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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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(ahhhh, ahhhh) C'mon, c'mon, bounce - bounce C'mon.. bounce, rock, roll (ahhhh, ahhhh) Chorus: {sung} You can do, whatever you want Whatever you like It's your own life So let me be, to do what I want To do what I like Cause this is my life [dove] It's been about ten long years, my skin wreaks Flavors that your incense couldn't match We burn slow like syphillis in your piss, accomodated With the penicill-in, you're listenin, to This "art official" will keep your shoes moonwalkin Soon to talk about, "pop music" You'll buy it cause you choose it A lot of mc's is really s&m'n Whips and chains, I maintain like a old jazz singer Elephants in any location Held back in rotation, an apple a day Only makes a nigga fruity I eat responsibilities to carry out my duty ? ? in the md's, I pull it out just to polish it Make notes if you earnin or wait your turnbuckle I stick to gettin mines like stucco (ahhhh, ahhhh) Chorus [pos] I'm that full-time rapper, the nickname's llama Part-time father if you ask my daughter's mommas Missin in action cause the action got a fraction Of the world listenin to me Got em travellin overseas in lands constantly Got a sea of hands wavin, ain't misbehavin But a lot of kids cravin for somethin they ain't got Like the keys to the ride and a pocket with a knot and it's Holdin they ground til they rot in it Plottin it, lockin it down strong Cause it's nuttin wrong gettin your bubblin on sticker But too much bubblin can make you fizz quicker So watch your stack, keep your fam intact And pay attention to the now, I'm clearin the mess While they stressin back in the day, I'm at the front of the night With my crew shinin light on the (ahhhh, ahhhh) Chorus 2x [pos] Now we on top of this like a typical bed position Peepin your view, got your whole crew wishin and waitin Makin dollars out of ten dime pieces Who be sippin out the glass suckin on the lime pieces included In my pieces I pen the good livin And even when we're stressin from in the hood livin At least we're livin and there ain't no hell in that Give me a yell in that, and go (ahhhh, ahhhh) [dove] I wanna see the world ten times over Dive off cliffs and land on oppotunities unthinkable You sinkin straight to the bottom; while I float in parades That st. patty couldn't put up All my niggaz tryin to build, then throw your wood up Design life like pnb gears so stand clear for the blast off Last off my chest, peace to dav west Live your life to the fullest (ahhhh, ahhhh) Chorus [whispered] You can do.. what you want.. what you like Let me be.. what I want.. what I like |
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(Dove)
Oodles and Oodles Of O's, you know 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 laughter And tally, off I go Canoeing in the river or out into the O You just know we're not, so not play the role Some are lovey-Dovey, ah you crazy crow Some shake your hand but ("This is called The Show" - Slick Rick and Doug E. Fresh) 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 guys, oh for sure Where they arose, well nobody knows What do they mean, well here's 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 n***a but now an Afro Oodles and Oodles Of O's and Oodles and Oodles and Oodles Of O's ya know They givin' Oodles of O's and O's And Oodles and Oodles and Oodles of O's ya know They givin' Oodles Of O's and O's And Oodles and Oodles and Oodles of (OH!) (Pos) Last of the fast Plug pipers at the door In your eye, burning like rubbing alcohol Native is the Tongue that speaks the Guacomo Kinfolk will play this in stere-ere-o Chanters play the part of a herd at a show Pos prints the peace on his jeans or Jebos But let the herd know if beef they wanna throw Lunches of punches is what I bestow Oodles Of O's has the "Hoo's" in 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 as the stale hit the road Girls ask for flicks and unblock the pores Eat the Al Greens, won't sniff the ker-plows Mase got something to say and it goes: (Maseo is rockin' on the radio) Now I think we're talkin' 'bout the Oodles Of O's Ya know, I think we're talkin' 'bout the Oodles Of O's, yeah We're talkin' 'bout the Oodles Of O's ya know I think we're talkin' 'bout the Oodles Of O's I think we're talkin' 'bout the Oodles Of O's Ya know, I think we're talkin' 'bout the Oodles Of O's, yeah We're talkin' 'bout the Oodles Of O's ya know I think we're talking 'bout the (OH, S**T!) Hoods like to play macho, ya know Guns goin' "BO!" people hit the floor Don't have a piece but an arrow and bow Target it firm 'cause I'm Head Comancho Charging barricades like a raging rhino The donuts come big and some in jumbo The Landlord is finished but before I go I'll give a shout out to Quest And my fellow Jungle Bro's (Dove) Knocked by the dock of the bay by the shore Swimmin' in the rhythm of the hi-de-hi-de-ho Punk Pinocchios gotta go, gotta go (What's the reason?) to be cheerful Season is breeze, time to pimp promo Nuts can no flow if the shade is in the dough On with me hat, d-d-duh-duh-doh, Dredlock is heading out the door y'all (De La Soul) We're selling O's, y'all We're selling O's and O's We're selling O's at the corner store y'all We're selling O's, y'all We're selling Oodles and Oodles and Oodles And Oodles Of O's, y'all We're selling O's, y'all, at the corner store We're selling O's at the corner store, y'all We're selling O's, y'all, at the corner store We're selling O's and O's and O's, O's, y'all We're selling Oodles and Oodles Of O's, y'all We're selling Oodles and Oodles of O's, y'all We're selling Oodles and Oodles... |
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{*ad libs for the first 30 seconds*}
