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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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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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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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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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Ah one two ah one two Ah one two ah one two "Breakadawn.. breakadawn.." Ah one two ah one two (repeat 6X) Verse One: Posdonus I was born in the Boogie Down catscan where my building fell down on the rats and people sorta super wanna trip to the penile (penile) While I settle off the shores of the Long Isle My father's clean not mean my mind is clear when I transmit I am the man ner of the family cuz the pants fit I want to let forensics prove, that I can mends Groove wit the thread from needle outta hay, wanna say salutations to the nation of the Nubians We bout to place you in that +3 Feet+ of stew again I got the frequency to shatter Mrs. Jones' perm I gotta +Hey Love+ all the honies cause they're short term Tallyin the score I'm for the shottie in the jacket For the brother he's a nigga when he packs it So get your butt out the sling, I stung Muhammad float a note that means I'm def, so like the autographs you sign until the "Breakadawn.. breakadawn.." Ah one two, ah one two (repeat 4X) Verse Two: Dove, Posdonus Aiyyo groove with the mayor, hazard on the sayer Wave the eighteen mill', eat a still sack or bag of troubles, make the single double Loop the coin and join the minimum wage I had a plan if I was the man, I'd throw the J Lay it low and late night I get sessed Uncondition my ways, of the everyday sunset Wagin my days, to the one bet Cause your breaks'll have the carrot of cakes, whether mine Out of line, I breeze into the early mornin Freak the WIC call and get a tap on my shoulder cause the days of the breaks, be just about over The arts of the six won't play my bag of tricks I got the sevens in my pocket somewhere Reasons for the Cheer All Temperature here I keep it to the rear, and then I'm EXPLODING I be the fab I be the fabulous but see unlike the Chi I got the flea up in the name "ah one two, ah one two" Can't no one bend my cousin from the Peter Piper like the others latchin on to when I caught the fame "ah one two, ah one two" Pass the task to ask me bout the Native Tongue again my friend I tell you Jungle Brothers +On the Run+ "ah one two, ah one two" I'm shakin hands with many devils in the industry Believe the Genesis life fill with stills mean that I'm def so like the autographs you sign until the "Breakadawn.. breakadawn.." Ah one two, ah one two (repeat 4X) Verse Three: Dove, Posdonus We in the mornin at the end, but in the end I be the is cause in the mix, man, it's alright Momma got the rhythm to my daylife My pops gots enough so best to leave or sail the waves to the Long I laid the anchor in the 'Ville And how I relate, the same side of my gates Paper days, mess up my mind, ground zero degrees and the weather feels fine You opened my eyes man, thought I had a man But how could I eyescan, I wasn't around I seen the states and played the dates in the far-far Gathered the new, from the zoas around Grew up with Mikey Rodes and played the codes Sometimes I don't budge, without my cous' Fuzz/fuzz A simple, "How ya do?" Ah check it from my friends and my crew makes it definitely special Now there's no +Shiny Happy People+ in the crew we play the rough I got the huff, and puff, to blow the house low You know the neverending factor while I'm over, tell a squid I know an Enterprising brother, so report to the bridge I bounce a ball with my left, a squid with my right (Cause a squid is just a punk) Yo he deserved to lose the fight I might meander 'cross your dream, travellin up the stream Plug Wonder Wonder Why you're lonely tonight We see the girls scream as if we're shocked by the live shell Let's round em up and get em back to the hotel motel, holiday, inn-fact! I'm gonna let you know, once again, that De La Soul is sure to show you we will hit the charter harder than the normal rappin fool "ah one two, ah one two" |
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(Say party over here, party over here)
(Say party over there, party over there) (Say party over here, party over here) (Say party over there, party over there) (Say party over here, party over here) (Say party over there, party over there) (Say party over here, party over here) (Say party over there, party over there) DOVE: Hey yo you feel that shit (yeah it feels good) Well it's that thumpin shit (well i'm soakin too) I'll introduce the split (i'll be the go) I'll be the get Fixin with the ins for the outs we set Hey shortie (yeah mister) Make no mistake I challenge the bang for a bigger rhyme bouquet (you be buggin) Well i bugs like roaches on rugs Speaker of the bone like the speaks in my loans Give me the night baby and i'll be good in the woods Ya freakin my mind ya freakin my mind I told the maceo bout the days that go (he know) I know he know cuz he's out to get the gold The Chattanooga cruisin' with the