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(When I)
(First heard) (Criminal) (Minded) (I was in...) (Damn where was I?) (...seventh grade) (Battlin' this other emcee) (Smokin' a blunt and drinkin' a 40 down lower East Side with my niggas) (I have no idea where I was it was so long ago) (I was on my way to a family reunion in a car on the Long Island expressway when I heard it) (Rooselvelt Projects) (I was in...) (I was outside of church when I was really little and I was doing the wop with this girl) (Red Alert played one of the songs on the radio) (It was so long ago) (Yo Merce, what's up, this is Hanson, man, I want you to peep that out. Yo, kid... I was at this party, this hype party when I heard KRS' Criminal Minded. I'll call you back, peace.) (All right!) (All right!) (All right!) (All right!) POS: Channeling, in sync so my what brings that testament To cover twelve inches of funk Flip like as if I was the Dalek himself Specialising in cleansing like the its of Elephants, Dove hits bibles out the park, man Don't wven try to toss bleach, I'm too dark and Major more soul than James' "Escapism" De La Soul is here to stay like racism Patrick know and I'mma put the pillow off the bed As I lurk up on your thoughts while phones on your head Riff a tech pro, flex Sue, running you the links Scout weather, pouring rain outta duck's survive links And if one winks for pink slips, the slips are short Dull-minded as sperm, to give out for the souls I report I sport too fly for the forty-ounce drinker I sport too fly for a forty-ounce thinker A fresh linen scent so sniffer on the two-inch A talker of the berg without weed influence So stick to you Naughty By Natures and your Kane 'Cause graffiti that I based upn the wax is insane DOVE: Grand groove, I wish I had the flavor bid Give me six bottles of beer, I take the seventh one free I got the chandelier, kick, constructed by my man Little elf, big four gets the zootie for the self Long Island living, what, twelve o'clock dawn Jiggy-not see me so I trip straight to your porches Mr Partymaker puts the boogers in your bottle Straw it and drink, what bees gotta be's 'Cause I snort the crazy-crazies Man, I kick the Franken-style, dig the bolts in my neck Wreck, ship, boat, rock Heavy metal grooves ain't the infinite Here I hips to the hops I'm looking for the words in the faces of a prince That brother been down ever since soaked cheese And motor go smiling Hey, how ya doin' Now, meet in front of Big Lou's fighting Hey, y'all reminisce, six streets, little miles Straight to my avenue (Aaaah... aaaggh) Six streets, went miles straight to my avenue I'm headed for the bigger E, for the bitter OE, not me Here's my Malibu, child, here's my Malibu Buckshot honeys, dig a gun and go aaaahhhhh... |
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3 That's the Magic Number Yes it is It's the magic number Somewhere in this hip hop soul community Was born 3 Mase Dove and me And that's the magic number (What does it all mean?) Difficult preaching is Posdnuos' pleasure Pleasure and preaching starts in the heart Something that stimulates the music in my measure Measure in my music raised 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, 'cause Brewsters are funky Parents let go 'cause there's magic in the air Criticising rap shows you're out of order Stop look and listen to the phrase Fred Astaires And don't get offended while Mase do-se-do's your daughter A tri-camera rolls since our music's now set Fly rhymes are stored on a D.A.I.S.Y. production It stands for "Da Inner Sound Y'all" and y'all can bet That the action's not a trick, but showing the function Everybody wants to be a deejay Everybody wants to be an emcee But being speakers are the best and you don't have to guess De La Soul posse consists of three And that's the magic number DOVE This here piece of the pie Is not desser but the course that we dine And three out of every darn time The effect is "Mmmm" when a daisy grows in your mind Showing true position, this here piece is Kissin' the part of the pie that's missin' When that negative number fills up the cavity Maybe you can subtract it You can call it your lucky partner Maybe you can call it your adjective But odd as it may be Without my 1 and 2 