(Dove) Yo - who hold guns and rock ice bigger than life; got bitches throwin they drawers on stage - that ain't me! I raise kids, push whips, piss an MC Love money like I love my moms Love my nigga Com Sense when he bang dents all up in they wallets Wall to wall bullshit I got hardwood floors Set sail for tour ever since eighty-nine so y'all are fuckin the same hoes who used to be mine (Tash) And I've been waitin three summers to rhyme longside my people Rico, De La, inject you with the lethal dose of hop-hippin if you thought CaTash was slippin then put that drink down, you drunk off what you sippin CaTash put the dip in dip dive socialize Fuck around with me and next you'll find yo' crib burglarized (Xzibit) Yo you better recognize and try to analyze this Hand over fist - how can a man act like a bitch? Change and switch, snitch on his crew Yo get rid of the niggaz before the same thing happen to you (Pos) And they'll leave your ass sticky like glue Blood leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin deez nuts Smugglin these cuts from S.C., you best be- -lieve there's no web or leave a net We done swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo Chorus: all together What you know about my writes? (my writes) What you know about what's weak, what's tight? And what you know about an off night? (uhh) What you know about niggaz frontin for the light? And what you know about them gun fights? (gun fights) Got a nigga duckin while them girls show fright What you know about my writes? (my writes) Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes) (Xzibit) Yeah, yeah, look I'm Samson without Delilah, the soul survivor The drunk driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake Chop it up with the family, wash it down with alcohol My telly's a Desert Eagle for all the fuckin shots I called My niggaz gotta ball, never settle for less Heavy metal, heavy on yo' chest like two breasts Step into my office cause it's time for you to roll somethin One false move, and we gon' beat you like you stole somethin (Pos) Yo these style I kick should be called ?? rap Drawin the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I want it They stomach what I throw, they know I'm right for they diet They librarian flow keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh) The love I lost outweighs the rhymes I gain but the fact that I spit 'em makes me cherish the name So pass the mic so I can put in my share I rip it from home to L.A. with connectin flights to rip it elsewhere (J-Ro) Drinkin up Black & Tan in the back of a van I learned as a young man - long trip, piss in a can Gettin a house for two grand, now you got your own land Let your mind expand, everyday have a plan Ro-Gram is rare earth, swingin Black Tarzan You got to live with the cards dealt in yo' hand Stay young like Peter Pan, like Sly, take a Stand and go Uptown Saturday Night like Ichiban (Dove) I keep it dirty like under the bed (dirty) Dirty like Uncle Red; aiyyo, (??) (??) Dirty brown Likwit flow thicker than the Yoo-Hoo Dirt you dishin out, chef tellin it all Face down in the dirt, doin my dirty work Expert, tryin to regulate my network Head jerk, spice it with rice, stick with it If they ask who cut the grits I'ma say E-Swift did it Chorus w/ minor variations (Tash) And I've been known to get it on, past the break of the dawn Tash'll punch you in your grill and leave "Potholes in Yo' Lawn" (C'mon!) You makin diss songs? Spit that rhyme my way I can shut y'all niggaz down like the Y-2-K I did a tour in ninety-four with De La Soul and Tribe We on the same vibe, cause real niggaz coincide ("Right-right-right..") The situation is drastic but see songs like these is why this album goin classic (J-Ro) This is for the DJ, bring it back one time I drop bombs like when my moms told me to rhyme I'm - old school like my dad is So add this, to your collect', Plug Won - who the baddest? (Pos) Aiyyo we theme park status, upstage these niggaz like Gladys Them little Pips, they done tripped the wire Blamin they legs, while I'm claimin these tunes In this we'll stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms (Xzibit) Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real from the plastic and I gotta say no names Play no games, hit the switches, crack the frame Show no shame or fuck it all up, take the blame Brand name fresh out the box type hustle Manpower success is mind over muscle Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the loss I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss Nailed to the cross it's time to return My only concern is makin sure that Hollywood burn, Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass niggaz is all up in the game and don't deserve to be down (J-Ro) Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick back De La, Xzibit and Tha Liks came to get that And what you know about us droppin ya and leavin you with half a face like the Phantom of the Opera? Chorus w/ minor variations (Chorus extended) Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes) Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes) (Tash) You got the right to shut the fuck up! {*laughing*} |
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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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SCHEMING PUNK PINOCCHIOS: (Bobby Simmons and Prince Paul)
