born in a generation that don't generate patience
I travel too fast for you to clock me (time)
Not always a good thing
You can lose the love of your life to a lifetime of love on tour
I didn't mean to be a whore but my hormones
Had me like a fiend screamin' "What you got for me?"
Two words (I'm mortal)
But the fans slid 'em both together and remove the apostrophe
Hip hop's lords maybe but my ways needs laundering
Time's a-ticking, stop squandering!
Whoodeeni lyrics - De La Soul (feat. 2 Chainz)
Your music means everything to you
Bullet bring the gun, why pull it?
Shoot words to see who's full of it
We from the same place, land of the game face
Plug signs on the jackets
Give props, yo, like a Prop Joe package
It's illegal
How those kids can come from out of the slums and live so regal
Lose it all on a prayer to the ego
Before the loss we earn for the cause
Toast to the life though my liver won't endorse
Currently in time and my enzymes
Are in sync to digest the brink of armageddon
The bedding's over the mattress we lay with the actress
For social media to swallow us
Watch them rap peers who don't reply back
Cause they think we gon' snatch up their Twitter followers
That's some female type foolery
And your females like glue to it
She know it, the scent of a poet
Police buy restraint to cover all the angles
A nopera of operations
See one got all you in your crew all confident with courage
We'll be there jumping your square record
You be like "check it, they stretched the shit into rectangles, damn!"
Dance, freak, get out your seat
Show me that you is a real whoodeeni
Get loose y'all, get up now
Everybody, everybody get down
Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni
[2 Chainz:]
Born institutionalized
My homie from N.O., find his crib with the roof on the side
FEMA asking for an address, but ain't no mailbox
Nothing left to do out here but to sell rocks
Now they got cellphones inside of the cell blocks
And my cousin on parole cause he sold Glocks
My cousin is so stuck
Told you we have more soul than James Brown
Wearing a gold watch that obviously don't work
Used to go home and rob niggas for homework
See if the chrome work
Might call your girl to see if my phone work
I'm a hood star and the trophy is a gold vert
Mouth full of gold teeth
Niggas might end up obsolete if I'm four deep
Real nigga for real bed full of new sheets
Bedroom floor filled up with the loose leafs
This is a war zone, me and a two-piece
Put another head on and make it a new piece
She be like "ooh wee", I be like "ooh wee"
I love myself so much I'm a groupie
Everybody know my verses is pookie
Had 'em all strung out like it's a drug house
When I'm in the booth I'm MJ with his tongue out
When I'm in the booth I'm Kanye with a gun out
Run in your mom house
Then I'mma lean sideways and burn out
All natural, I hope you got the perm out
I've been straightening that shit
New niggas came and tried to hate on that shit
I'mma use it now, I ain't waiting on shit
Dance, freak, get out your seat
Show me that you is a real whoodeeni
Get loose y'all, get up now
Everybody, everybody get down
Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni
[Dave:]
Big drawers, where the big drawers at?
I got a case of the little head controlling the big head thinking
Played Honest Abe in the back of a Lincoln
Chopped down a cherry, American Pie varied
Next day she was on my Snapchat sexting
Had her bunny hopping a quick ten seconds
Dear Lord, forgive a nigga, I've been down with doubt
Had the frog legs, now I'mma knock this piggie out
Now Dave like to cuddle, but Dave don't play that
Like Dave had the ring, listen, Dave ain't say that
Courtships to door steps to gettin' ass, and if it's one of my broads
Keep your feet off the grass, size eleven the gas
Mash that potato till we lay in the grass
She mellow like it's a picnic
If she the mermaid, give her the fish stick
First class flight, shoot her out to the district
Wait, cancel the stallion, hold your horses
Kickstart your life and cut your losses
Look how we did 'em, ma, your boy still got it
I quit drinking, I quit the narcotics
Life's a bitch, but she seeing a therapist
This hip-hop done dilly to cameras, huh
We got stoops and [?] to sit on
Bitcoins Vivian Maese to bid on
But we cautious
Never undermine the hate and turn the spell on your evil forces
But this ain't the cha-cha two-step
Been a rider ever since the Schwinn gooseneck
The buck stops here, there ain't no who's next
Dance, freak, get out your seat
Show me that you is a real whoodeeni
Get loose y'all, get up now
Everybody, everybody get down
Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni
Bullet bring the gun, why pull it?
Shoot words to see who's full of it
We from the same place, land of the game face
Plug signs on the jackets
Give props, yo, like a Prop Joe package
It's illegal
How those kids can come from out of the slums and live so regal
Lose it all on a prayer to the ego
Before the loss we earn for the cause
Toast to the life though my liver won't endorse
Currently in time and my enzymes
Are in sync to digest the brink of armageddon
The bedding's over the mattress we lay with the actress
For social media to swallow us
Watch them rap peers who don't reply back
Cause they think we gon' snatch up their Twitter followers
That's some female type foolery
And your females like glue to it
She know it, the scent of a poet
Police buy restraint to cover all the angles
A nopera of operations
See one got all you in your crew all confident with courage
We'll be there jumping your square record
You be like "check it, they stretched the shit into rectangles, damn!"
Dance, freak, get out your seat
Show me that you is a real whoodeeni
Get loose y'all, get up now
Everybody, everybody get down
Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni
[2 Chainz:]
Born institutionalized
My homie from N.O., find his crib with the roof on the side
FEMA asking for an address, but ain't no mailbox
Nothing left to do out here but to sell rocks
Now they got cellphones inside of the cell blocks
And my cousin on parole cause he sold Glocks
My cousin is so stuck
Told you we have more soul than James Brown
Wearing a gold watch that obviously don't work
Used to go home and rob niggas for homework
See if the chrome work
Might call your girl to see if my phone work
I'm a hood star and the trophy is a gold vert
Mouth full of gold teeth
Niggas might end up obsolete if I'm four deep
Real nigga for real bed full of new sheets
Bedroom floor filled up with the loose leafs
This is a war zone, me and a two-piece
Put another head on and make it a new piece
She be like "ooh wee", I be like "ooh wee"
I love myself so much I'm a groupie
Everybody know my verses is pookie
Had 'em all strung out like it's a drug house
When I'm in the booth I'm MJ with his tongue out
When I'm in the booth I'm Kanye with a gun out
Run in your mom house
Then I'mma lean sideways and burn out
All natural, I hope you got the perm out
I've been straightening that shit
New niggas came and tried to hate on that shit
I'mma use it now, I ain't waiting on shit
Dance, freak, get out your seat
Show me that you is a real whoodeeni
Get loose y'all, get up now
Everybody, everybody get down
Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni
[Dave:]
Big drawers, where the big drawers at?
I got a case of the little head controlling the big head thinking
Played Honest Abe in the back of a Lincoln
Chopped down a cherry, American Pie varied
Next day she was on my Snapchat sexting
Had her bunny hopping a quick ten seconds
Dear Lord, forgive a nigga, I've been down with doubt
Had the frog legs, now I'mma knock this piggie out
Now Dave like to cuddle, but Dave don't play that
Like Dave had the ring, listen, Dave ain't say that
Courtships to door steps to gettin' ass, and if it's one of my broads
Keep your feet off the grass, size eleven the gas
Mash that potato till we lay in the grass
She mellow like it's a picnic
If she the mermaid, give her the fish stick
First class flight, shoot her out to the district
Wait, cancel the stallion, hold your horses
Kickstart your life and cut your losses
Look how we did 'em, ma, your boy still got it
I quit drinking, I quit the narcotics
Life's a bitch, but she seeing a therapist
This hip-hop done dilly to cameras, huh
We got stoops and [?] to sit on
Bitcoins Vivian Maese to bid on
But we cautious
Never undermine the hate and turn the spell on your evil forces
But this ain't the cha-cha two-step
Been a rider ever since the Schwinn gooseneck
The buck stops here, there ain't no who's next
Dance, freak, get out your seat
Show me that you is a real whoodeeni
Get loose y'all, get up now
Everybody, everybody get down
Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni
Nosed Up lyrics - De La Soul
And in from the door steps a dumbass struts the fool's gold
Know-it-all, and you wear it well
Funk-less in full length
Too square to stand for anything
Somebody get that man a chair
[Posdnuos:]
No matter where you opt to sit, the opposite-attract law don't fit
Repel even the docile
Always showing your nostrils, got em hostile
The way you're so uppity, till someone barks on ya
You get puppy feet
Quite a laugh, cause you don't know half, but act like you own a puzzle
And everyone allegedly under you, begging just to guzzle from your fountain of fresh
(Hashtag)
Fuck outta here, they rather stay clear
Roll up the papers and pass
While you turn your nose from the smell
Like Stanley on Fridays
Saying we should stay off the grass
As if the lines you sniff is more healthy
Delusions of prestige is not where the health be
B, you need to get it together
But nah, here comes you, part Frank Drebin, part Mr. Magoo
Stay stepping into trouble
Oh so [?] when you're repping for your bubble
But bubbles can get popped, exposed to reality
Watch the words that drop
There's not enough salary to cover the check
'Fore you're behind on cash
People can see you coming like 9/11 ash
Toxic till your last days
And with your shady maneuvers
No one will include you where they ass stays
Behold your royal highness of sinus
It's near 100 miles of running cause your nose needs plumbin'
Captain Nose-dive reporting for duty on the good ship Handkerchief, all aboard
And that goes for you too, Nostril-damus
He who knows nose
And from the from the rooty to the tooty he defines snooty
Somebody asked me the other day is the brother a brother
Does Kleenex wipe?