malibu shit The bigger of the isa (cuz he is the shit) I'm like hickory (dickory niggas) I make you feel lost like high school history Creator of the rhymin dominoes Watchin drop it's the joint see So hit me with the zsa zsa (indeed darling) The coolest fool be the coolest fool I know the watch be in the air but i kick a new bucket Sippin it wit shortie so check the way we cuff it It's that indonesia funk up in your trunk Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob It's that funky shit (in the woods) That be beyond understandin (in the woods) Yo we do it with the soul (in the woods) Timber (in the woods) POSDNOUS: Punch that O for operator baby its a love solid I been stylin abstract since loose leafs was the shit Catch me breathin on planes where the gangstas outdated Fuck being hard posdnous is complicated As my pants play the sagatogah i can order sniffs of Frequencies frequencies cuz i freak mc's with the rhythm rock live (man i'd rather point a pistol at ya head and try to burst it) No jive in the matter so niggas start runnin Yo that native shit is dead so the stickabush is comin (stickabush) it's comin (stickabush) it's here Fuck the five count it only takes three to bring it near So let me move ya won better as the salad is tossed And get a taste of the mase that you thought was lost I'm cautious wit my looks (in the woods) Pickin them nines in my hair (in the woods) Sniffin for the beats like litter (in the woods) The plugs just can't be found (in the woods) SHORTIE NO MAS: Can i come off like the rest of em i think i should Could i of course one verse now ya lost it Found it realizing i came off it sounds mean But pal there's a new kid on the scene I got much soul on the down low tip Lay back smooth one drink i'll be trippin Never don't you dare consider me a fly gal Pal i got props on a different tip I recall back i go for mines i get the goods Wouldn't you know forgot my compass i got lost in the woods Found my way and i was out i pronounce every letter And if i had the chance i'd do it better I heard a holler down the way and now i'm out for the time being Ya wanna be in but you can't see what i'm seein Time and time my friend i stay gettin it on And now they playin my song again I got feminine style (in the woods) I'm not tryin to be sexy (in the woods) And no you can't knock the boots (in the woods) A lot of things be happenin (in the woods) |
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[Never gonna give up on you] We gonna do it like this [Just a little bit] Like that [just a little bit] Zhane [just a little bit] De La [just a little bit] c'mon] [Chorus]: I'll never give you up No I'll never stop Keep it comin' Keep on comin' 4 more [2x] It's that brown man from long islandin' shores Got a way with women so I get away with yours Because you're whole game's outdated Which leaves all the pretty women heavily sedated Mummy you can play your ripley's Or believe it or not I shoot gift like heron With skills of gil-scott Nights like sir lancelot can get heated Prescribin' your vibe, love, I know how you need it [Chorus]: [2x] I like to mingle sometimes So I head out of state to find a couple of dimes But a government rate can't settle for no nickels Even pennies for thought for short I need connections With big bank selections Securing all the sections With sing-sing corrections Seedin' like nature, escapin' like gas Tell me how long this love is gonna last Thinkin' fast might spoil somethin' Turn a [?] to nothin' [?] to your lady is special Seen a bigger picture on the screen But you're a movie, you move me You soothe me like holidays, getaways The brochure said do it So true It's not a hold hand mission Cut the public display Heard you're headed for the stars Put the gazers away Mine times out of ten We cut to good friends But when we on the tenth We gotta go the length I'm not a playa Yet i get more play Than a talk show shown Cross the USA Have em' moanin' out the vowels sounds Ooh, eeii, and aahh And how by now you should know me and my Do members of the opposite sex Have their boyfriend screaming out We got more techs Than that ball team in georgia [Yo, he said he's comin for ya] All because the ho wanna go to the casbah [Chorus]: [2x] You can get with Some of these women Some of the time When your face is in the light [?] stirred with lime Is it a crime To set your mind to death? Resuscitated See how many brain cells left I feel your body's drawn to my positive Don't even want a baby If it's that easy to give I live right around the corner Three states away Take a holiday Come check me Watch how I set the Mood, check a movie on the tube Get your belt mad loose like lee Phone's turned way down To avoid the beef Or the questions If she's the only one gettin' lessons You're into crime faces, huh? Well i'll play your capone Suzy q got the grill To make the cake chrome Situation's gettin absurd Hot on a plat So work the format See how we do that? And you're figurin We love on the rock I'ma keep it up front To maintain the stock Displayin all the goodies From your knuckle to knees Make it hot like the island degrees Now that's special [Chorus]: |
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Intro: Common (Craig Mack sample from "Get Down")