where would there be My 3 Mase Pos and Me And that's the Magic Number Focus is formed by flaunts to the soul Souls who flaunt styles gain praises by pounds Common are speakers who are never scrolls Scrolls written daily creates a new sound Listeners listen 'cause this here is wisdom Wisdom of a Speaker, a Dove and a Plug Set aside a legal substance to feed 'em For 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 rise like my lumber Advance to the tune but don't do the hustle Shake, rattle, roll to my Magic Number Now you may try to subtract it But it just won't go away Three times one? (What is it?) (One, two, three!) And that's a Magic Number (Yo, what's up?) (1, 2, 3) (I say, children, what does it all mean?) (Woah-woah-wo, 1, 2, 3) (I wouldn't lie to you) (No more no less, that's a magic number) (No more no less) (What it is?) (No more no less) (Do the shang-a-lang) (No more no less) (Anybody in the audience ever get hit by a car?) (No more no less) (How high's the water, mama?) (No more no less) (How high's the water, mama?) (No more no less) (Three feet high and rising) (No more no less) (Three) (That's a magic number) |
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Once again it's time to bite more soul A flavor you will savor in your soul Wax is distributed and then sold So watch it turn, bring your next of kin soul P.A. Mase has rocked it on the console Scream real hard until you blow your tonsils Bang-oh-bang until you burn your shoe soles 'Cause you are now dancing to the big soul DOVE: Live is the motion of the soul step Set the exposure to my one step This scene'll last to the next step All those in favor take a big step True to the Soul, we'll never back step In sense to that, we don't half step Just as a reminder from the last step Negative ones are lost in footsteps Levels we've set will never go down Competitions commence the step down Those involved with peace who know the Soul's down Can see that the Soul has got a new sound Dance until you find yourself a new part If you don't then I'll give you the True part When received you'll see the real small part Of the new way is no part at all POS: Pos and Dove is rarely caught not dressed in peace Movements always walking round now stressing peace When this biter should know true in peace Instead they cause violence and shoot out beef Still we are professing to be on a roll Public cause this party going on the road And if you crave sex, drugs and rock'n'roll Sent by the Quest, Jungle and De La Soul Give 'em a taste, Mase |
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Cool breeze
Rock that shit homie Rock Lyte as a Rock A a a a a as a rock Cool breeze Rockin' it rockin' it Rock You gotta rock it Keep on rockin' Rock's the best Rockin' music Cool breeze The king Of rock'n'roll Rock rock This world for you King Adrock Rock those bells I want Body body rock body body rock You are now rockin' with the best I put this together to Rock the house Michael? "I wanna" Rock! "With you" |
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Ahh yeah, ah ah ah
Prince Paul likes Buddy Posdnuos likes Buddy Trugoy likes Buddy Mase likes Buddy Wouldn't you like to Buddy too? Ooh Prince Paul needs a haircut Mase needs a haircut Posdnuos needs a haircut Trugoy would you please give us a haircut? Prince Paul needs a luuden Trugoy needs a luuden Posdnuos needs a luuden Mase needs a luuden Everybody I want to just get a luuden Paul has dandruff Posdnuos has a lot of dandruff Mase has big fat dandruff Trugoy has dandruff Everybody in the world, you have dandruff Dante is a scrubb Dante is a scrubb (scrubb) Dante is a scrubb (is a big scrubb) Dante is a scrubb (a super scrubb) (scrubb) (And ya not gettin' the haircut either, scrubb!) |