Yeah I see that
[Dave:]
Like you got one eye on top of your third
A star is born but whose claimin' that birthright
At first sight you the well dressed Park Ave sachet
Acclimated to the scent of your own tail (the bullshit)
The same bull that rage when the buck stops
You'll be walkin' on clouds but that's a smoke machine
See your dineros can't buy bliss, you high fist then
Turn into you flippin' the bird
And every man under your wing
You build your nest egg but you was spoiled rotten
Forgotten you can get robbed of your fame
Beak out like pelicans
You relishin' the fact that you stand feet from stardom
You bargain astonishin' antiques in this modern way of livin'
So tight and not a half size forgivin', you takin' the piss
You got a butler in duplex
Them two Tecs and our God won't protect ya
Can't stay in them white gloves for too long Mr. Handyman
Canaries don't chirp in your candy land
Give them motherfuckin' pigeons a hug
And then he strolls through the valley of dark
Nincompoop, simpleton
Stranger to his own father
Seldom down to get down
And just never stays up
Well, I'm yours son
We talkin' up there like a satellite
Species: canis lupus, unfamiliar
What's happening, dog?
You smell more like pig to me
La-la-la-la-la
Do-do-do-do
Be careful with your nose bro
La-la-la-la-la
Do-do-do-do
Be careful with your nose bro
La-la-la-la-la
Do-do-do-do
Be careful with your nose bro
La-la-la-la-la
Do-do-do-do
Be careful with your nose bro
Know-it-all, and you wear it well
Funk-less in full length
Too square to stand for anything
Somebody get that man a chair
[Posdnuos:]
No matter where you opt to sit, the opposite-attract law don't fit
Repel even the docile
Always showing your nostrils, got em hostile
The way you're so uppity, till someone barks on ya
You get puppy feet
Quite a laugh, cause you don't know half, but act like you own a puzzle
And everyone allegedly under you, begging just to guzzle from your fountain of fresh
(Hashtag)
Fuck outta here, they rather stay clear
Roll up the papers and pass
While you turn your nose from the smell
Like Stanley on Fridays
Saying we should stay off the grass
As if the lines you sniff is more healthy
Delusions of prestige is not where the health be
B, you need to get it together
But nah, here comes you, part Frank Drebin, part Mr. Magoo
Stay stepping into trouble
Oh so [?] when you're repping for your bubble
But bubbles can get popped, exposed to reality
Watch the words that drop
There's not enough salary to cover the check
'Fore you're behind on cash
People can see you coming like 9/11 ash
Toxic till your last days
And with your shady maneuvers
No one will include you where they ass stays
Behold your royal highness of sinus
It's near 100 miles of running cause your nose needs plumbin'
Captain Nose-dive reporting for duty on the good ship Handkerchief, all aboard
And that goes for you too, Nostril-damus
He who knows nose
And from the from the rooty to the tooty he defines snooty
Somebody asked me the other day is the brother a brother
Does Kleenex wipe?
Yeah I see that
[Dave:]
Like you got one eye on top of your third
A star is born but whose claimin' that birthright
At first sight you the well dressed Park Ave sachet
Acclimated to the scent of your own tail (the bullshit)
The same bull that rage when the buck stops
You'll be walkin' on clouds but that's a smoke machine
See your dineros can't buy bliss, you high fist then
Turn into you flippin' the bird
And every man under your wing
You build your nest egg but you was spoiled rotten
Forgotten you can get robbed of your fame
Beak out like pelicans
You relishin' the fact that you stand feet from stardom
You bargain astonishin' antiques in this modern way of livin'
So tight and not a half size forgivin', you takin' the piss
You got a butler in duplex
Them two Tecs and our God won't protect ya
Can't stay in them white gloves for too long Mr. Handyman
Canaries don't chirp in your candy land
Give them motherfuckin' pigeons a hug
And then he strolls through the valley of dark
Nincompoop, simpleton
Stranger to his own father
Seldom down to get down
And just never stays up
Well, I'm yours son
We talkin' up there like a satellite
Species: canis lupus, unfamiliar
What's happening, dog?
You smell more like pig to me
La-la-la-la-la
Do-do-do-do
Be careful with your nose bro
La-la-la-la-la
Do-do-do-do
Be careful with your nose bro
La-la-la-la-la
Do-do-do-do
Be careful with your nose bro
La-la-la-la-la
Do-do-do-do
Be careful with your nose bro
You Go Dave (A Goldblatt Presentation) lyrics - De La Soul
[Davey Chegwidden:]
Your music means everything to you
Are you concerned about the status of your playlist and precious collection?
We feel you, and we're here to help
Have no fear, De La Soul is here
[David Goldblatt:]
Hi, I'm Dave
And for the last couple of months
I've been waiting for every new album release in every genre
But all I've been hearing is garbage
I'm just not satisfied
Can somebody help me?
[Davey Chegwidden:]
Well Actually Dave, there's nobody
The Anonymous Nobody
Providing comprehensive substance
For you and your loved ones
We offer peace you of mind
Knowing your investment
In our music lasts a lifetime
[David Goldblatt:]
After I got my copy of the Anonymous Nobody, I felt amazing
I mean, my ears are glowing!
[Davey Chegwidden:]
Sign up today, and receive your 16 handcrafted songs sure to inspire and move you
[David Goldblatt:]
Fuck! I can't stop dancing!
Watch me nae nae
[Davey Chegwidden:]
Call us at 222-2222
Where an agent awaits to help you
De La Soul and the Anonymous Nobody
We're here for you
[David Goldblatt:]
Ooh watch me, watch me
Ooh watch me, watch me
[Davey Chegwidden:]
You go Dave
Your music means everything to you
Are you concerned about the status of your playlist and precious collection?
We feel you, and we're here to help
Have no fear, De La Soul is here
[David Goldblatt:]
Hi, I'm Dave
And for the last couple of months
I've been waiting for every new album release in every genre
But all I've been hearing is garbage
I'm just not satisfied
Can somebody help me?
[Davey Chegwidden:]
Well Actually Dave, there's nobody
The Anonymous Nobody
Providing comprehensive substance
For you and your loved ones
We offer peace you of mind
Knowing your investment
In our music lasts a lifetime
[David Goldblatt:]
After I got my copy of the Anonymous Nobody, I felt amazing
I mean, my ears are glowing!
[Davey Chegwidden:]
Sign up today, and receive your 16 handcrafted songs sure to inspire and move you
[David Goldblatt:]
Fuck! I can't stop dancing!
