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[Dave:]
Kick up the dust like "Another One Bites the" It ain't the Queen version, see you heard 'em back on Bentley Road With the show council - whattup Divine - the bell rang It ain't no champagne fall, we dump the taste through the crack For the folks under the floor, on tour {*beatboxing*} Ever since I was a "Fat" bastard But now I travel a little light in my skin It ain't all that cute, I still tuck a little in Like {?} body sting 'em Ray sting 'em, Ray sting 'em ("Sting 'em Ray!") I blind box, niggaz hit 'em when I hear 'em It stays six here to bake you rap crumbcakes So scrumptious with cholesterol Lube out your squeak, your selection is weak This combination is like Halle and Beyonce (BAD!) But smooth like Ponce DeLeon Explorin this Dave West bounce that we on On on on on on on on... ("Here's a very curious thing, a verse that'll fit any song") [Pos:] We all do what we gotta do When no love in the heart of a city No love in the heart of a crew, so most break up Others stay together, cause there's not enough money to leave They tryin to get the cake up, frost it out a little In eight days and wake up, exercise demons Leave you in a state screamin, "Come back De La, come back~!" Sorta how Prince did to Nikki No need for that, here to give it to you quickly Cause some of y'all lookin kinda sickly Eatin that bullshit rap (word) split ya asshole Then let all the whack shit fall out Then come grab another pouch and sprinkle us in (sprinkle it) Until you stay twinklin, roll your ass up No I won't pass up a toke, for all the shit De La wrote So smell us all on your clothes Try to wash us out, we ain't comin out, that's how it goes Winner of the pro see- FUCK ALL AWARDS ("Fuck all y'all!") [Dave:] Yeah, and wipe your face pa Your bone swat on speak tongues that ain't near ya I knew Cayman since we met on the Island Kodak kid (CLICK) kept it all candid An apple a day, we have FUN dip I knew one dip, after school special delivery She kept up on asses like Nancy Drew We did a dance or two, until my girlfriend showed up [Bitchy Girl:] (Nigga I know you ain't disrespectin me who is this bitch?) (Why is this bitch all in your face? Why is this bitch ALL, IN, YOUR, FACE) (Yeah whatever nigga just dancin, I am not the numerical uno) (So you got one night out and wanna act like a little monkey?) (I know IT'S HARD OUT HERE FOR A CHIMP~!) [Pos:] Can I get a Soul Clap? It's the summertime 1969 nigga, born durin the Woodstock Many men do wish they could rock But all they do is inject the value of shock But KABOOM, I blow up the spot, the scene The little ones, the teens, them elders, the peers They don't run in fear, they gravitate To the way I navigate know-how inside your ear (Never) fabricate vo-cals inside your ear And let's make it clear, I'm Plug ("one for the trouble") Wonder Why ("for the time") Workmatic, pullin them dimes Who like to get on their knees and [WHISTLE BLOWS] And [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] And [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] SHA-NA-NAHHHH! |
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[Intro:]
I mean the only way that you gon' get it Is to go out there and get it, y'knahmsayin? It's like sometimes you gotta just put it all and bet the farm You ain't gonna get it any other way, you know? For me it's about bein better than I was yesterday, y'know I'm sick and tired of bein sick and tired, I'm tired of losin So I'ma bet it all, y'knahmsayin? [Pos:] All hail to the check one-two You can catch one-two at a theatre near Where you'll find me supportin rap, like a brassiere Not sayin if the game is tits, but you gotta admit That the soul be the, holder of the mic device Rhymes filled with blood and guts, the game filled with Bolts and nuts, but them shits rusty And the trusty MC got the W-4 You can find me up in the W. Moore I'm back on the juice with them heavy-o Chevy rhymes Missin like crime on the deuce We don't sit in boats and fish, we sit in studios And quote words to serve on a dish And the nerve that you wish you had I got bags of And tracks are drugs that only make it worse when you're high Listenin to the Why on the first verse named Wonder So don't underestimate, what we create And you'll never find us pullin up to clubs In them long stretch whales Or pushin inside girls with Donkey Kong stretch tails And when all else fails, we hit 'em with the charm That reflects like muscles on the arm And even if crowded like food courts We own home court advantage so we never feel alarmed [Dave:] It's eighty-six y'all, put your rap on pause More milk on the mic than them pregnant broads Nine times out the dime it's a penny on the floor Same penny you walk around and ignore See I'm the penny that'll have the deal closed Turn that point nine nine into one point oh's A millisecond you'll be needin in the race That photo finish I ain't even see your face I'm that one degree that made the Pisa lean The one goal, one job, one aim and one team That one good push that gave birth to your dream That one good year, that one good beer See you can hit the lotto with hope and a buck But with 99 cents yo' ass is outta luck Once upon a time, it's not once it ain't happen One pop in the air does not mean you clappin One rap hit does not mean you be rappin Although you bust rhymes, you ain't kill it ONE TIME~! Never was to be in the first, just the second one If you don't find me with mic, I'm mic checkin one One good pinch, and one good hunch That's just one bad apple out the New York bunch Got ones, but I want 2's 3's and 4's I'm that one when you got one more |