- Yo, gee. - Yo, word up, gee, man. - Yo, man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B? - Yeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man. - Yo man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time! - Word up! Yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man? - They ain't punks, man. - Yo man, those kids are wack man, straight up booty, wack. - Yo, but, yo, that Buddy, that was kind of fly, man, and Potholes? Slammin'. Slammin'. - Yeah, it was. Word up, yo it was, but forget that man, after they came out with Plug One, Plug Two then Potholes, yo, then they fell of with the brothers, yes they did man, yo, they were straight up pop, man, I'm telling you, forget them faggots. - Yo check it out, though, WRMS is throwin' a party at the club, though, man, yo I bet you they'll be there! - Yeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man, let them brothers show up and get cold jacked when the leaders run up on them! (Background:) (Pease porridge in the pot) (Pease porridge in the pot) (Pease porridge in the pot) (Nine days old) POS: My name, my name, my name is the Pasta Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance, The funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues, Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others Get played, get played, played a lot on radio And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed It kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry But late, but lately loonies acting real bold Can't sip in luxury my apple cranberry Girls watch, and watch, and watch I dance the big tut Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks Don't real, don't real, don't realise the Native Tongue Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix GOSSIP GLADIATORS: (Lashawna and Jenette) - Yo, Miss Thing! - Yo Merisa, what's up? - You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night? Yo I was there and those De La kids was fighting, yo they was wildin'. - Word man? - Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo, they was on the dance floor, right, some kid stepped up to them and said something about hippies, then punks, and the chubby one, Plug Three? - Yeah. Plug Three, yeah I know him. - All right, Plug Three, all right, he walked up to this kid, hit him real quick, think he didn't when he did, and then them other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um, what's the other ones, the other ones? - The Violators. - The Violators, right, right, throwing chairs, and they didn't care who they was hitting, you think they wasn't? - Yeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs, things like that, you know... MASE: Question, and that's if only I can ask this question Can I? (Yes you can!) Why do people think just because we speak peace We can't blow no joints? (I-I-I don't know) GRANDMA MASE: (Squirrel) Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge. You know it keeps me peacefully, no? MASE: Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked And now it's time for some heads to get flown DOVE: We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm I rather, rather pass a brother palm to palm I kick, I kick, I kick a verse of unity And shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons And sip the Porridge deep into my system So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode Inside the studio or on a road The Swing, the Swingalow is the now step It's murder if you bet 'cause you're life's jep To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag (Pease Porridge in the pot) (Pease Porridge in the pot) (Pease Porridge in the pot) (Nine days old) POS: Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball Don't und, don't understand the act of being fouled Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the annoying pups Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade So we can throw our lemonade In their face and kick their little butts FIGHT COMMENTATORS: (Squirrel and Mikey Roads) - And off, and Mase is the first to throw a punch and he connects lovely to the ribcage. Wouldn't you say so Squirrel? - Indeed, indeed, I waould say he showed a lot of formulate combination, but look at the hoodlum trying to escape. - Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form in trying to escape, but he, ah, just got his ass busted. (Background:) (Touching fingers, touch, touch) (One at a time, touch together) DOVE: People wanna get ragged with the reruns Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways But when, but when we fly that head all the people say THE FROG: (Lisle Leete) Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge, 'cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like. JABIB: (Jarobi) In my land, my people adore Porridge. And I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent, and we are so peaceful, we sit by the camp fire and listen to our rituals, and they are so violent. I don't understand, I don't understand. (Pease Porridge in the pot) (Pease Porridge in the pot) (Pease porridge in the pot) (Nine days old) (Pease Porridge in the pot) (Pease porridge in the pot) (Pease Porridge in the pot) (Nine days old) (Pease Porridge in the pot) |
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Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh
Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh, ohh we talkin bout (D.V. Alias Khrist) Hot times, runnin thru ya city If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*} (Pos) I ain't no thug son, my name is Plug Won I drop a certified gem, for him and her Knockin on your radio, like the Crash Crew ask whoever you want - I'm managin the funk on the paper Outside of that we pull capers for days Ridin throughout the maze of street, while we blaze the beat Watchin the sweet things wiggle they butt to Plug Three, on the cut, movin on ya what- -ever ya got, we gon' get, bringin our point, to ya position Rippin stages with my thought coalition Carryin on, eradicate all your stress mode Just another episode through these area codes We bankin on (D.V. Alias Khrist) Hot times, runnin thru ya city If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*} Hmmm.. (Pos) It's the hot-ness, talked about but never seen like the Loch-Ness, til ya cop this; drop it inside your vein, and like a train, we be runnin throughout your legs and arms You're high off our talent and charm Check the caliber - this be a smash like some food on stage for Gallagher Wear ya bib, cause it's messy Niggaz schemin on my +Girl+ as if my name was +Jesse+ Watch your manners! Now let me pass it off to Dave Banner (Dove) Yo, I set travels like Karen LaRue Small talkin in the big city, it's all about gettin the coins Everywhere I go I touch a tenderloin They sportin a dot com Viet marker bomb on your metro - MARTA order iron horse Yo take the cross and meet a nigga at the butcher I'm cuttin your girl - we on a world tour Supplyin your bloodstream with nothin but the pure uncut, in ya (D.V. Alias Khrist) Hot times, runnin thru ya city If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. mmmm.. Freak freak freak freak the funk the funk the funk the funk funk freak the freak the freak the freak the freak the freak Freak freak the funk freak freak the funk (Dove) We ain't walkin on a yellow brick road These streets stay red and bloody kid Study your code, so you can easily pass I stash a little love when I'm on the visitation If you crossin my lane, nigga do the same I guaranteed to run through and prove the game ain't bigger than the pieces in it You see the pieces in it had me stuck travellin one side of map Clappin hands with rap cats who ain't deserve dap Long hauls and livin out a suitcase man Chickenheads and gangs of fruitcakes man Ain't nuttin better than explorin the outskirts especially when she ain't got no pantyhose on, and it's on (D.V. Alias Khrist) Hot times, runnin thru ya city If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*} Mmmm.. Hot times, runnin thru ya city If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*} Mmhmmhmhmmmhmhmmmmm.. (Pos + Dove going "Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh" every 2 lines) Yo - it's like, the Mercenary gettin down And we got, Dave Banner gettin down And we got, Maseo gettin down And of course, my nigga Eno gettin down And we got, Jay Dee gettin down (say word y'all) And of course, the Slum V gettin down And we got my man Khrist gettin down And we got, Com Sense gettin down And we got, N.D. gettin down You know Troy Hightower gettin down And we got, C. Smith gettin down And my nigga, Dave West gettin down.. |
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Hello boys and girls. Welcome to your De La Soul readalong storybook! When you hear this sound... * ...that means turn the page. And now we begin our exciting adventure of... De La Soul is Dead. * PLAYGROUND HONEYS: - Oh my God, Vanilla Ice... - He's so fly! - The boy is so good. - Did you see his body? - He could dance too. - He could. - He's better than any rapper I ever seen! - And plus his dancers! - He's so jammin'! * JEFF: Yo, what's up? HONEYS: Yo, Jeff, where you been, man? JEFF: Guess what I just found, I just found a De La Soul tape in the garbage. HONEYS: For real? Let's hear it! JEFF: No! HONEYS: Aww, be like that! * MISTA LAWNGE: What's up, cocksnot? How ya doing, buddy? HONEYS: Cocksnot? You gonna let him call you that? Sucker! JEFF: Leave me alone! LAWNGE: What do we have here? JEFF: Nothing! LAWNGE: Listen, you little Arsenio Hall gum having punk! HONEYS: Oooh! You let him call you Arsenio! Oooh! LAWNGE: I want the tape! JEFF: It's mine! HONEYS: Oh, he played you! Jeff's getting played! Jeff! Jeff! Bodyslam him, Jeff! * LAWNGE: Now! I've got the new De La Soul tape! Hey dicksnot, buttcrust, get over here! D.J. AUB: What's up baby? MASE: Coolin'! LAWNGE: I just got this De La Soul tape, man, slamming. Where's the box? The box! MASE: So, yo, let's get with the shilsnihilsnobilsno! AUB: I got the bidox, let's do this like Brutus! ...28. For 3 Feet High and Rising, this is Don Newkirk. |
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Dove:
This one is a short rendition in which me and pianist mate of mine By the name of prince paul... I shall not relieve, I mean reveal, my Identity... (girl in background: that's not funny.) So, I think we shall begin like this. are you ready, prince paul? You're f**kin' us up, man! Paul: my playin's good, man! Dove: f**kin' us up, man! as we begin again... rude interruption from Our audience... (background laughter) Here we go. Oh johnny You got a bullet in your forehead, boy Don't you understand, you dead Buried six feet under the concrete Ooh-aww-oh That's the noise he made when he got shot But johnny's still dead Still dead Thought about his mama Thought about his father josephine Nobody could help the boy when he hit the concrete Ooh-aww-oh The last words said by johnny But now he's six feet under and he's dead Our next song we'll play is called jenifa, we'll be back in a minute. |
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(Pos)