Watch me nae nae
[Davey Chegwidden:]
Call us at 222-2222
Where an agent awaits to help you
De La Soul and the Anonymous Nobody
We're here for you
[David Goldblatt:]
Ooh watch me, watch me
Ooh watch me, watch me
[Davey Chegwidden:]
You go Dave
Here In After lyrics - De La Soul (feat. Damon Albarn)
Cause we're still here now
Cause we're still here now
Cause we're still here now
Yeah we're still here now
We're still
Basic or Asic
I ain't tryna waste this
Took a long time cryin', cryin' ain't a crime
I got my mom, she passed away, my daddy ain't alive
Before they murdered Fudge I prayed for more time
Had y'all on my mind all week
I missed the last
They say a better tomorrow is to sacrifice the calf
Keep that cow in the pasture, knife in the drawer
It's been a long 40 days, it's gonna take 40 more
Make it through losin' love, sorta like rock few
I made the limits, I thought that I run the gas out
When you took your last breath, I only passed out
Laid in the better place but that left me ass out
Hearin' that voice goin' dependent on memory
[?] is fakin' now and I need that energy
Fake to perfection flesh, I should be thankful
From neck to ankle I'm physically [?]
Cause we're still here now
Cause we're still here now
Cause we're still here now
Yeah we're still here now
We're still
Dreams
Out of eternal dreams comes delusion
(Cause we're still here now)
Ride into our [?] Rolls-Royce, brown
You silver shadow yeah
(We're still)
Order now beers and wine and if the bar stool's empty
(Cause we're still here now)
And time is a dogma you can't escape
You can't escape, you can't escape
You think you know it, careful what you search for
Stare it in the face
(We're still)
Seasick on Pacific swell
I did it to myself
Stare it in the face
Next day radiant blue
How you gonna recognize it?
Think he cried more than me
How you gonna let go?
Just lookin' at, starin' at his face
How, how, how, how will you ever know?
Just lookin' at, starin' at his face
How will you ever know?
Think he cried more than me
Starin' at his face
Hey, ah, How will you ever know?
Starin' at his face
(Out here the only one)
How will you ever know?
How will you ever know?
Starin' at his face
Instead I hear your voice
I hear your voice
With me
With the way
Gone for now but here to stay
But here to stay
I will always place your memory
For now
Cause we're still here now
Cause we're still here now
Yeah we're still here now
We're still
Basic or Asic
I ain't tryna waste this
Took a long time cryin', cryin' ain't a crime
I got my mom, she passed away, my daddy ain't alive
Before they murdered Fudge I prayed for more time
Had y'all on my mind all week
I missed the last
They say a better tomorrow is to sacrifice the calf
Keep that cow in the pasture, knife in the drawer
It's been a long 40 days, it's gonna take 40 more
Make it through losin' love, sorta like rock few
I made the limits, I thought that I run the gas out
When you took your last breath, I only passed out
Laid in the better place but that left me ass out
Hearin' that voice goin' dependent on memory
[?] is fakin' now and I need that energy
Fake to perfection flesh, I should be thankful
From neck to ankle I'm physically [?]
Cause we're still here now
Cause we're still here now
Cause we're still here now
Yeah we're still here now
We're still
Dreams
Out of eternal dreams comes delusion
(Cause we're still here now)
Ride into our [?] Rolls-Royce, brown
You silver shadow yeah
(We're still)
Order now beers and wine and if the bar stool's empty
(Cause we're still here now)
And time is a dogma you can't escape
You can't escape, you can't escape
You think you know it, careful what you search for
Stare it in the face
(We're still)
Seasick on Pacific swell
I did it to myself
Stare it in the face
Next day radiant blue
How you gonna recognize it?
Think he cried more than me
How you gonna let go?
Just lookin' at, starin' at his face
How, how, how, how will you ever know?
Just lookin' at, starin' at his face
How will you ever know?
Think he cried more than me
Starin' at his face
Hey, ah, How will you ever know?
Starin' at his face
(Out here the only one)
How will you ever know?
How will you ever know?
Starin' at his face
Instead I hear your voice
I hear your voice
With me
With the way
Gone for now but here to stay
But here to stay
I will always place your memory
For now
Exodus lyrics - De La Soul
It's the years that we own and we earned them
See the bridges we built now are burned down
Even though a few friends just returned them
Shit and shit there we affirm them
Go the path and as always the righteous
We know darkness
So we wipe dust
From our eyes, no surprise when the broom come
We do night like the honor, the moon, sun
People think we are linked to the solvent
Of the problem that's revolvin'
Around music today but it's not true
We just do it our way cause we're not you
But we know you
We embrace you like brothers, we stow you
With an outro that's also an intro
For the east, and the west, and the central
It's the years that we own and we earned them
See the bridges we built now are burned down
Even though a few friends just returned them
Shit and shit there we affirm them
Go the path and as always the righteous
We know darkness
So we wipe dust
From our eyes, no surprise when the broom come
We do night like the honor, the moon, sun
People think we are linked to the solvent
Of the problem that's revolvin'
Around music today but it's not true
We just do it our way cause we're not you
But we know you
We embrace you like brothers, we stow you
With an outro that's also an intro
For the east, and the west, and the central
It's the years that we own and we earned them
See the bridges we built now are burned down
Even though a few friends just returned them
Shit and shit there we affirm them
Go the path and as always the righteous
We know darkness
So we wipe dust
From our eyes, no surprise when the broom come
We do night like the honor, the moon, sun
People think we are linked to the solvent
Of the problem that's revolvin'
Around music today but it's not true
We just do it our way cause we're not you
But we know you
We embrace you like brothers, we stow you
With an outro that's also an intro
For the east, and the west, and the central
We are the present, the past and still the future. Bound by friendship, fueled and inspired by what's at stake. Saviors, heroes? Nah. Just common contributors hopin' that what we created inspires you to selflessly challenge and contribute. Sincerely, anonymously, nobody
See the bridges we built now are burned down
Even though a few friends just returned them
Shit and shit there we affirm them
Go the path and as always the righteous
We know darkness
So we wipe dust
From our eyes, no surprise when the broom come
We do night like the honor, the moon, sun
People think we are linked to the solvent
Of the problem that's revolvin'
Around music today but it's not true
We just do it our way cause we're not you
But we know you
We embrace you like brothers, we stow you
With an outro that's also an intro
For the east, and the west, and the central
It's the years that we own and we earned them
See the bridges we built now are burned down
Even though a few friends just returned them
Shit and shit there we affirm them
Go the path and as always the righteous
We know darkness
So we wipe dust
From our eyes, no surprise when the broom come
We do night like the honor, the moon, sun
People think we are linked to the solvent
Of the problem that's revolvin'
Around music today but it's not true
We just do it our way cause we're not you
But we know you
We embrace you like brothers, we stow you
With an outro that's also an intro
For the east, and the west, and the central
It's the years that we own and we earned them
See the bridges we built now are burned down
Even though a few friends just returned them
Shit and shit there we affirm them
Go the path and as always the righteous
We know darkness
So we wipe dust
From our eyes, no surprise when the broom come
We do night like the honor, the moon, sun
People think we are linked to the solvent
Of the problem that's revolvin'
Around music today but it's not true
We just do it our way cause we're not you
But we know you
We embrace you like brothers, we stow you
With an outro that's also an intro
For the east, and the west, and the central
We are the present, the past and still the future. Bound by friendship, fueled and inspired by what's at stake. Saviors, heroes? Nah. Just common contributors hopin' that what we created inspires you to selflessly challenge and contribute. Sincerely, anonymously, nobody
Let The King Ascend lyrics - De La Soul
[Posdnuos (Dave)]
Please subscribe to the membership, of unorthodox penmanship
25, arms in, yet the hunger and the eye still cries
Let the games begin (And the bull wins def at the matador's test)
The bully can't pull me out the S, the red cape
The Super Emcee, skateboard dunk fresh
(And the way we school) was a Jay Dee rule
to rock your hips, turn it up, and pay that nigga his chips!