And and bass up the track a little bit Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, knowhatI'msayin? Yeah yeah you know the bizness Common Sense, soul with the De La Get all them play-ahs We the rhyme sayers Huh, and that's the bizness, hah Gonna do it like this Gettin it that Like the Chicago streets Verse One: Dove I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye/lie Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh) Of course it's much greater than your Benx or your Lex The engine to my comprehension is just too complex Much too complex, EFX/effects be live like Das Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin in the after I haveta, send respects to real money makers Do not connect us with those champaign sippin money fakers Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town Now what that prove, you're so full you can't even move Chorus: Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't another brother cook these delicacies Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One Walk around the planet earth making money having fun And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink... Verse Two: Common Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it Fabricated acryllic, I feel it, I'm the style molester I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a refa-ree in soul control of my desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five Whip ANYBODY ass at NBA Live, rappers take a dive like Greg Lougainis with his bitch-ass Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (ahuh-hah!) At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings upon rhymes old man who called him traitor Big Com Stradamus niggaz styles I predict Chorus: I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't no other brother cook these delicacies Well I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Verse Three: Pos I'm the most from the coast of the East, then flee Droppin more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave It's me, wonder why, in the 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 Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming And 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 musical plates, being played as the rule Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth you reside, you're not even a man So I don't seem it mandatory taking your pride But I will, cause my man said Soul for the life You cried "Keepin it real", yet you should try keepin it right That's understanding microphone mathematics Which 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 Chorus: Now I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One Walk around the planet earth making money having fun Yeah, and I'm the-C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't another brother cook these delicacies See can't another brother cook these delicacies See can't another brother cook these delicacies Outro: Common Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh Like triple it, alright That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago The type of freestyler flow Yeah, it's fluent, and we don't need to flow no more Hah Intro: *this comes before "Wonce Again Long Island" on the LP* To my man Mos Def yo he nonstop To my man Enola, yo he's nonstop And to my kin de Calhoun, yo he's nonstop Yo that girl MP, yo she's nonstop And to that crew Camp Lo, yo they nonstop And to that nigga Pop Life, yo he's nonstop And to my cousin Fudd Love, you know he nonstop My brother Lucky and Pert, yo they nonstop And to my man Joe Buck, you know he nonstop And my man Extra P, yo he's nonstop And my man Mike Divine, you know he nonstop That kid called Baby Paul, yo he's nonstop And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo you're nonstop And my peoples Beatminerz, man they nonstop And to my man Mr. Bug, you know you're nonstop And yo, Litro, yo, he's nonstop And to, my dean The Green, yo you're nonstop And to my man Prince Paul yo he's nonstop And to that man Kid Capri yo you nonstop And A Tribe Called Quest, man they nonstop And don't forget the Jungle Beez yo they nonstop Extra Verse: *sampled from "Down Syndrome"* Let me tell you a little something about Soul (tell em son) I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast to Plug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga So when I ran a phrase in June you didn't catch it til December I'm a member of them kids from the inner city Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making more money than a pagan holiday Not from the PJ's, yet I still got something to say |