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Access to her code Lovestruck was my mode Took a look, dropped my textbook Jenifa... (oh!) Breakfast, broke it fast She was in my english class Asked for notes, rocked my boat Jenifa... (oh!) Jenny Lost her favourite penny So I gave her a dollar She kissed me (and I hollered) In a flash the school bell rang Jenny grabbed on to my hand Took me home and said, trugoy just Swing and swing and swing Pos: The downstairs, where we met I brought records, she cassettes Lost the breaks, found her shape Jenifa, oh jenny Transcripts showed more than flirt 'i love daisies' read her shirt Grabbed my jeans, jimmy screamed Jenifa, oh jenny Marvelous Shaped like a vase No one can live their life for pos Found a house, aroused my joust Jenifa, oh jenny Her clothes, I did shuck Just like dan I strictly stuck To the punt, she cried 'kick it' Posdnuos was in Jenny Only thought about jimmy But asked was I a virgin Like some kid named derwin? She said 'let's try it in the bathroom' But 'dnuos is way above sinks So to the kitchen she did dan And came back wrapped in saran (now wait a minute! little derwin got something to Show us that jenny could never do. listen...) (hey. look at little derwin. look at him go, look at him go! Awww, baby.) Dove: Positions, muscles flexed Dove was lost in a ghana hex Passed her test, felt her teddy Jenifa oh jenny Notions Soothed the mood Dove was lost in de la heaven Screwed plug two, did the do Jenifa oh jenny Jenny Teased my homeboy granny In fact she teased so many She was known as a garden tool Pos: No more I dispatched Was it jimmy had met his match Or could it be the realisation All girls owned a jenny For normal health I had fought A valuable lesson she had taught Don't flaunt that the candy is good Unless you came with plenty |
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(Mary had a little lamb) That's a fib she had two twins though and one crib Now she's only fourteen, what a start But this effect is ground common in these parts Now life in this world can be such a bitch And dreams are often torn and shattered and hard to stitch Negative's the attitude that runs the show When the stage is the G-H-E-T-T-O DOVE: Which is the one to blame when bullets blow Either Peter, Jane, or John or Joe But Joe can't shoot a gun, he's always drunk And Peter's pimping Jane, and John's a punk Infested are the halls, also the brains Daddy's broken down from ghetto pains Mommy's flying high, the truth is shown The kids are all alone, 'cause it's just the ghetto thang IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD) POS: Who ranks the baddest brother, the ones who rule This title is sought by the coolest fool Define coolest fool? Easy, the one who needs Attention in the largest span and loves to lead Always found at the jams, but never dance Just provoke violence due to one glance The future plays no matter, just the present flow When the greeting place is the G-H-E-T-T-O DOVE: Lies are pointed strong into your skull Deep within your brain against the wall To hide or just erase the glowing note Of how to use the ghetto as a scapegoat Truth from Trugoy's mouth is here to scar Those who blame the G for all bizarre So open up your vents and record well For this is where we stand, for the True tell Ghetto gained a ghetto name from ghetto ways Now there could be some ghetto gangs and ghetto play If ghetto thang can have its way in ghetto range Then there must be some ghetto love and ghetto change Though confident they keep it kept, we know for fact They lie like ghettos form, 'cause people lack To see that they must all get out the ghetto hold The truth they never told, 'cause it's just the ghetto thang IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD) POS: Do people really wish when they blow Out the cake candles, and if so Is it for the sunken truth which could arise From out the characters in which the ghetto hides Roses in the ring supply their shown relief Granted it's planted by their shown belief Kill and feed off your own brother man Has quickly been adopted as the master plan Posses of our people has yet to provoke Freedom or death to them, it's just a joke What causes this defect, I don't know Maybe it's the G-H-E-T-T-O IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD) Standing in the rain is nothing felt When problems hold more value, but never dealt With buildings crumbling to the ground Impact noise is silent sound But who's the one to say this life is wrong When ghetto life is chosen strong We seem to be misled about our dreams But dreams ain't what it seem when it's just the ghetto thang IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD) |
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(Ecoutez. A midi.)