(Yeah, Pay to the Jay, all day! And they say the Soul is one of the best)
to do it over a track from Dill, I'm like, "Nah, you need to study Phat Kat"
(and Slum Vill) The will of God was to give the man wings
To ascend and make music to blend, with the King of Kings
"Get ready on the right... ready on the left"
Please subscribe to the membership, of unorthodox penmanship
25, arms in, yet the hunger and the eye still cries
Let the games begin (And the bull wins def at the matador's test)
The bully can't pull me out the S, the red cape
The Super Emcee, skateboard dunk fresh
(And the way we school) was a Jay Dee rule
to rock your hips, turn it up, and pay that nigga his chips!
(Yeah, Pay to the Jay, all day! And they say the Soul is one of the best)
to do it over a track from Dill, I'm like, "Nah, you need to study Phat Kat"
(and Slum Vill) The will of God was to give the man wings
To ascend and make music to blend, with the King of Kings
"Get ready on the right... ready on the left"
Who lyrics - De La Soul (feat. Redman)
[Redman (Posdnuos)]
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
(Aiyyo get ya ass up and let's get ill!) {"Hold it now!"}
That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes... (Brick City)
[Pos]
Yo, don't scandalize mine
I spent too much time
Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk
Fetchin for crime, halt! Who goes there?
[Dove]
Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin Smokey the Bear
Shinin black like Darth Vader caps, they on stare
[Pos]
While we rockin it, I'll rock in it
Like the little ball inside the spray can
Providing three coats for both child, woman and man
[Chorus 1: Dave, Pos]
God bless them all, lay these Streets Wall to Wall
We go - oooh, {OWW!}, {"World...Famous"}
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry click
It went - {Oh my gosh...}
[Pos]
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
We outted out like a glass of tea
Better yet, oatmeal cooks, y'all just ROOKS to me
Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D
Why try? Maseo been sky high since Luke was Luke Skywalk'
My topic of talk is sheddin shame all over your game
It's life~! Afrocentric lovin was the past drug
A life filled with (WOO) that's what thug's love
Shoot fast, ass
Drug of your choice man, it muffles your voice, man
[Dove]
Now when I'm swimmin through the joint, I put the funk on hold
If you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up
We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss
Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss
[Pos]
Most crews are post-current while we're forever
Direct beats that's contagious, (loved by all ages!)
Graduated from the you-and-I-versity
of hard-hitters, for real
[Chorus 2: Dave, Pos]
I got peoples in the streets that'll blast your ass for this beat
And go - oooh, {OWW!} {"Yo, that's fat!"}
Yo, if you a big girl gettin your love between sheets
Go - oooh, {oooh!}
Put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin our sound
And go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooooooh!
{"How do I work this??"}
Uh, Marvin? {"Ooooh!"}
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
(Aiyyo get ya ass up and let's get ill!) {"Hold it now!"}
That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes... (Brick City)
[Pos]
Yo, don't scandalize mine
I spent too much time
Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk
Fetchin for crime, halt! Who goes there?
[Dove]
Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin Smokey the Bear
Shinin black like Darth Vader caps, they on stare
[Pos]
While we rockin it, I'll rock in it
Like the little ball inside the spray can
Providing three coats for both child, woman and man
[Chorus 1: Dave, Pos]
God bless them all, lay these Streets Wall to Wall
We go - oooh, {OWW!}, {"World...Famous"}
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry click
It went - {Oh my gosh...}
[Pos]
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
We outted out like a glass of tea
Better yet, oatmeal cooks, y'all just ROOKS to me
Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D
Why try? Maseo been sky high since Luke was Luke Skywalk'
My topic of talk is sheddin shame all over your game
It's life~! Afrocentric lovin was the past drug
A life filled with (WOO) that's what thug's love
Shoot fast, ass
Drug of your choice man, it muffles your voice, man
[Dove]
Now when I'm swimmin through the joint, I put the funk on hold
If you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up
We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss
Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss
[Pos]
Most crews are post-current while we're forever
Direct beats that's contagious, (loved by all ages!)
Graduated from the you-and-I-versity
of hard-hitters, for real
[Chorus 2: Dave, Pos]
I got peoples in the streets that'll blast your ass for this beat
And go - oooh, {OWW!} {"Yo, that's fat!"}
Yo, if you a big girl gettin your love between sheets
Go - oooh, {oooh!}
Put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin our sound
And go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooooooh!
{"How do I work this??"}
Uh, Marvin? {"Ooooh!"}
Dilla Plugged In lyrics - De La Soul
"Jay Dee, please... pick up-" [dial tone, number dialed]
("Are we on the air?") Uh-uh
("Are we on the air?") Yes, you are
("Hello, Ma! Uhh.. I'd like to hear a new beat on the request line")
("Okay, you got it. Coming up..") {"Get down!" - [James Brown]}
[Posdnuos]
Aiyyo, answering any alter service
Perogative praised positively I'm acquitted
Enemies publicly shame my utility
But after the battle they're admitting I'm with it
Simply soothe will move, vinyl like groove
Transistors are never more shown with like
When vocal flow brings it all down in ruins
Designed with the sounds of Dilla, we call it Plug Tunin'
[Chorus]
("Are we on the air?") We in the D tonight, y'all
("Are we on the air?") We live with Dilla tonight
("Are we on the air?") Yo, shout out to Ma Dukes ("Hello, Ma!")
[Dave]
Aiyyo, gaze at the sight of a method
Dive beneath the depth of a neverending verse
Gasping and swallowing every last letter
Vocalised liquid holds the quench of your thirst
Reasons for the rhythm is for causes unknown
Different individuals are dazzled by the showbiz
Auditions are gathered but the Soul would just rather
Hold a count at three.. and in the end leave it as it is
Flow to the sway of my do-re, mi
Leaving are fixed lunatics who will hawk
Words are sent to the vents of all humans
Then converted to a phrase called talk
Musical notes will send a new motto
Every last poem is recited at noon {"Get down!" - [James Brown]}
Focus is set, let your Polaroids click
As they capture the essence of Dilla with this Plug Tunin'
[Chorus]
("Are we on the air?") We in the D tonight, y'all
("Are we on the air?") We live with Dilla tonight
("Are we on the air?") Yo, show love, it's Ma Dukes ("Hello, Ma!")
[Posdnuos]
Flowing in file with a new style
Barrels are cleaned and loaded for salute
Chanters with the choice standing steady like my mouthpiece
Paragraph preacher, now introduced
Drums are heard sounding off on each and every person
Vocal confetti is blown at top stage
Roses and violets aren't proper for throwing
when showing appreciation, why? This is a DA.I.S.Y. Age!
Hands won't sweat cause there's no threat
Mic will stay dry while placin Soul use
Rhymes aren't fables but stable to be on time
Cause they're marketed and labeled speaker 'Posdnuos'
This pitch will fit with every consumer
Microphone use in self will start blooming
Profit and cost should never be lost
All due to the sounds of Dilla, we call it Plug Tunin'
[Chorus]
("Are we on the air?") We in the D tonight
("Are we on the air?") We live with Dilla tonight, y'all
("Are we on the air?") Yeah, salute Ma Dukes ("Hello, Ma!")
("Are we on the air?") We in the D tonight
("Are we on the air?") We reppin Dilla tonight, y'all
("Are we on the air?") Yeah, and put it up for Ma Dukes ("Hello, Ma!")
[Outro]
We get down tonight y'all...
{"Paid the-" "Jay!"}
("Are we on the air?") Uh-uh
("Are we on the air?") Yes, you are
("Hello, Ma! Uhh.. I'd like to hear a new beat on the request line")
("Okay, you got it. Coming up..") {"Get down!" - [James Brown]}
[Posdnuos]
Aiyyo, answering any alter service
Perogative praised positively I'm acquitted
Enemies publicly shame my utility
But after the battle they're admitting I'm with it
Simply soothe will move, vinyl like groove
Transistors are never more shown with like
When vocal flow brings it all down in ruins
Designed with the sounds of Dilla, we call it Plug Tunin'
[Chorus]
("Are we on the air?") We in the D tonight, y'all
("Are we on the air?") We live with Dilla tonight
("Are we on the air?") Yo, shout out to Ma Dukes ("Hello, Ma!")