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[Dave:]
Hey yo I'm proud to be black y'all, wish I could bring Jay back DJ put the needle to the haystack Pump beats like eighty-six pumped crack Raise the heat for the summer, we Fahrenheit Banners like cash on your corner, papered and OD Make your girl wanna shake in front of little ol' me Even when I'm rock bottom still the most poppin Hold crops like John on the farm, then Johnny your Fox Boxcutter clean cut stem from the PA Not your everday outcast, we outlast Used to bust a tommy gun, now I blast off with a check Might as well, I done earned the respect [Chorus] [Pos:] Here to jumpstart the art again, the sparkplug W-O-N I trouble your whole squad again In a class by myself, so selfish in my ways Shave my head bald, I'm too fly for tou-pes Ain't nuttin sweet yet, never actin bitter Shut your spitter small fry, you too dry to wet me And if you could, you think I'd really let you? In and out the hood I get much respect DUE [Dave:] Got two [?] with Supa Dave bandana Shut your camera lens and use your senses Recognize it's Pos, Mase and me Stressin R-E-S-P-E-C-T, see? [Chorus] [Pos:] Best believe it's official y'all Rap's the new form of wrestling on mescaline tabs And E pills, and y'all came back for refills Watchin how the drama unfold As MC's go from hot to cold Pots of gold they search for Some find more than others - platinum plaques But when you act goes active on the radio You become radioactive, that's a fact~! De La's got the respect attack Tactfully weathering the storm in all forms We born to give you the breaks Cause just like a fiend y'all came So y'all can get rid of them shades [Chorus] |
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[unknown guest poet:]
Nah that's not what I mean I mean, every mornin I wake up and I give thanks Y'know, that I get dressed up and rob banks I don't need a mask, I ain't askin for favors Everybody got it rough If you were the only one who had it bad Then there would be a cause for effect, you hear me? It's easy to live after the world's opinion It's easy to live accordin to your own And when she don't got love for you, man She's like a loaf of bread with nuttin to drink Goin down hard, that's word up She'll tear anything up for you Shit is rough but it's fair man, ain't a joke out here Niggaz been doin good for a long time But now the game has changed, y'knahmsayin? We just came home, now we got BEEF~! |
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[crowd noise, boxing bell rings]
[Posdnuos:] Who floats like a butterfly, sting like a bee Not me! Leave that for that boxing great Yet I float like b-balls on a path to swish Sting like making shots when you're pissed Of course that's sayin you're on court to playin a round Unprotected blues and I'm the same bad news You come pokin your face in my place The rest you best believe you're gonna lose I'll choose every line to floor ya I'm a New York nigga, my momma and them from Waynesboro, Georgia Wonder Why, I cop weed just to feed To my ex-pectations to keep them high Cause my own try to hold me back, with that black on black rhyme Get off me blackie! Your whole style tacky And lack the approach of men You just a kitten in a lion's den, alright reverse it, aiyyo [Chorus:] Back up lil' nigga, reverse your steps Back up lil' nigga, reverse your steps Back up lil' nigga, reverse your steps Reverse your steps, reverse your steps .. Reverse your steps Back up lil' nigga, reverse your steps Back up lil' nigga, reverse your steps Back up lil' nigga (reverse your steps - REVERSED) [boxing bell rings] [Dove:] I box better when I'm on these ropes And got bloody in the eighth but your apes couldn't save you The left got brutal and ripped shack your ribs back So now you sprayin the streets without eatin My plate's got broccoli and snow peas on it See we healthy like Lance Armstrong and then Popeye Small fry fuckin with these Spuds McKenzies Get the bucks, get the money, and the bid or your Benji's Radar heavy I analyze the blips See me comin in your land I'ma AND-1 this bitch Ain't nuttin to lose but these two fronts, a few stunts The Chuckers got strings on 'em, we airborne Cleared for takeoff, face off the square puzzle Got you puzzled like yo is it peace or piece? Increase the blows for the stutter step to it Make you jump back and kiss your death and step back! [Chorus] [boxing bell rings and crowd noise] |
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(feat. Butta Verses)