Yo.. we bout to get it (get it) get it (get it) get it (get it) get on down (down) down (down) Yo! We bout to get it (get it) get it (get it) get it (get it) get on down (down) down (down) Yo! Chorus: Pos We run it, HOT! When we over the drums To the, TOP! Cause the bottom we're from We got the, DROP! On your weekend crew cause you're full-time talkin while we peepin your view (Pos) Rahubat(?), you know my name I run my humbleness with fame God-body, nuttin plain while you claimin shepherd that you heard this you, heard this on day first Watch my man, he'll make it worse Ain't no new click, we still Native (Dove) Clothes knit, stitched tight, related that's the way we handle it Pin us up or mantle it We on fire you candle lit Daydreamin, on a rack Get bought worn and brought back We sport rhyme thought real tight (Pos) to gain sizes much bigger Life life well, get mail filled with checks from sales we deliver (Dove) Spend a little, make a little I want it big like white boy wallets Credit delievered, Fed-Excellent To my dot com, we on the web like Charlotte's Hornet, back her up, she too much on it Your plastic ass'll get swiped past the limit see you the type to get yo' cosmetics smeared on pillows all night Chorus (Pos) while we peepin your view while we, peepin your view We got they eyes on lock Let them flock to your wit while I spit after you (Dove) Look ma, I'm still rhymin Baby boy still providin Breakin bread in four states Makin these struggles get gone Private eyes, I see y'all spyin You watch while I clock Fertilize my brain data Makin accounts grow green like the front lawns (Pos) Yo I may be old school but I'm not no old fool Heard out your mouth words flee bout "These niggaz ain't nice" You just barbershop talkin while we round the world walkin B, you ain't D.M.C. You slip and fall on my ice No lyin, straight shinin I give you supper from my upper diamond You got limbs so climb in (Dove) Yo, soak up what you find-in We too pure for you to try You sniffin maybe's and if's (Pos) And if "if" was a spliff Man we'd all be hiiiiiiiiigh-iiiiiigh.. iiiggghhhhh.. (Dove) .. but it's not, so sober up You flashin out like you paparaz' You'll need to take a liver shot to feel the heat on how we runnin it, YO Chorus 1.75X (minus last line, 2nd time) (Pos) cause you're full time talkin while we, while we while we lettin you know I'm in a certified rhyme meadow for days If you ask Mercenary bout this shit, it pays Hitting Willie Mays style out the park Mastering in this +Art+ that's +Official+ Your ears absorb this like tears, on a tissue cause my thoughts are dollar bill crisp Distinct like E-Double's lisp L.I. alumni, wonder why I got it Got it? Get a piece Got product that you all should own and not lease Some say drummers play synonymous with ill with wordplay, that keep us all paid like a bill We're the parent company You the sub in my D-I-vision You don't know how.. {*words fade out*} |
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Now check it (sup?)
Let me set the mood here aight? (yeah aight cool) We gonna, set it off with In-dee-dee, dee-dee-dee, -deed (Yeah that's right) You know La-la-la-la-ladies first and all that (That's right ladies first) So peep it - you see this girl who been poppin MAD shit about you So I want you to get into it a little bit I want you to cru-cru-cru-crush that ?? (Indeed) I was sittin on my lunchbreak, grittin my teeth It's the last day of the week, man what a relief My arms are sore as hell, I felt rigid and stiff so I turned around and I rolled this big fat spliff That's when I seen her, steppin out a rented yellow Beemer This local ghetto fame rap cat her name was Tina She was braggin she was goin on tour The same shit she was screamin since the year before Ever since the De La Soul video, she seen me on the TV Heard that she was holdin a grudge and tryin to see me Workin underground circuits and mad cyphers of people When she asked who was ill, all she got was Indeed She wanna battle (what?) and it wasn't hard to tell All that I was thinkin bout was tryin to smoke my L I had four hours left and I was tired as hell Plus it was 12:55 almost time for the bell She had an ill screwface mug, frontin like she know Joe Gangsta bitch profile, boppin like allegro Forty-below Timbos, fatigues saggin Pullin all her money out her pocket while she's braggin on her gold fronts with her name on it Her ice finger roll hand g-low while she claim fame on it I peeped the stee' - then I crushed her with ease just for interruptin me while I was rollin my trees AIGHT? (Whoo!) That shit was bla-bla-bla, bla-blaze! (word) Now we gon' se-se-set, se-set this one up for my man Mercenary (aight aight yo let's do this) (whassup?) Yo, I don't want you to make it like a story or nuttin (aight) I just want-want, want want-want want you to come on some straight rhy-rhy-rhyme rhy-rhy, rhy-rhme shit - rip a nigga in his ass! And let him know how WE do it, y-y-y'know? (Pos) Now Maseo puff cheeba, while Rich sniff lines David J push the whip while Candy Cal pull dimes And me right behind, with the shorty gettin her math to do the Savion routine and just, tap that ass Still the one who kill wackness, man I left them niggaz crippled Had em all soft to hard back to soft like a nipple My +Art is Official+ while you're art-ificial Break you down to your very last participle Let me enlighten you, cause your third eye's on dim Me gettin taken out is rare like a smile from Rakim See I'm remarkable, you're just bull last name shit, y'all niggaz need to quit Open your mitt, and catch this I autograph every word you bit ??Testify then?? take your picture Got an infinity of non-rhymes to hit ya while your whole clan is blam Understand that you must be smokin POUNDS of weed out of a pipe and mistook your munchies, for bein hungry for the mic And now you have to deal with these cats who's truly right like estates with a pit on the lawn bark at the gates Put the whole entire plate in your face Make the point like who's that on that joint? It's me I'm in everything you see like ??, yo I'm in demand I'm in the club man I'm in your hand bein bought, I'm even in the thought from your girl The only thing you're in is in acting Your world'll be smashed Run against the Won and you'll be last like that call for alcohol, depletin your cash That's how you supposed to get in somebody ass y'knowhatmsayin? Know-know-know, know-know, know-know dat! Hahahahahaha {*ghost weed skit 2 follows*} |
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Squirrel: we've just played fifteen minutes of commercial free music.