[Dave]
Aiyyo, gaze at the sight of a method
Dive beneath the depth of a neverending verse
Gasping and swallowing every last letter
Vocalised liquid holds the quench of your thirst
Reasons for the rhythm is for causes unknown
Different individuals are dazzled by the showbiz
Auditions are gathered but the Soul would just rather
Hold a count at three.. and in the end leave it as it is
Flow to the sway of my do-re, mi
Leaving are fixed lunatics who will hawk
Words are sent to the vents of all humans
Then converted to a phrase called talk
Musical notes will send a new motto
Every last poem is recited at noon {"Get down!" - [James Brown]}
Focus is set, let your Polaroids click
As they capture the essence of Dilla with this Plug Tunin'
[Chorus]
("Are we on the air?") We in the D tonight, y'all
("Are we on the air?") We live with Dilla tonight
("Are we on the air?") Yo, show love, it's Ma Dukes ("Hello, Ma!")
[Posdnuos]
Flowing in file with a new style
Barrels are cleaned and loaded for salute
Chanters with the choice standing steady like my mouthpiece
Paragraph preacher, now introduced
Drums are heard sounding off on each and every person
Vocal confetti is blown at top stage
Roses and violets aren't proper for throwing
when showing appreciation, why? This is a DA.I.S.Y. Age!
Hands won't sweat cause there's no threat
Mic will stay dry while placin Soul use
Rhymes aren't fables but stable to be on time
Cause they're marketed and labeled speaker 'Posdnuos'
This pitch will fit with every consumer
Microphone use in self will start blooming
Profit and cost should never be lost
All due to the sounds of Dilla, we call it Plug Tunin'
[Chorus]
("Are we on the air?") We in the D tonight
("Are we on the air?") We live with Dilla tonight, y'all
("Are we on the air?") Yeah, salute Ma Dukes ("Hello, Ma!")
("Are we on the air?") We in the D tonight
("Are we on the air?") We reppin Dilla tonight, y'all
("Are we on the air?") Yeah, and put it up for Ma Dukes ("Hello, Ma!")
[Outro]
We get down tonight y'all...
{"Paid the-" "Jay!"}
Goes With The Word lyrics - De La Soul
[Dave:]
Yo, everybody's sayin... what to do
when sucka lunatics start diggin and chewin
They don't know, that the Soul don't go
for that, potholes in my lawn
And that goes for my rhyme sheet
Which I concentrated so hard on, see
I don't ask for maximum security
Aiyyo, my dwellin is swellin
Nipped my bud when I happened to fall
Into a spot, where no ink or an ink-blot
Was on my scroll, wrote me a new 'mot'
But now it's gone, cause those punks knew that I hate
To recognise when they come thru, they leave with the words
(Potholes in my lawn..)
[Posdnuos:]
Yeah, I've found that it's not wise
To leave my garden untended cause eyes
have now pardoned all laws of privacy
Even paws are after my writer
See, I pursue that everyone's sayin
What to do when suckers start preyin
On my well-guarded spreadsheets
Oh why, hell does it send up fleets
Of evil-doers through the big hole
Get them evil-doers who be diggin holes
Which leaves my lawn with lawn-chew
I think I'd better plant traces, give clues
Or better yet call 911
..And when they get here I inform them I'm the Plug One
Open a chair and let them realize the reason
For concern of the Soul..
But yo, check it we gonna do it like this
You say ain't no Dilla like the one I got!
(No one can do shit better!)
His beats held the DNA of hip-hop
(And kept it hot like a thermal sweater!)
Can't duplicate it so just leave it alone
(Naw, you can't duplicate the sound, boy!)
He has the universal sound but the D was his home
The D was his home (Motown), the D was his home
The D was his home (Motown), the D was his home
The D was his home (Motown), the D was his home
The D was his home (Motown), the D was his home {"MOTOWN"}
"This is the city of Detroit, in the state of Michigan"
"Now, WAIT A-" "This ain't no motherfuckin cinema, BITCH!"
Yo, everybody's sayin... what to do
when sucka lunatics start diggin and chewin
They don't know, that the Soul don't go
for that, potholes in my lawn
And that goes for my rhyme sheet
Which I concentrated so hard on, see
I don't ask for maximum security
Aiyyo, my dwellin is swellin
Nipped my bud when I happened to fall
Into a spot, where no ink or an ink-blot
Was on my scroll, wrote me a new 'mot'
But now it's gone, cause those punks knew that I hate
To recognise when they come thru, they leave with the words
(Potholes in my lawn..)
[Posdnuos:]
Yeah, I've found that it's not wise
To leave my garden untended cause eyes
have now pardoned all laws of privacy
Even paws are after my writer
See, I pursue that everyone's sayin
What to do when suckers start preyin
On my well-guarded spreadsheets
Oh why, hell does it send up fleets
Of evil-doers through the big hole
Get them evil-doers who be diggin holes
Which leaves my lawn with lawn-chew
I think I'd better plant traces, give clues
Or better yet call 911
..And when they get here I inform them I'm the Plug One
Open a chair and let them realize the reason
For concern of the Soul..
But yo, check it we gonna do it like this
You say ain't no Dilla like the one I got!
(No one can do shit better!)
His beats held the DNA of hip-hop
(And kept it hot like a thermal sweater!)
Can't duplicate it so just leave it alone
(Naw, you can't duplicate the sound, boy!)
He has the universal sound but the D was his home
The D was his home (Motown), the D was his home
The D was his home (Motown), the D was his home
The D was his home (Motown), the D was his home
The D was his home (Motown), the D was his home {"MOTOWN"}
"This is the city of Detroit, in the state of Michigan"
"Now, WAIT A-" "This ain't no motherfuckin cinema, BITCH!"
Vocabulary Spills lyrics - De La Soul
("Nasty, ain't it?") Uh-huh.. two times
I'm the D to the... yeah
{"Vocabulary spills I'm ill - plus matic
I leave your brains stimulated" - [Nas]}
[Dave:]
Yo, I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high
Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lie
Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my loss
So I can earn the acres the houses and the horses
Of course it's much greater than your Benx or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is the apex, uh-huh
Much too complex, effects be live like Das
Making moves down South, to avoid the bull
And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin
They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin
Fazin those who're supposed to have the last laugh
Even when I'm gone I'm reappearin in the af'
I haveta, send respects to real money makers
Do not connect us with those champagne hoes
Taste the quarter pound from here to New York
Don't swine, don't eat no pork~! Who am I?
The D to the...
("Do it again")
("Nasty, ain't it?")
Hey, I'm the P to the..
{"I leave your brains stimulated" - [Nas]}
[Posdnuos:]
Yep, I'm the most, coast, Eastern flav'
Droppin more knowledge than litter on your New York pave'
It's me, wonder why, place to be
Certified, as superior, MC
While others explore to make it hardcore
I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door
of rap, rhyme-y sometime
When we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see
the lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling
My rhymes escalates like black death rates
Over music plates, being played as the rule
Kids thinking stepping to the crew, you're labelled fools
who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching
We don't give a shit on what crew you run, or what section of earth
you reside, you're not even a man, nigga!
Yo, you not even a man, nigga
And I'm a man, cause my man said Soul for the life
You cried "Keepin it real", you should try keepin it right
That's understanding microphone mathematics
Leaves the currency in temporary world status
And when one shows he posed threat to this one
This one will make that one into none
Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero
If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from
And I'm the P to the...
I'm the D to the... yeah
{"Vocabulary spills I'm ill - plus matic
I leave your brains stimulated" - [Nas]}
[Dave:]
Yo, I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high
Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lie
Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my loss
So I can earn the acres the houses and the horses
Of course it's much greater than your Benx or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is the apex, uh-huh
Much too complex, effects be live like Das
Making moves down South, to avoid the bull
And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin
They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin
Fazin those who're supposed to have the last laugh
Even when I'm gone I'm reappearin in the af'
I haveta, send respects to real money makers
Do not connect us with those champagne hoes
Taste the quarter pound from here to New York
Don't swine, don't eat no pork~! Who am I?
The D to the...
("Do it again")
("Nasty, ain't it?")
Hey, I'm the P to the..