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The instamatic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs Be some brothers from the east with some beats that be thorough Got the solar gravitation so I'm bound to pull it I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets Gun control means using both hands in my land Where it's all about the cautious livin' Migrating to a higher form of consequence, compliments Of strugglin', that shouldn't be notable, Man every word I say should be a hip hop quotable. DOVE: I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses I'm sick of talkin' about blunts, Sick of Versace glasses, Sick of slang, Sick of half-ass awards shows, Sick of name brand clothes. Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks, Cocaine and crack Which brings sickness to blacks, Sick of swoll' head rappers With their sicker-than raps Clappers and gats Makin' the whole sick world collapse The facts are gettin' sick Even sicker perhaps Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse POS: Man life can get all up in your ass baby you betta work it out Let me tell you what it's all about A skin not considered equal A meteor has more right than my people Who be wastin' time screaming who they've hated That's why the Native Tongues have officially been re-instated (Vibes....vibrations) Stakes is high (Higher than high) You know them stakes is high (Higher than high) When we talkin' 'bout the (Vibes....vibrations) Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high When we dealin' with the (Vibes....vibrations) Stakes is high (Hey yo, what about that love?) POS: Yo, it's about love for cars, love for funds Loving to love mad sex, loving to love guns Love for opposite, love for fame and wealth Love for the fact of no longer loving yourself, kid We living in them days of the man-made ways Where every aspect is vivid, these brothers no longer talk shit Hey yo, these niggas live it 'Bout to give it to you 24/7 on the microphone Plug One translating the zone No offense to a player, but yo, I don't play And if you take offense, fuck it, got to be that way J.D. Dove, show your love, what you got to say? DOVE: I say G's are making figures at a high regard And niggas dying for it nowadays ain't odd Investing in fantasies and not God Welcome to reality, see times is hard People try to snatch the credit, but can't claim the card Showing out in videos, saying they cold stars See, shit like that will make your mama cry Better watch the way you spend it 'Cause the stakes is high Y'all know them stakes is high When we talkin' 'bout the (Vibes....vibrations) Stakes is high I think that smiling in public is against the law 'Cause love don't get you through life no more It's who you know and "How you, son?" And how you gettin' in, and who the man holding Hey yo, and how was the scams and how high Yo what up, huh? I heard you caught a body Seem like every man and woman shared a life with John Gotti POS: But they ain't organized! DOVE: Mixing crimes with life enzymes Taking the big scout route And niggas know doubt better Than they know their daughters And their sons (Oh boy) POS: Yo, people go through pain and still don't gain Positive contact just like my main man Who got others cleaning up his physical influence His mind got congested He got the nine and blew it Neighborhoods are now hoods cause nobody's neighbors Just animals surviving with that animal behavior Under I who be rhyming from dark to light sky Experiments when needles and skin connect No wonder where we live is called the projects When them stakes is high you damn sure try to do Anything to get the piece of the pie Electrify Even die for the cash But at last I be out even though you wantin' more This issue is closed like an elevator door But soon re-opened once we get to the next floor where the (Vibes....vibrations) Stakes is high Y'all know them stakes is high When we talkin' 'bout the (Vibes....vibrations) Stakes is high Stakes is high, come on |
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Verse One: Maseo
It's strong island for real, where the critters run wild the prefix is 516, the top of the dial trhough the L.I. Sound, to the villa down under and across the globe I heard a lot of folks wonderin' so when's it coming 'cause the stakes is high see big money that waves don't put the pen to my page and ain't nothin' wrong with standing still and relaxing and spendin' some of that cash that Uncle Sam is gonna tax a New York demeanor is sit back in the beamer with nothing to lose but some gas and some minutes ignorin' the gazers 'cause some stars don't get petty and that trash you talk is just New Years confetti it's like that y'all, but that's all 'bout to change like some of my own, people tend to act strange i'm making a scene, and it's served with it's capabilities so set it at an island's degrees Posdanous: It's strong island for real, the diagnosis is supreme the prefix is 516, where microphones fiend the voices that gots the gift, 'cause the world is on their shoulders makein' plans to switch from little rock to money boulders the real proceed my girl stands deep from nubians actin' like Columbians sellin' keys characters have the tendency to con themselves to think the East Coast is only New York and Philadelph you know the way we blow, your shit is played like pork and as for what we be bringin' you, we live and direct from New York I ougtta say my fam causes commercs. steppin' to me fool will get you punched out like a curse it's like that y'all, let it all consume like them brothas who smoke, 'till they high like the moon soon to a town near you be them super emcees settin' them Long Island degrees Maseo: I hit the L.I.R.R. for big dreamers out east and get your bank roll split bangin' dents out your systems sellin' points to get the uppercut like Sonny Liston