[x4:] {"You got it"} {"I know you got.."} [Posdnuos:] The right to remain silent Anything you say can be used Chopped up, stretched and fused, with other shit to get The desired effect to win, let us begin [x4:] {"You got it"} {"I know you got.."} [Dove:] Yeahs my mellow, we glow like snow yellow Byprints anticipate, smiley face prints in it {"You got") The nerve to spit flows, eyes closed You're out of your lane, I'm runnin with my windows tinted {"You got") A closed mind with locks on the gate {"You got") A bag of life filled with dead weight {"You got") Your priorities mixed up, we fixed up Bobbity throwings burn MC's date [x4:] {"You got it"} {"I know you got.."} [Butta Verses] Toucan Sam, what you spittin isn't written Like last month's baby clothes, it ain't fittin {"You got") To upgrade to the top fades Bringin big body ink sticks, bottom of the page {"You got") To step in a little hotter these days {"You got") Swampfoot, I heard it started in the 'Glades {"You got") Two of the best and one of the newest Who stay mile high with a stewardess doin it [x4:] {"You got it") [Pos] You know I got it {"I know you got.."} [Posdnuos:] A degree in braggin, an art to bag Any lady to get her back to the room {"You got") A wife at home with a knife that long cuts For cuttin up I'm in the emergency room {"You got") Styles in place, Long Island bass {"You got") A major tour all over the place {"You got") The knack to keep those who lack Out of the mainframe of the game, you know what they say [x4]{"You got it"} {"I know you got.."} [Verses: Butta] TROUBLE! Take that chance to make double Can't knock the hustle but scoped you like the Hubble {"You got") Pulled over on I-95 Flashlights right in your eyes, step outside {"You got") Weed in your tray and coke in yo' trunk {"You got") Nowhere to run he opened it up {"You got") A lot of regret, caught can't jet Got a five year sentence, ain't finished two yet [Dove:] {"You got") Time money and work, to do it everytime I'm workin money here since I'm give in no time {"You got") Crime niggaz who designin my commitments See I honor this my niggaz I committed no crime {"You got") Good credit and plans for next year {"You got") Drunk once on the Grey Goose and beer {"You got") Dry flows that got you sippin on these daquiris I'm sayin what exactly your ears wanna hear [x4:] {"You got it") [Pos] I know you got it {"I know you got.."} [Posdnuos:] The aches and pains for cravin for some De La Soul shit To whip yo' ass back into shape {"You got") To hold tight, the album soon come For now, take a bite from out of this mixtape {"You got") To cop this so pay the fee {"You got") Soul cause you're listenin to the 3 MC's Rock the Kangol and Kwelis But don't break this break [scratch:] "break, down" |
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[Dave:]
Yeah... it's De La You know we up in here, just doin what we gotta do This joint right here we call "Just Havin a Ball" Just havin a ball, y'know See my lady really don't like me when I be Sayin the things I be sayin in my rhymes but You know I'm just havin a ball They say Dave got it bad for these broads on tour These thick legs, Lego and Rubix Cube Tyco, night glow, butt-ass nude He got Monopoly's on 'em from the Bronx to the bank Got the battle - "He sank my Battleship!" I put a sock on my robot and box the all night Play the head to head, never went all pro At the halftime performance she the halftime show A part time sucker, I implore the game (word up) She quick to dodge-balls, avoidin the face stain Jack-in-the-box, nah that ain't no haps I need that Mrs. Potato Head in my lap In checkers and chess I do a big cut bounce 36 ounces of hula hoop hips I'm shootin for that Duck Hunt, that Dan Quayle tail What I gotta spell it out? I'm about to campaign For that President Bush, damn I declare war Bring on some of your friends, matter fact, the next whore [Pos:] Alright I'm tryin to have a ball without all that girl talk Cause my girl wouldn't like that either So I'm I'm tryin to stay away from that Aww fuck it, I'm hot Let me, let me do it, let me do it a lil' bit Aiyyo "Gimme That," that Lil' Webbie & Bun B I used to mash Lil' Debbie up in 1-D Those were the days, but days don't change So we still get it on just to keep it all the same and it's Routine to rock roll and rip shows Across the zip codes and fold the thick loads Of information inside your earlobes We are the high end thread for your mere clothes Outside of the box is where you'll find us Those who find to it, step behind us It's not about the lead, we not tryin to be The heir to the throne but the air that you breathe and it's Protocol for us to get at y'all With a face filled with game We play without the cheat codes, we don't need those to rock Close the do' in our face, best believe we gon' knock Let us in y'all [Dave:] Yeah that's right It's De La, that's how we do We just have a ball everytime we have a ball Now make sure y'all look out For the TV series, this is part one, "The Impossible Mission" We gon' have two and three Aiyyo Why, part two point five, hahaha That's how we do it y'all Shout out to my man Maseo Shout out to my man Prince Paul Shout out to everybody out there, De La family You know how we do Just havin a ball, I just like talkin I don't really talk too much, I'm just havin a ball Yeah Shout out to A Tribe Called Quest, you know how we do it Yeah Shout out to cuttin the record off~! |
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[Pos:] Alright y'all, WE HERE NOW!