{"I leave your brains stimulated" - [Nas]}
[Posdnuos:]
Yep, I'm the most, coast, Eastern flav'
Droppin more knowledge than litter on your New York pave'
It's me, wonder why, place to be
Certified, as superior, MC
While others explore to make it hardcore
I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door
of rap, rhyme-y sometime
When we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see
the lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling
My rhymes escalates like black death rates
Over music plates, being played as the rule
Kids thinking stepping to the crew, you're labelled fools
who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching
We don't give a shit on what crew you run, or what section of earth
you reside, you're not even a man, nigga!
Yo, you not even a man, nigga
And I'm a man, cause my man said Soul for the life
You cried "Keepin it real", you should try keepin it right
That's understanding microphone mathematics
Leaves the currency in temporary world status
And when one shows he posed threat to this one
This one will make that one into none
Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero
If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from
And I'm the P to the...
The Pitch lyrics - De La Soul
[Posdnuos:]
Yo, a Nubian sprocket is the one (one)
Plug One (One), cut the cap (cap)
Forward is the marcher of the chant (chant)
To the clan (clan), unless you slept (slept)
Willy to the Wonka of the feast (feast)
Smoke your blunts, but close your drapes (drapes)
If we get fined by police (police)
Don't sweat it, yo, I got the papes (papes)
Toxic is the talk that I tell
The not be held by the lady who's fat (fat)
Chris made the dope beat but no Bo Peeps
And you can't beat that... that's a fact
[Chorus:]
He's no batter
He's no batter, batter
He's no batter
He's no batter {"Here comes the pitch"}
[Dave:]
Swingin was that good ol' step (step)
It's Plug Dos (Dos), move ya gut
On gets by when it's kept (kept)
Three miles (miles) beats a strut
Forgivin them fools that's false (false)
I cook goose (goose) and serve a plate (plate)
Position is opposed to a loss
No cost, no relate
See Dave's got a badge of his own (own)
Because the link of the life got slack
I'ma lick her down to the Tootsie Pop
And he can't beat that... with a bat
(Can you beat that?)
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Swing.. that's how we do it, De La y'all
We just ride.. and take the train, take the train
Take the train.. train
Take the train, we takin the train
Take the train, take the train
Take..
Yo, a Nubian sprocket is the one (one)
Plug One (One), cut the cap (cap)
Forward is the marcher of the chant (chant)
To the clan (clan), unless you slept (slept)
Willy to the Wonka of the feast (feast)
Smoke your blunts, but close your drapes (drapes)
If we get fined by police (police)
Don't sweat it, yo, I got the papes (papes)
Toxic is the talk that I tell
The not be held by the lady who's fat (fat)
Chris made the dope beat but no Bo Peeps
And you can't beat that... that's a fact
[Chorus:]
He's no batter
He's no batter, batter
He's no batter
He's no batter {"Here comes the pitch"}
[Dave:]
Swingin was that good ol' step (step)
It's Plug Dos (Dos), move ya gut
On gets by when it's kept (kept)
Three miles (miles) beats a strut
Forgivin them fools that's false (false)
I cook goose (goose) and serve a plate (plate)
Position is opposed to a loss
No cost, no relate
See Dave's got a badge of his own (own)
Because the link of the life got slack
I'ma lick her down to the Tootsie Pop
And he can't beat that... with a bat
(Can you beat that?)
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Swing.. that's how we do it, De La y'all
We just ride.. and take the train, take the train
Take the train.. train
Take the train, we takin the train
Take the train, take the train
Take..
O' Shut Up lyrics - De La Soul
It's not fair!
Before you say so... beat is crazy
[Dave:]
Yo, you go oodles and oodles of O's, y'know (Hola!)
You get 'em from my sister, you get 'em from my bro
All I is is man, and once an embryo
Am I solid gold? I don't cast a glow
Yes, I guess it's reflex, some have no control
I'd rather let a laughte, tally off I go
Canoeing in the river or out into the O
You just know me not, so not play the role
Some are lovey-Dovey, ah you crazy crow
Some shake your hand but this is called the Show
I was John Doe, now I'm Mr. Joliceau
Pissed with the witness, and now I adore
O's got the world cause O's was on tour
Girls gave the O's and oh my niggaz, for sure
Where they arose, well nobody knows
And what do they mean, I mean this how it goes
Oh shoot's got the O's, when you hold the dough
You know who you are but they didn't know
And now with respect they flex like a pro
You're first another nigga but NOOOOOOW....
[Chorus:]
Oodles of oodles of O's, y'know
We go oodles of oodles of O's, y'know
We go oodles of oodles of O's, y'know
We go oodles of oodles of O's, y'know - SHUT UP!!
[Posdnuos:]
Last of the fast Plug pipers at yo' do'
In ya eye, burning like rubbin alcoho'
Native is the Tongue that speaks the Guacomo
Kinfolk will play this in stere-ere-o
Chanters play the part of a herd of a show
Pos prints the peace on his jeans of Girbauds
But let the herd know, beef they wanna throw
Lunches of punches, is what we'll bestow
Oodles of O's enhance my "ho's" and mic checks
O's take the shape of medallions and specs
Don't forget the O's that let the air in my nose
Breathe in the fresh, stale hit the roads
Girls ask for flicks and unblock the po'
Eat the Al Greens... ("Love and Happiness")
My nigga Mase got something to say and it goes...
[Maseo scratches:]
"Oh SHIT!"
[Outro:]
[Whispers:]
Oh, ha-ha-ha oh shit!
Wait a minute... why the fuck am I whispering?
Before you say so... beat is crazy
[Dave:]
Yo, you go oodles and oodles of O's, y'know (Hola!)
You get 'em from my sister, you get 'em from my bro
All I is is man, and once an embryo
Am I solid gold? I don't cast a glow
Yes, I guess it's reflex, some have no control
I'd rather let a laughte, tally off I go
Canoeing in the river or out into the O
You just know me not, so not play the role
Some are lovey-Dovey, ah you crazy crow
Some shake your hand but this is called the Show
I was John Doe, now I'm Mr. Joliceau
Pissed with the witness, and now I adore
O's got the world cause O's was on tour
Girls gave the O's and oh my niggaz, for sure
Where they arose, well nobody knows
And what do they mean, I mean this how it goes
Oh shoot's got the O's, when you hold the dough
You know who you are but they didn't know
And now with respect they flex like a pro
You're first another nigga but NOOOOOOW....
[Chorus:]
Oodles of oodles of O's, y'know
We go oodles of oodles of O's, y'know
We go oodles of oodles of O's, y'know
We go oodles of oodles of O's, y'know - SHUT UP!!
[Posdnuos:]
Last of the fast Plug pipers at yo' do'
In ya eye, burning like rubbin alcoho'
Native is the Tongue that speaks the Guacomo
Kinfolk will play this in stere-ere-o
Chanters play the part of a herd of a show
Pos prints the peace on his jeans of Girbauds
But let the herd know, beef they wanna throw
Lunches of punches, is what we'll bestow
Oodles of O's enhance my "ho's" and mic checks
O's take the shape of medallions and specs
Don't forget the O's that let the air in my nose
Breathe in the fresh, stale hit the roads
Girls ask for flicks and unblock the po'
Eat the Al Greens... ("Love and Happiness")
My nigga Mase got something to say and it goes...
[Maseo scratches:]
"Oh SHIT!"
[Outro:]
[Whispers:]
Oh, ha-ha-ha oh shit!
Wait a minute... why the fuck am I whispering?