(Quel heure est-il? Il est midi.) (C'est l'heure de dejeuner. Qu'est-ce qu'il y a a manger?) (Il y a saucisse, sans doute.) (Ecoutez et repetez. A midi.) (Quel heure est-il?) (Quel heure) (Quel heure est-il?) (Est-il?) (Il est midi. Midi. Midi. Il est midi. Il est midi.) (C'est l'heure de dejeuner.) (C'est l'heure de dejeuner. C'est l'heure de dejeuner. De dejeuner.) (C'est l'heure de dejeuner.) (Qu'est-ce qu'il y a a manger?) (Qu'est-ce qu'il y a?) |
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Greetings girl and welcome to my world of phrase I'm right up to bat It's a Daisy Age and you're about to walk top stage So wipe your Lottos on the mat Hip hop love this is and don't mind when I quiz your Involvements before the sun But clear your court 'cause this is a one man sport And who's better for this than Plug One Now you don't have to worry about me squashin' other deals 'Cause they've already been squooshed Freeze a frame about moods the same which we can continue Right behind the bush You'll stay with me Eye Know this But not because of all my earthly treasures Or regardless to the fact that I'm Posdnuos But because (Eye know Eye love you better) DOVE: May I cut this dance to introduce myself as The chosen one to speak Let me lay my hand across yours And aim a kiss upon your cheek They name's Plug Two And from the soul I bring you The Daisy of your choice May it be filled with the pleasure principle In circumference to my voice About those other Jennys I reckoned with Lost them all like a homework excuse This time the Magic Number is two 'Cause it takes two, not three, to seduce My destiny of love is brought to an apex Sex is a mere molecule In this world of love that I have for you It's true (Eye know Eye love you better) POS: Now it's time to let this rhyme style Get somewhat poured in the mold Take my hand and we'll pick my plantation Of Daisies for a bouquet of Soul Life will begin at the cut of a rim Take it as filled to the rim as in brim Squeeze your stoop like Betty Boop We'll make Campbell's Alphabet Soup And spell Plug One's within Forward march is the say When transistors will play Come into bed is the mood Dolby sound will be then top crowned When I put the needle into your groove I got a good thing And in full swing I show this in gifts, words or letters But even without those three Eye know you'll be close to me 'cause (Eye know I love you better) DOVE: It's I again and the song that I send Is taking steps to reach your heart Any moment you feel alone I can fill up your empty part We can ascend 'till we reach De La Heaven And in a spin we'll hit the Top Ten Then we will meet Mr Stuckie And Pos' brother Lucky will preach Let the wedding begin Shot by an arrow of cupid Through the string of a G-clef My dear, I claim you're def And if you can hear me, by golly gee, Trugoy is ready for what you possess We could live in my Plug Two home And on Mars where we could be all alone And we make a song for two, Picture perfect things and I sing of how (Eye know I love you better) |
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(It's hurting.)
(Smell your breath!) (You smell like Jabba.) (Your nose is what's doing it.) (You're talking into the recording... YO!) (Okay Lucky, start it off.) Take take take take take it off... Take it off, take take take take it off Take it off, take take take take it off, Take it off, take take take take it off, Take it off, Take it OFF! (Take that suede front off) Take it OFF! (Take those contacts off) Take it OFF! (Take that horsemeat off) Take it OFF! (Take those shell-toes off) Take it OFF! (Take those track fleas off) Take it OFF! (Take that doo-rag off) Take it OFF! (Take that moth rag off) Take it OFF! (Take those fat laces off) Take it OFF! (Take that bomber off) Take it OFF! (Take that BVD off) Take it OFF! (Take those Converse off) Take it OFF! (And those Gazelles too) Take it OFF! (Take that Kangol off) Take it OFF! (Take that Jordache off) Take it OFF! (Take that Afro off) Take it OFF! (Take that jhericurl off) Take it OFF! (Take that Le Tigre off) Take those acid-washed jeans, bell-bottomed, designed by your mama... off? Please? Please.. |
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Please listen to this simple De La style I'm gonna sing It's strongly directed to all the misery you're bringing Now I'm not all about dissing someone else personnel But there's no quota on your odor - That's right, you smell Now you might feel a little embarassed, don't take it too hard And don't make it worse by covering it up with some Right Guard Before you even put on your silk shirt and fat gold rope Please take your big ass to the bathroom And please use (A little bit of soap....) |