Of course you're listening to wrms fm, and we Play nothing but de la slow music. we're coming up on the hour of ten O'clock. it's a full moon, and perfect night For lovers. we're about to do something we don't usually do, and That's... we'll I'll show you. Bitty: hello, hello, who's this? Squirrel: squirrel. Bitty: hi! listen, I don't have a lot of time, my name's mizuna, i'm On my dinner break from burger king and I just Called to tell you that I love your new radio station, I love Everything you guys do. Squirrel: thank you. and with that, the next song is just For you. and when you go back tell all the burger king Honeys that if they want to call and talk to me, just call Wrms. see ya. |
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Yo man let me make some cpt. krunch Man alright Yo man we have any milk? Yeah, what time is it? I don't know, what day is it? Don't know, well I'll tell you. Well it was a wednesday Me and boss hog was kinda hungry Like two eggs, and a slop beef slice of lettuce And a glass of milk and some cookies. Spotted in the mist was a bk logo What we said - well what do you know This chick thought I was trying to play fly Cause I had a pair of blue jeans on. Young girl, won't you take my order? She said, "yeah, but right now I'm kinda busy... Can't you see I'm trying to put this band aid on my finger? " Lingering, I could tell She's a b-k mademoiselle Ripped uniform and bottom bell And some jelly stuff on her sleeve Look to this cause I had no name tag on my collar Could be pissed cause she's clocking 2.45 an hour And then boss hog hollar "girl you better make this quick!" She said, "i ain't your girl and I ain't your chick!" I had an idea and lickity split Took my hat off and that was it Dread locks fallen all over me and then I said "yeah now we'll see!" And o' with quick velocity honey was mesmerized "ain't you that guy? " "aint you that girl!" "de la soul, right? " "no tracy chapman!" "why don't you come over to the counter; and write me out an Autograph? " Ha ha ha, I had to laugh She was quick with the bic just to get that autograph But me and hogg just laughed, and laughed "what's the name of that song you sing? " "living in a fast car," I said Forget about the order I made I'll go get a slice of pizza instead. Chorus: repeat 2x Bitties in the bk lounge, all they do is beg and they scrounge Bitties in the bk lounge (2x) Part two: F - female P2 - posdonus F - excuse me, would you take my order I have to go Shashawna's got a real job, dag don't you know! P2 - oh yeah, now I recognize The real real bitty with the fake fake eyes Yo, can I interest you in some burgers and fries? F - yes you can, but you can keep your lies Cause you know you can't diss me But your pissing me off I know where you live and I know that your soft You're as booty as they come [booty? ] And you dress like a geek My shoes cost more than you make in two weeks P2 - look, you don't have to play fly in here I can tell your fly by the weave that you wear! But you must be aware that a fly can be swatted by a bk tray By the way yo, here's yours F - I know your just sweating me to kill the noise Of your polyester pants and thier o' so high waters Look at what you do all day but take orders You bow tie wearing, clocking and staring I know your just upset because you cant get the rat/wrap I think you chubby for my man is living slack P2 - yeah, I know your man, the biggest punk in school Selling devil rock to the fiends and the fools! With one hand that punk I could snap- the kid is so skinny... F - but we be livin fat P2 - speaking of fat, would you like a diet soda? Cause less fat on you would spare us all the odor Better yet pour it down the pants and let the acid kill The smell that should have been left to masingel! Let me make you a deal, take the soda free and jet I got to much family to heed your threats F - are you a family man? [word booty!] Well I shouldn't be surprized Your sister's flipping burgers and your momma's frying fries P2 - don't even try that shit! F - oh damn look! [what? ] F - here comes one more It's your father he just finished mooping the floor Now give them a hand, it's the bk clan So you can't talk garbage about who I am P2 - well, arn't we living foul Speaking of foul how bout some chicken for the cow? Ops I meant you sorry for the mix up But your stomachs always big from the sexual slip ups! F - I could buy you and sell you for pennies, young man! {you'd better!} I think theres something you should understand I try to be nice and help the poor make money And since I know you need it, I'll go elsewhere dummy! Now b-k workers is too damn rude I think I'll go get me some chinese food |
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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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Yo, this girl called me..