No More No Less lyrics - De La Soul
(Three's the magic number)
(Yes it is)
(It's the magic number)
(Yes it is)
(Three's the magic number)
(Yes it is)
(It's the magic)
You go difficult preachin' is Posdunous' pleasure
Pleasure and preachin' starts in the heart
Something that stimulates the music in the measure
Measure in the music breaks in three parts
Casually see but don't do like the soul
Cause seein' and doin' are actions for monkeys
Doin' hip hop hustle, no rock and roll
Unless your name's Brewster, Brewster's a punky
Parents let go cause there's magic in the air
Criticizin' rap, shows you're out of order
Stop look and listen to the phrasin' Fred Astaires
And don't get mad sir Mase is smashin' your daughter
A tri-lateral system is now set
As usually stands for Da.I.S.Y productions
It stands for "da inner sound y'all" and y'all can bet
That the action's not a trick, but showing of a function
(No more no less)
Three's the magic
It's word to Jake yo', we indeed
(We don't have to guess)
The Maseo, Plug dos and me
We tally up to make the number (three)
Focus is formed by flaunts of the soul
Souls who flaunt styles gain praises by pounds
Common are speakers who be honoring the scroll
Scroll written daily creates a new sound
Listeners listen, cause this here's wisdom
Wisdom of a Speaker, a Dove and a Plug
Yo, set aside a substance that you feed 'em
Now get 'em high off this dialect drug
Time is a factor so it's time that counts
Count not the negative actions of one
Speakers of soul say it's time to shout
Three forms the soul to a positive sum
Dance to this fix and flex every muscle
Space can be filled if you clap baby, clap!
(Yes it is)
(It's the magic number)
(Yes it is)
(Three's the magic number)
(Yes it is)
(It's the magic)
You go difficult preachin' is Posdunous' pleasure
Pleasure and preachin' starts in the heart
Something that stimulates the music in the measure
Measure in the music breaks in three parts
Casually see but don't do like the soul
Cause seein' and doin' are actions for monkeys
Doin' hip hop hustle, no rock and roll
Unless your name's Brewster, Brewster's a punky
Parents let go cause there's magic in the air
Criticizin' rap, shows you're out of order
Stop look and listen to the phrasin' Fred Astaires
And don't get mad sir Mase is smashin' your daughter
A tri-lateral system is now set
As usually stands for Da.I.S.Y productions
It stands for "da inner sound y'all" and y'all can bet
That the action's not a trick, but showing of a function
(No more no less)
Three's the magic
It's word to Jake yo', we indeed
(We don't have to guess)
The Maseo, Plug dos and me
We tally up to make the number (three)
Focus is formed by flaunts of the soul
Souls who flaunt styles gain praises by pounds
Common are speakers who be honoring the scroll
Scroll written daily creates a new sound
Listeners listen, cause this here's wisdom
Wisdom of a Speaker, a Dove and a Plug
Yo, set aside a substance that you feed 'em
Now get 'em high off this dialect drug
Time is a factor so it's time that counts
Count not the negative actions of one
Speakers of soul say it's time to shout
Three forms the soul to a positive sum
Dance to this fix and flex every muscle
Space can be filled if you clap baby, clap!
Opening Credits lyrics - De La Soul
Yo, I'm telling you man, we can do this man
It'll be easy! Come on man, it ain't a prison
It's a college dorm - an all-girls college dorm
With two chicks in it who wanna give us some ass!
(What? Okay what bitch you wanna give me some...)
Yeah, that's my man Jacob, we all call him Pop
For the longest we've been callin him Pop
Shit, I've never called P anything else but that
I heard he got the name from his addiction to poppin bubble wrap
Shoulda been 'cause he popped a lotta shit
(Man, you know what my moms would do if I let you
Drag me into this shit and we get caught doin it?)
That's my nigga D - short for Deen
Known each other since Grade 4
And I've been cheatin off his homework since Grade 5
Yessir, best friends ever since then
I guess I'm the Yang to the nigga Yin
'Cause I always take chances while he's always playin it safe
Yeah, we're different
But the differences seem to compliment everything we do
Yo, Deen Whitter paw, major investment
The first of a litter like a Georgetown mascot
And you Toto stuck in a basket
And momma made a man of bein stuck with a bastard
Ha! Good Lord, I was alone in the womb
And so I came out too soon as a preemie
Just so you could see me
To be me is to be in the life of the jam
'Pop' Life y'all, that's who I am
Yessir, crown study it's that old boy grad (yea)
Got up out the hood, I want that dough boy bag
Me and P sign emerge and raise that index boss
Stay heavy like a brand new Chevy truck
What the fuck? I'm not a dreadlock Rasta
Just an asshole who crashed his brother's Mazda (while weeded!)
I proceeded to unjam the door
Limped to the drive-thru, ordered at number four
Drive through hop in parking lot practice
Thou spit the verses if he begat this
Lack this? Most do, so toast to two
Who have nuff actions to back this
From the inner city blues to that cactus green
We're gonna stur a bit of milk until we make it cream
Full steam ahead we ahead of the curb
It's Deen Witter (Pop Life) {who want the first serve?}
Yeah, that shit is crazy! Whoo!
Yo-yo the cuts can go right here! (Yeah yeah, that'll be hot)
This fuckin thing has Jam-Master Jay type cuts and shit (True true)
And yo, we should get like about three girls to sing on this shit!
Why you always gotta get chicks like on it?
Yeah man, all the niggaz do that...
Yo... is that your moms, man?
Open the do'!
Yea, moms is knockin
Shit!
Open this damn door, Deen!! Who lock this door?!
That was you
Nah, that was you!
Deen Lamont Witter!
Yea, ma?
Whatchu doin down there? You drinkin gin and juice?
I'm 'bout to smoke this weed!
Nigga, put the weed away! She might come down here..
Yeah nigga, don't be so fuckin scared!
Whatever
You betta not be down there, smokin narcotic
She drunk
Takin them Ecstasys and Jalils
Yo, yo moms say you do X?
Hell naw nigga, you crazy
So what the fuck is Jalil?!!
S'all's good, she just like Whodini
Whodini? Uh, it's just Ecstasy, Miss Witter
Who the fuck is that?!! Maurice?!
Naw, it's Jacob, Miss Witter
Jacob?!
Yeah!
Aw, Hail Mary, come with me!!
Oh.. God..
What do we have here now?
Oh, she's drunk
Y'all in there rappin, you still at it, huh?
She 'bout to talk college
Two fools with a college education, what they say?
It was all a dream, wasn't it?!
I guess y'all two down there still sleep
I ain't squeeze yo' little ass out of me
So you go get shot over some East Coast/West Coast pork!
..It's actually, beef, Miss Witter
Yo...
Shut the fuck up, Maurice!!
It's Jacob, Miss Witter
Yo!!
Not John, not Johnny, not Joe, Jacob
What?! Oh I know your name, boy!
Now hold on, lemme tell you somethin!
I mean, you barely know me since the third grade
Aw, you gotta stop..
Whatchu need to do, is go wrap ya ass around a job call
And don't let go!! Ya heard me? Now open this door, Deen!
Open this door, Deen!!
It'll be easy! Come on man, it ain't a prison
It's a college dorm - an all-girls college dorm
With two chicks in it who wanna give us some ass!
(What? Okay what bitch you wanna give me some...)
Yeah, that's my man Jacob, we all call him Pop
For the longest we've been callin him Pop
Shit, I've never called P anything else but that
I heard he got the name from his addiction to poppin bubble wrap
Shoulda been 'cause he popped a lotta shit
(Man, you know what my moms would do if I let you
Drag me into this shit and we get caught doin it?)
That's my nigga D - short for Deen
Known each other since Grade 4
And I've been cheatin off his homework since Grade 5
Yessir, best friends ever since then
I guess I'm the Yang to the nigga Yin
'Cause I always take chances while he's always playin it safe
Yeah, we're different
But the differences seem to compliment everything we do
Yo, Deen Whitter paw, major investment
The first of a litter like a Georgetown mascot
And you Toto stuck in a basket
And momma made a man of bein stuck with a bastard
Ha! Good Lord, I was alone in the womb
And so I came out too soon as a preemie
Just so you could see me
To be me is to be in the life of the jam
'Pop' Life y'all, that's who I am
Yessir, crown study it's that old boy grad (yea)
Got up out the hood, I want that dough boy bag
Me and P sign emerge and raise that index boss
Stay heavy like a brand new Chevy truck
What the fuck? I'm not a dreadlock Rasta
Just an asshole who crashed his brother's Mazda (while weeded!)
I proceeded to unjam the door
Limped to the drive-thru, ordered at number four
Drive through hop in parking lot practice
Thou spit the verses if he begat this
Lack this? Most do, so toast to two
Who have nuff actions to back this
From the inner city blues to that cactus green
We're gonna stur a bit of milk until we make it cream
Full steam ahead we ahead of the curb
It's Deen Witter (Pop Life) {who want the first serve?}
Yeah, that shit is crazy! Whoo!