but eyes closed episodes bring you back to zeroes the same herp playin' like he Casablanca blind to it, but I'm a grind him up a cup of Sanka servin' dimes loves on tennis courts and sorts laid back like grown folks sippin' tea for sport Posdanous: I be sweepin' up the room with my lyrical broom while others rhymes smell like plastic like some lunch room utensil the official color for this planet is green which growns in pockets of them people willing to scheme an't no expose, these facts are from the mouth profilin' through Island with that wind from down south at last, be the world broad cast from the crew who gave you 3's magic on an island degrees Maseo: it's strong island for real where the critters smoke fritters night time excites time for the heavy hitters gang on hers 'cause in the mean time mine is home on date fluffin' pillows impatiently waitin' ain't no debatin' 'Bout to settle, check the level stakes is high as the sky I got questions about your life if you so ready to die we in the last quarter y'all, somebody's gonna cry I think they need to set the clock before the time pass by Posdanous: In the round one no nines my size can get swelly sensing danger I will play a ranger on my celly with my felly we're wonderful like colorful flix provide a thread and needle every time the stages get ripped I grip upon the pleasure sippin' the tea on the island 'cause that island is the main artery so uh, you better come and give respect for catch some of these knucks from the island degrees |
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[Chaka Khan]
Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh! Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh! Chorus: Chaka Khan (repeat 2X) It ain't all good, and that's the truth Thangs ain't goin like you think they should - it's all on you [Chaka Khan] I don't care about what you think you see the thangs you want to know when you look at me God knows I done been through and paid my dues Can't change how you feel, cause it's - all on you-whoahhha-ohhh-yeah [Dove] I wish that, you could be a little bit more upfront Weigh the situation how you want (right) The lovin that you claim is just a four letter word The third letter's invitin so visualize the verb You curve thoughtways when you're handlin the candleabra so you sittin on the baby grand Transmittin like you're made of man but you paint a funny face like a chick When I see you I'ma tell you quick that uhh.. Chorus 1/2 [Dove] I can't believe we built this large pizza pie together No pepperoni Yeah you wanted extra cheese, sometimes I gave you extras How we divided slices like the Red Sea theory I was Moses hopelessly scorned by your thorn zapora Tried to bring that fairy-tale life, you wanted horror but my microscope couldn't see or cope with that I had to bolt from that, and left you dead in the sea It's better for me, I'm satisfied with reppin for D [Pos] We were certified hot, then dropped to lukewarm Now we back up in the spot, claimin never been gone Niggaz who cut us off, wanna reattach us now (Them girls who brushed us off, say they want some #'s to dial) Yeah I give that ass a number, and some lumber to pile Now catch a curve from my kick (or show me lovin by brick) So stick to the same plan, don't come shakin my hand like we peeps, it ain't beef but be sure to understand Between us, it ain't all.. Chorus [Pos] You see them kids be schemin on what we done copped [Cha] Always out there schemin! [Pos] They steady fiendin for the moment they can get us off the block [Cha] Why they always fiendin? [Pos] Your people might have your back, but you need to watch your front Indeed, ain't nothin guaranteed [Chaka Khan] That's the truth! Things ain't goin like you think they should [Pos] A lot say they wanna walk in my size 10's Aight then; here's a pair Lace 'em up tight then you might feel what was dealt to me You see ain't no young boys up in here; keep a clear head Tryin to keep my pockets on stuffed - like deer heads upon the wall, so all the gall we get from y'all DON'T FAZE So mind your biz and walk away cause I'm never gonna let you up inside my maze [Chaka Khan] I don't care about what you think you see the thangs you want to know when you look at me God knows I done been there and paid my dues I can't change how you feel, cause it's all, on you-whoahhha-ohhhhh Chorus [Chaka Khan ad libs to end] |
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Phat phat, uh and along came Pos, phat phat