"Hi Pos! Heard your shit, back in style baby!" .. heard the De La, said I'm back in style y'know? Heh.. (scratching) "You-you-you.. you need to stop" "I declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> Prodigy "Jam's off the meter yo, this {shit} is hot" -> P. Smith "There's always ONE.. (ONE!)" "Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains" -> Rebel INS "There it is!!" "I declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> Prodigy (Pos/Plug Won) The average MC sells terror We nail terror up against the wall for target practice Not one of your top five MC's but I see clearly with ease you lack this Coast to coast, we pop up on your scene like toast playin host to your regiment who rally to boast, but now boast no more They got floored by the sight of my ledger print I came specifically, to fracture yo' ability to grandstand anywhere next to me This is the year, when the true better man keeps the cheddar and writes to his destiny (word!) Timeless episodes of talent got me nominated by the ones who hated me on spittin tighter Salute these "Supa Emcees" for bein clever; and never use the weed as a ghost writer (scratching) "I declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> Prodigy "Jam's off the meter yo, this {shit} is hot" -> P. Smith "Run a rapper through a maze like a experiment" -> Malik B "Yeah, word up!" "I declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> Prodigy (Pos/Plug Won) Contrary to popular truth, these youth are runnin scared so in one stare they gettin strapped Cash rules NUTTIN from below the belt The dick choose to melt asses where them dollars at? (Where them dollars at?) Musta been bitten by a rabbit Actin silly like that; your pop culture need a diaper change I'm snatchin the mic, like I'm lootin with a whole lot of shootin while you're keepin out of sniper range Your aim's to please, my aim's to freeze you dead center in your tracks with your hands high Ain't no tricks, we set it to fire like Hendrix All the hard rocks at liquor spots All over the scene, makin it messy so we make a clean getaway to a better day Can't say the same, for them cats who left the game cause they couldn't claim the better pay This ain't no masquerade so the mass parade of people need to stop frontin There's truly a few makin them hits while us, we got our mitts closed cause you on the field buntin Make it to third bass, but never reach home The word is, your whereabouts is unknown While we're that point of view, that you never really knew with the stitch to keep the cut sewn (De La!) (scratching) "I declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> Prodigy "Jam's off the meter yo, this {shit} is hot" -> P. Smith .. ROCK A BYE BABY!! ON THE TREE TOP!! WHEN THE WIND BLOWS!! THE CRADLE WILL ROCK!! ROCK!! RO.. |
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L-Y-R to the I-C-S
Niggaz still fussin' bout who be the best When diggy-dawg bounce too I put all that to rest Anyone try test I put two in they chest Quest or no Quest I leave venues a mess Don't ask me to collab me and you don't mess(mix?) I stay fresh from the fresh never front nor 'fess In the name of J. Christ all mic's'll get blessed P: power possess flavor, style, finesse Microphone honeys two things I caress To all you fake Jiggy-niggaz, STILL not impressed Queens: I rep it to the fully, you'll think I own the Mets |
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(Make the bass come out so clear)
POS: This song does not contain explicit lyrics, but what it does contain is an udesired element. This element is known as the basehead, the lowest of lowest of all elements that exist. And the sad thing is, this particular element... is me brudda! Brother, brother oh brother of mine We used to be down as partners in crime From our parents our name was forged I was the Beaver, you Curious George Wanted to dispose of this and that But curiosity had killed the cat At this age no wonder it was read But this was the fate that you were fed Throughout high school our minds we'd waste High off all the cheeba that we could taste Soon you had converted to nasal sports Every five minutes cocaine you'd snort Told me that you needed a stronger fix Stepped to the crack scene in '86 Unlike the other drugs where you had control This substance had engulfed your body and soul Now from me you lost all respect Said yo need to put that shit in check Wanted me to believe that you had tried But your mind and the craving had coincided Said there was a voice inside you that talked Which said you shouldn't stop but continue to walk Now the brother who could handle any drug Had just found the one that could pull his Plug (Background:) (Ya don't stop, ya don't, ya don't stop) (Ya don't stop, the body rock) DOVE: "Yo, bro, got another rock for your hiking boots" "Gonna make you scream and loop three loops" "Gonna take you far on a freeway, okay" Remember that day? Slipped me a smile for a 20 crack vial Guess what? Time to collect, correct Don't have a dime? It's payback time, payback time "Don't cry the blues 'cause I got bad news" "Should I stab ya? Should I bite ya? Should I use my tools?" No, I got another way to earn my defeat, ah! (Slam the child on the hard concrete) (Make the bass come out so clear) POS: Brother, brother, stupid brother of mine Started getting high at the age of nine Now at twenty-one you're lower than low Nowhere to turn, nowhere to go My dividends and wares started to disappear Where it ended up, I had an idea Barking you with the quickness, reversed intent Instead went to Pop and gave him the print Now Pop grew