Yo-yo the cuts can go right here! (Yeah yeah, that'll be hot)
This fuckin thing has Jam-Master Jay type cuts and shit (True true)
And yo, we should get like about three girls to sing on this shit!
Why you always gotta get chicks like on it?
Yeah man, all the niggaz do that...
Yo... is that your moms, man?
Open the do'!
Yea, moms is knockin
Shit!
Open this damn door, Deen!! Who lock this door?!
That was you
Nah, that was you!
Deen Lamont Witter!
Yea, ma?
Whatchu doin down there? You drinkin gin and juice?
I'm 'bout to smoke this weed!
Nigga, put the weed away! She might come down here..
Yeah nigga, don't be so fuckin scared!
Whatever
You betta not be down there, smokin narcotic
She drunk
Takin them Ecstasys and Jalils
Yo, yo moms say you do X?
Hell naw nigga, you crazy
So what the fuck is Jalil?!!
S'all's good, she just like Whodini
Whodini? Uh, it's just Ecstasy, Miss Witter
Who the fuck is that?!! Maurice?!
Naw, it's Jacob, Miss Witter
Jacob?!
Yeah!
Aw, Hail Mary, come with me!!
Oh.. God..
What do we have here now?
Oh, she's drunk
Y'all in there rappin, you still at it, huh?
She 'bout to talk college
Two fools with a college education, what they say?
It was all a dream, wasn't it?!
I guess y'all two down there still sleep
I ain't squeeze yo' little ass out of me
So you go get shot over some East Coast/West Coast pork!
..It's actually, beef, Miss Witter
Yo...
Shut the fuck up, Maurice!!
It's Jacob, Miss Witter
Yo!!
Not John, not Johnny, not Joe, Jacob
What?! Oh I know your name, boy!
Now hold on, lemme tell you somethin!
I mean, you barely know me since the third grade
Aw, you gotta stop..
Whatchu need to do, is go wrap ya ass around a job call
And don't let go!! Ya heard me? Now open this door, Deen!
Open this door, Deen!!
Pushin' Aside, Pushin' Along lyrics - De La Soul
I'ma get to be the king of New York
When the queen and the crib be killing my nights
And a horse rode in her
She swear the fresh prince gonna fail
Parents just don't understand
I'm just trying to get my kid on
Posing in the mirror design
A stone chizzling the dmc, a pedigree m
A better me then
Shit I'm chasing this bus
Once we get on peak it's all about us
Yeah but you can be a lawyer, put them down father boy
Sory ma', I'm a microphone fiend,
Addicted of the concept of rolling with a team
And rolling up sleeves in some boss' office
That all the mind of another man
Switch that on the...up to this other plan
But she snap back at me like a rubber band
More concern cause she swim in the gutter
I just wanna cop her a crib and pops, well I don't know him
His position on the build is a veto
All our asses I'll be treated like an equal
Come on mom
Through the doubt and the stress
My eyes stay glue
If it all goes wrong,
I'll push it aside
I'll keep pushin' along
Through the stress and no other doubt
My eyes are so glued to it
Like the words in the song
We just pusin' aside, pushin' along
Yep, attention from the parents
They just want the best, they want your ass up in...without falling
Explain it to them it is my calling
It's like wearing a pack that has a parachute that might not open
And anyways, this shouldn't even be descended
In they mind, up world, with your wings extended
Flight time is the best way,
But I'm listening to what my heart and my chest say
I want the rap game, my mama wanna...me
Pops like, don't even spend another day on it
He keeps putting me down,
Say I'm riding with my hobby in the front seat
Responsibilities in the trunk and really need to just switch it around
Unplug the dream, push it along
With talents in these streets is pusher of song
Put smiles on the pretty girls' face
And ... dudes embrace, when he's giving me that
You can see it in they eyes that this nigga can rap
But my father, said I need a real blue color
Can't support a family with a few dollars
But the damage is done, your son's a fiend
For microphone and break beats and drum machines
For large crowd yelling out Pop and Dean
It's swerve from the first serve making them lean
Through the doubt and the stress
My eyes stay glue
If it all goes wrong,
I'll push it aside
I'll keep pushin' along
Through the stress and no other doubt
My eyes are so glued to it
Like the words in the song
We just pusin' aside, pushin' along
They'll like more pain, problem, more stress
I'm like, more lanes, albums, more bless
They like, not cheering it, not even hearing it
When I talk about I'm trying to be a pioneer in it
They're like this not the real job to fall on
I'm like it's what my soul seems to call on
I wanna hear them say Jay we support you
But still in all I gotta do what I gotta do
Yeah, and I'ma ride with them... let this doggy doggy step outside
... the ... I used to slam doors shut
Mister parental advisor he was keeping his eyes on me
But this little piggy's trying to tell the world
With the blessing from his number one girl, I can do this mom
Through the doubt and the stress
My eyes stay glue
If it all goes wrong,
I'll push it aside
I'll keep pushin' along
Through the stress and no other doubt
My eyes are so glued to it
Like the words in the song
We just pusin' aside, pushin' along
When the queen and the crib be killing my nights
And a horse rode in her
She swear the fresh prince gonna fail
Parents just don't understand
I'm just trying to get my kid on
Posing in the mirror design
A stone chizzling the dmc, a pedigree m
A better me then
Shit I'm chasing this bus
Once we get on peak it's all about us
Yeah but you can be a lawyer, put them down father boy
Sory ma', I'm a microphone fiend,
Addicted of the concept of rolling with a team
And rolling up sleeves in some boss' office
That all the mind of another man
Switch that on the...up to this other plan
But she snap back at me like a rubber band
More concern cause she swim in the gutter
I just wanna cop her a crib and pops, well I don't know him
His position on the build is a veto
All our asses I'll be treated like an equal
Come on mom
Through the doubt and the stress
My eyes stay glue
If it all goes wrong,
I'll push it aside
I'll keep pushin' along
Through the stress and no other doubt
My eyes are so glued to it
Like the words in the song
We just pusin' aside, pushin' along
Yep, attention from the parents
They just want the best, they want your ass up in...without falling
Explain it to them it is my calling
It's like wearing a pack that has a parachute that might not open
And anyways, this shouldn't even be descended
In they mind, up world, with your wings extended
Flight time is the best way,
But I'm listening to what my heart and my chest say
I want the rap game, my mama wanna...me
Pops like, don't even spend another day on it
He keeps putting me down,
Say I'm riding with my hobby in the front seat
Responsibilities in the trunk and really need to just switch it around
Unplug the dream, push it along
With talents in these streets is pusher of song
Put smiles on the pretty girls' face
And ... dudes embrace, when he's giving me that
You can see it in they eyes that this nigga can rap
But my father, said I need a real blue color
Can't support a family with a few dollars
But the damage is done, your son's a fiend
For microphone and break beats and drum machines
For large crowd yelling out Pop and Dean
It's swerve from the first serve making them lean
Through the doubt and the stress
My eyes stay glue
If it all goes wrong,
I'll push it aside
I'll keep pushin' along
Through the stress and no other doubt
My eyes are so glued to it
Like the words in the song
We just pusin' aside, pushin' along
They'll like more pain, problem, more stress
I'm like, more lanes, albums, more bless
They like, not cheering it, not even hearing it
When I talk about I'm trying to be a pioneer in it
They're like this not the real job to fall on
I'm like it's what my soul seems to call on
I wanna hear them say Jay we support you
But still in all I gotta do what I gotta do
Yeah, and I'ma ride with them... let this doggy doggy step outside
... the ... I used to slam doors shut
Mister parental advisor he was keeping his eyes on me
But this little piggy's trying to tell the world
With the blessing from his number one girl, I can do this mom
Through the doubt and the stress
My eyes stay glue
If it all goes wrong,
I'll push it aside
I'll keep pushin' along
Through the stress and no other doubt
My eyes are so glued to it
Like the words in the song
We just pusin' aside, pushin' along
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