It's a sure bet When I stare into your dark browns I get Overwhelmed, overjoyed, overstep My bounds, on your touchy subject Your weight, shape's not what I date It's you, my crew don't mind it thick, uh uh Every woman ain't a video chick, nah Or runway model, anorexic I love what I can hold and grab on So if you burn it off, keep the flab on We gonna stay gettin' our collab on, ow Girl, we gonna stay gettin' our collab on, ooh ooh We gonna stay gettin' our collab on Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world Tryna get witcha anyway 'cuz I know your a nasty girl We's never gon' discriminate so lemme compliment your size Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat Claim you outta shape, you not outta place, uh-uh You keep it natural with no powdered face Without exercise you got the eye Starin' you down, make me wonder why You women wanna frown at them stick figures On them little ass girls, when a clique of niggaz run up And try to hurl game for real, your frame holds appeal in the everyday World in conceal is not the way to go, I'm tellin' you I had to let ya know, ya need to let it all hang Don't be scared to show a little of that thang-thang No matter how you weigh it girl, it's feminine Got a body everybody wanna know, yeah yeah Be the private dancer in my Luke show, c'mon girl Skip the salad girl, bring us both a menu Eat the whole box of chocolates I send you, hey See girl, ya more than just apple in my eye Confess I wanna get up in ya thighs Downs, the rest'll tell you all the things Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world Tryna get witcha anyway 'cuz I know your a nasty girl We's never gon' discriminate so lemme compliment your size Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh I love it when y'all broads wear it skintight, skintight Make the big panties look like little panties, hey Tryin' to lose that bottom girl you been right I saw who make ya cookies I should go and thank ya granny, uh huh Don't mind you being conscious of ya calories If gettin' paper stack man you'd get salaries You ain't in this alone I got a tummy to Just lemme watch the weight, don't let it trouble you, come here girl Nine ten specimen up in ya jeans You 'bout a size seven and just make it fit Slim Fast, lypo and body creams I'll put you on the dogs I got a candle lit Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world Tryna get witcha anyway 'cuz I know your a nasty girl We's never gon' discriminate so lemme compliment your size Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world Tryna get witcha anyway 'cuz I know your a nasty girl We's never gon' discriminate so lemme compliment your size Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat |
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[Redman] *
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Get your ass up, and let's get ill 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 Never 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 (rock in it) Like the little ball inside the spray can Providing three coats for both child, woman and man Chorus One: Redman God bless the God, lay these Streets Wall to Wall It go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry click It went - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! [Pos] It ain't my fault your ass is on the ashphalt Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see I'm iced out like a glass of tea Better yet, oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to me Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D Why try? Maseo be gettin high since Luke was Luke Skywalk' Man, my topic of talk is sheddin shame all over your game Like them shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin is the past drug A life filled with (*TWEET*) that's what thugs love Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choice while it muffles your voice [Dove] Now when I'm swimmin through the joint, I put the funk on hold Cause 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 Two: Redman I got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine And get - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, if you a fat chick gettin your fuck on tonight Then go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin our sound Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, and to my broke niggaz on the corner holdin me down Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! [Dove] Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong I had plans to buy more land, plant corn Bust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks Set backs is gonna get my ass to be hostile Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat Big money's make the big decisions Keep hip-hop alive, it's just an intermission Back to the second half of the feature flick Dick stacks and fuck rap [Pos] I had a name for makin paper since paper mache Now my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play While you broke niggaz reach drunk much quicker You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor Went from God to God damn [Redman] Damn God, you're killin it Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it Rap cats talk with no will in it [Pos] Soundin like they virtual This joint'll hurt you, yo [Dove] Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed (shhh shhh shh, shhhhh) They did a job Took all my goodies out from under the tree, except the CD's of shiny-suit rappers and flossin emcees who fail at takin it to rhyme degrees [Pos] Man, you know no wack poems get no play in our homes You need to not get nappy with me Or else we gon' "relax your mind, let your conscious be free" Chorus Three: Redman Yo, where my Wall Street niggaz, if ya up in the stands Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk-ass man Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed Brick City go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! |
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