(This, is, a, Supa Supa, blast blast, Supa Supa, blast blast) [Chorus: x4] Relax your mind, let your conscience be free Get down girl, get down girl [Pos:] (Get dowwwn!) Just another day in a lonely world Where I like to make a lonely girl Feel a little less lonely, tell a tale where she's My one and only, she got homegirls Who likes to do more than chat So she asked where my homies at, I mean that song was fly But if my homey can't have none, sayin I won't have fun Is honestly just a God damned lie~! Self-missions are less stress, and cut out the mess Of havin a girl, verifyin if I'm lyin or not With her girl, cause my niggaz occupyin the same spot with her I'm like the fox with the fur well groomed You find me in hot clubs and hotel rooms in between the sheet crack And if the bed squeaks or noise-free, I'll put it to use Swig from the tiger beers for the extra boost Blow out your back like flames over the cake Cut out a piece of your heart, for the claim When I get you worked up to cream, and I can get on Some Snoop Dogg shit and scream, "What's my motherfuckin name?" [Chorus: w/ Erick Sermon ad lib samples] [Dave:] Hey, we in the position to renew things I specialize in doin me and you things Now what's that he say she say? We got mortgages, dump all this gossip you're hoardin This world premier is for real ma A catalogue of lovin you can hear ma Put the quarter in the jukebox I brought a bit of luggage drawers and a few socks A little Dane Dane, and some X-Clan I'm tryin to save you from the chores of the next man See we can picnic, and go horseback I love your laughter even if you sound like Horshack You so impeccable but damn them birds peck at you Your technique is cuttin like you catch beats Or def these nuts cause your sex speaks We oughta "Chill" like EPMD [Chorus] (Get dowwwwn!) |
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[Dave:]
Yeah, the 15 millionth time, 15 and 1 Check it out Yo Com, how you rhyme to this slow shit Yeah yeah, check it out Yo memories of the corner, we huddled and stayed in trouble Guzzled on 40 O-Z's and played the double and back We doublin crack, no wonder why they fear us We cussin cause our mommas couldn't hear us Young lovers'll cuddle at 15 shit, they seen the struggle so That makes him a man con-sidered he got plans but She don't understand that this is where them fools bust at Same corner where she go and catch the school bus at It ain't changed a bit, we stand circle and spit bars Cigarette butts scattered like glass shattered And pops he play the corner 'til his day comes, DAMN~! Ambulances on the corner but hey, now it's offi-cial Cisco was the daze them cups of E&J Went down and hit a warm spot even in the winter's cold We had our snorkel and our winter playboys on These are the corners we was sent to play boys on Our socks is pockets, the guns is rockets It's where the after school fight was at, brand new bikes was at Fila suits, Kangols and new Nikes was at Same corner is today's same yesterday [Chorus: x2] I wish that I cold give you this feelin I wish that I cold give you this feelin We was livin on them corners, had a nigga rhymin, drinkin Whylin, potted out, livin HIGH~! [Pos:] We live it real, hard, revoke your zeal God don't come around here no mo' So why you screamin HIS NAME in vain when the pain hits Pick yourself up and get to a hospital quick But leave out the bit, about what went down I know they hound us for hawkin Just a flesh wound, stitch it up, keep it walkin Niggaz on the corners loyal, they ain't talkin (they ain't talkin) Put down the sea of chalk and The use of chalk is for lines of hopscotch Or tracin dead bodies for crimes that got botched For just crime commitin and it's, time to fit it In the schedule, cause them crosstown niggaz Came to our corner sprayin that lead you pull Ain't nuttin deeper than pilin in the car With the streetsweeper so we can clear every star Off the corner [Chorus] |
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