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I was walking on the water when I saw a crocodile He had daisies in his hat, so I stopped him for a while He delivered me a message, a massage to soothe my stage What it was was more then plug-up dosage more than DAISY age conversation drew a rule, which the crowd will roar by millions Mr. Crocodile said, 'Dove, you must look for now the villains Try to hold you underwater, but one thing we all must heed Sony Walkmans keep us walking, De La Soul can help you breathe when you tread water' As I walked along my journey, I thought 'What have I just learned?' In a flash I saw commotion there was movement in these ferns Silently the silence came, was it the end of my world? I shouted out in fear, 'Who's there?' 'It's me,' said Mr. Squirrel 'I've searched for you all over, now you're found, no time to waste. We must find the Preacher Man, we must find the P.A. Mase. All my population's dying, and we're all in tune to doom. Like the Daisy, I need water I need chesnuts to consume.' 'Mr. Squirrel,' I said, 'I'm sorry, but the problem can't be solved If there's no one here to help, and no one to get involved Always look to the positive and never drop your head For the water will engulf us if we do not dare to tread So let's tread water' POS: Now one weary day I woke, my alarm said 'Plug time's up' Filled my bath up with the water, gargled with my gargle cup As I bathed I felt a presence, and I'm sort of ticklish I looked down and then around and I heard, 'Hi! I'm Mr Fish. How do you do? As for me, I'm in tip-top shape today, cause my water's clean and no-one's menu says Fresh Fish Filet See I look past all my worries, which is something you must do Though you're fed up, throw your head up With this advice from me to you And that's to tread water' As my day went unexplained, time was finding nothing fun As I walked along the sidewalk, I heard, 'Psst, excuse me, Plug One.' From my Soul, De La that is, I hollered 'Yes, are you talking to me?' 'No alarm meant,' he said, 'Let me introduce myself. I'm Mr Monkey.' 'Mr Monkey, I pledge you slap of five, now how does your problem meet?' He said, 'My bananas are at their ripest, but they all stand at three feet. My swinging hand is bandaged up. Could you help me with this chore?' I brought him down to the Native shop and bought him copies of the De La score Which assisted well in his elevation, now all bananas is at his grasp He decided with this accomplished, He would put me on to the path He to my to live by the Inner Sound, y'all which would bring me health in showbiz Then to use them, not abuse them and then in the words that got me to 'em And that is to tread water |
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(Yo, something's wrong here. No, not again!)
(Get the daisies for the...) Potholes in my lawn DOVE: Everybody's sayin' what to do when Suckin' 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 But my dwellin' is swellin' It nipped my bud when I happened to fall Into a spot Where no ink or an ink-blot Was on a scroll I just wrote me a new 'mot' But now it's gone There's no Suckers knew that I hate To recognise that every time I'm writin' It's gone (Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a) (Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee) Potholes in my lawn POS: 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've found that everyone's sayin' What to do when suckers are preyin' On my well-guarded spreadsheets Oh why, hell does it send up fleets Of evil-doers through the big hole To get to evil-doers who dig holes Which leaves my lawn with lawn-chew I think I'd better plant traces to 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, 'Cause we've come down with a case of potholes (Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a) (Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee) Potholes in my lawn (Who stole, who stole, who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?) DOVE: Now you got the method What to do when you die The death that I predict in 'Plug Tunin' It's a shame that you deny to claim That you stole my words of fame That I wrote in my rhyme sheet Which I concentrated so hard on, see I don't ask for a barbed wire fence, B But my dwellin' is swellin' It nipped my bud when I happened to fall Into a spot Where no ink or an ink-blot Was on a scroll I just wrote me a new 'mot' But now it's gone there's no Suckers knew that I hate To recoginse that every time I'm writin' It's gone Potholes in my lawn (Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a) (Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee) |
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Now let's get right on down to the skit
A baby is brought into a world of pits And if it could've talked that soon In the delivery room It would've asked the nurse for a hit The reason for this? The mother is a jerk Excuse me junkie Which brought the work of the old Into a new light What a way But this what a way Has been a way of today Anyway Push couldn't shove me to understand a path to a basehead Consumer should erase it in the first wave But second wave forms believers And believers will walk to it then even talk to it and say... (you got the body now you want my soul) Nah, can't have none of that, tell 'em what to say mase... Say no go Nah, no my brother No my sister Try to get hip to this Word, word to the mother I'll tell the truth so bear my witness Fly like birds of a feather Drugs are like pleather You don't want to wear it No need to ask that question, just don't mention You know what the answer is... Now I never fancied nancy But the statement she made held a plate of weight I even stressed it to wade Did he take any heed? Nah, the boy was hooked, you could've phrased the word "base" And the kid just shook In his fashion class once an a now an f The rock rules him now The only designs left Were once clothes made for oshkosh Has converted to nothing but stonewash Now hopping in a barrel is a barrel of fun But don't hop in if you want to be down, son 'cause that could mean down and out as an action What does it lead to? Dumb-da-dumb-dumb People say what have I done for all my years My tears show my hard-earned work I heard shoving is worse than pushing But I'd rather know a shover than a pusher 'cause a pusher's a jerk Say no go Believe it or not the plot forms a fee more that charity But the course doesn't coincide with the ride of insanity Is it a chant that slants the soul to fill for it? I know it's the border that flaunts the order to kill for it Standing, scheming on a young one Taking his time, eight-ball for a cool pool player Racked it all, tried to break, miscued Got beat by the boy in blue Next day you're out by the spot once more Looking hard for a crack in the hole I ask what's the fix for the ill stuff Word to the dero The answer should have been no Run me a score from the funky four plus one more (it's the joint!) Rewind that back This is the age for a new stage of fiend Watch how the junkies scream It's the crack Plain is plain it should explain it from the start Behind the ideals of cranking up the heart Now the base claim's shot over every part Say no go Don"t even think about it Say no go Say no go |
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(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Uh-huh! All right now! Oh yeah! Yo! Word! Oh! Yeah! Uh-huh!)
MASE: Yo yo yo yo! We got De La Soul in the house, the producer Prince Paul, P.A. Mase, and I wanna know one thing! Yo, yo! You gotta show right up your hands, let me hear you say Aa-ow! (AA-OW!!) Aa-ow! (AA-OW!!) Come on! Come on! Come on! POS: Plug One on the mic, P-L-U-G-O-N-E, yo what's up, you know about Jimmy, you know about Jenny, I want everybody in this place, c'mon, say Plug it up! (PLUG IT UP!) Say Plug it up! (PLUG IT UP!) You got somebody next to you with some bad-ass breath, I want you to tell that brother, come on, tell him Take a Luuden! (TAKE A LUUDEN!) Say take a Luuden! (TAKE A LUUDEN!) Plug Two! DOVE: Sto-o-op! Here we go! If you like to drink some soda, let me hear you say Coca-Cola! (COCA-COLA!) Coca-Cola! (COCA-COLA!) Stop! PAUL: Ah yeah, pump it, pump it, ah yeah, pump it up! You if you got doo doo in your pocket, you got doo doo in your pocket, put one hand in the air like this, wave it back and forth, say doo doo! (DOO DOO!) Say doo doo! (DOO DOO!) Come on! Ah yeah! MASE: Yeah yeah this is Plug Three! This is Plug Three! Yeah! Say hoo! (HOO!) Hoo! (HOO!) POPMASTER HIGHT: Hey De La Soul, you fucking lasagne heads, that's better than my mama's lasagne! Hey! Hey, come on! That was freakin' A, man! I really wanna take it back home with me, you know! I really get into your fuckin' music! It's so excellent! Ah, you big sconzilli heads! De La Soul's so fuckin' great! DOVE: Let me hear you say 'I like to eat that...' |
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DOVE:
This is De La Orgee... (Various male and female grunting panting and screaming sounds including...) (It's in there.) (Say you like it. Tell me you like it.) (I like it oh I like it) (More! More!) (What's my name? What's my name?) (Flip over!) (Mase!) (On your stomach. Put your face in the pillow.) (Yes!) (Seven feet. Seven feet long!) (Cut it!) (You like Jimmy? Tell me you like Jimmy.) (I like Jimmy!) (Speak to Jimmy.) (I like Jimmy...) (Cut the damn tape!) (Cut it!) |
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DOVE:
Hello Meany meany meany meany (Say What?) Meany meany meany meany (Say What?) Meany meany meany meany mean Meany meany meany meany (Say What?) Meany meany meany meany (Say What?) Meany meany meany meany mean (Okay) Hello it's the soul Troopin' in wit the Jungle patrol And this one's about the KO's the knockouts out there Who's holdin' my buddy Hold up (wait a minute) POS: Now just wait We're gonna talk about Buddy on this plate But before we let the herd out the gate Make sure the all the levels are straight out the jungle (The Jungle, the Jungle, the Brothers, the Brothers) AFRIKA: De La Soul from the soul Black medallions no gold Hangin' out wit Pos hangin' out wit Mase Buddy buddy buddy all in my face MIKE G: For the lap Jimbrowski must wear a cap Just in case the young girl likes to clap Ain't for the wind but before I begin I initiate the buddy with a slap Q-TIP: Now for the next I'm the Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest And when I quest for the buddy I don't fess For my jimmy wants nothin' but the best (the best) The best (Ooh Wee!) Let's stick out jimmy and see what we can catch (Stick em up, stick em up jimmy) Next won't be needed unless (Jenny want to get right to the flesh) (Sweet little woman, sweet little woman) POS: I won't lie, I love be |
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DOVE:
I am Trugoy A Dove-like boy Could wingspread, But instead, I will employ MASE: Me the Plug Three Or Baby Huey I eat up All ketchup For its tendency POS: I am Plug One I'm 19 years young I love peace Well at least I think we need some Q-TIP: I'm Q-Tip y'all 3 Feet produced by Prince Paul This session Was lessoned By one Qualiall GRANNY: I am Granny Thank discoriety The 3, 4 Yo, no more I need peace for me CHINA & JETTE: I'm China I'm Jette The Cue Cards we inject We're crazy for Daisies When we're on the set PAUL: Will rise, not fall Definition, Prince Paul The Mentor Don't be sore When I say That's all |
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[Dove]
Mirror mirror on the wall Tell me mirror what is wrong? Can it be my De La Clothes Or is it just my De La Soul What I do ain't make believe People say I sit and try But when it comes to being De La It's just me myself and I It's just me myself and I (repeat 3x) [Posdonus] Now you tease my Plug One style And my Plug One spectacles You say Plug One and Two are hippies No we're not, thats pure Plug Bull Always pushin that we formed an image There's no need to lie When it comes to being Plug One It's just me myself and I It's just me myself and I (repeat 3X) [Dove] Proud, I'm proud of what I am Poems I speak are Plug Two type Please oh please let Plug Two be himself, not what you read or write Write is wrong when hype is written on the Soul, De La that is Style is surely our own thing Not the false disguise of show-biz De La Soul is from the soul And in fact I can't deny Strictly from the Dan called Stuckie And from me myself and I It's just me myself and I (repeat 3X) [Posdonus] Glory Glory Hallelu Glory for Plug One and Two But that glory's been denied By concensing dookie eyes People think they diss my person by stating I'm darkly packed I know this so I point at Q-Tip and he states, ""Black is Black"" Mirror mirror on the wall Shovel chestnuts in my path Just keep all nuts twistin up so I don't get an aftermath But if I do I'll calmly punch them in the 4th day of July Cause they tried to mess with third degree That's me myself and I |
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(it's delacratic)
If I want to I could jump off this building. (it's delacratic) I could hold two pieces of doo-doo in my hand. (it's delacratic) I could call everybody in that room a rubberneck. (it's delacratic) Come on, please? (it's delacratic) I can say anything that I want. (it's delacratic) I could wave my hand in my air. (it's delacratic) I could stick my hand up my nose. (it's delacratic) I could hold my foot and count to three. (it's delacratic) I can do anything. (possie? dovie? masie? ) (pass my bag.) |
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