tired of being a mouse Finally told you to get the hell outta the house From there a mother figure came into play Claimed for you she saw a better day Now Mom was a product of Christ's rebirth Thought the only chance was to go to church Quitting this stuff you had tried before This time you claimed you'd really score Something I had to see to believe Put on my suit and to church I weaved PREACHER (Squirrel): My, my, my. What happened to the people? The people who used to care about what took place in the world today? I've been summoned here today to reach the people who still can be reached, to save the people who still can be saved. Can I get an Amen? Can I get an Amen? Hit me! Forgive us. Said it's taking over. Taking over the world. All it's doing is taking over. Where them crackers at? Them crackers that they serve, where they at? DOVE AND MIKEY ROADS (In background as choir): Said evil's taking over Said evil's taking over Said evil's taking over, evil's taking over The Lord's gonna forgive us, the Lord's gonna forgive us, Lord Said the Lord's gonna forgive us The Lord's gonna forgive us POS: Bullshit, didn't believe a lick To this fool fell off, well that would stick Soon you reach your front of calm Walked round by rehearsing psalms Then you smiled with the funky frown What do you know, the voice is back in town Mom would say it would soon go away You and I knew it was here to stay But the man helped you when you helped yourself That meant going to rehab for your health Finally it went and blew your cork Heard you moved to the comfortable streets of New York And when my friends see me and come and ask "Yo, where's your brother at?" I'll be the first to splash "Yo, he's a basehead" (- Yo know who that was?) (- No.) (- The guy from De La Soul. Pos. Posdnuos.) (- Who?) (- You heard of De La Soul, right?) (- Right.) (- Well he was the one from De La Soul.) (- The one with the real nappy hair.) (- The one with... the dark-skinned one.) (- With the glasses?) (- Yeah.) (- (Background) Yeah, the ugly one!) (Fuck you bitch!) (And kept goin'...) |
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(Busy Bee)
That's right, I'm dancin y'all I'm gon' keep on dancin into the new millenium Ya understand what I'm sayin? Hey De La Soul, Beastie Boys I love the way y'all doin this baby Y'all just gotta keep kickin it because the kids don't know, the other people don't know but they all gon' know now because me the Chief Rocker Busy Bee gon' just keep kickin flava babyyy! Ah like this Just dance, and don't quit cause the music is gonna be the shit I just dance, and don't quit cause the music is gonna be the shit And now once upon a time in the place to be They was standin in line to see the Busy Bee When I pulled up to the curb in my ninety-eight I rushed inside so I won't be late You know the party was packed, where you couldn't even move And Busy Bee rocked, to the funky funky grooves To the beat that makes you want to freak Ah to the beat that gets rump out your seat Ah to the beat that makes you say Busy Bee, Busy Bee is in the house, ha HAH!! I like the way this is goin down man Ahh this is just too much We just gotta keep doin this Because this is how we do it No static, no automatics This is just how we just gon' keep kickin this flavor baby.. |
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Intro/Chorus: {sung}
Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby (repeat 2X) (Dove) How you gon' tell me to mind my own biz when you lookin like somethin I need to know about? I used to go about it the wrong way, tuggin your arm when you'd pass But I see you got class besides all that Yeah I'm picky in my own way too While the rest of these fools is lookin to screw your brains out I bling'd(?) out don't(?) wanna stand froze Practicin my hello's, hey lady, how you doin Renewin these vows is like fifty steps beyond from here Shit I don't even know your name yet (word) Ain't sure what your character contains yet But damn lady, you could be my Valentine Cupid got his infrared on my chest clocked Let the rest flock, they just birds anyway I grow my confidence in words the Henny way - yeah, buy me a drink so we can sink into that thought path.. Chorus (Pos) Now you know you ain't right, eyein me up all night despite the fact some kid is runnin chitta-chat in your ear How the hell we get here, with me over here, and you over there when we can make, such an obvious pair? Why miss? Have you misread my shyness for conceit? I'm peepin how you move it to the pace of the beat Got my eyes on wide as they constantly collide with yours Your heavenly body rushin the tide to shore Your heavenly body rushin these guys to the floor to find pleasure in your double digit design, but these clowns look hurt And as a woman's ex-nigga I'm a woman ex-pert Understandin how the ovaries and all that shit work Extremely dreamy, my eyes you look surprised that I'm movin closer - don't be, I'm supposed to D.C. Are you for real or a tease? (Dove) Now let that drink set in sweet, we up close and personal Ain't nuttin dull about this, sharp like Swiss precision (Caught you watch-in) my every move from the door Teran escortin us to V.I.P., we live in D.C. Shoestring dress I wanna fuck and make your hair look a mess Suckin the straw huh? You know the head game First place chick girl I'm all about winnin too I want my trophy life-sized in a see through (Pos) This ain't your average, whippin your batterage drivin song that probably isn't your type So I type it long with that ink that won't budge or smudge off your memory; courtesy of SkyTel My mail, pop up like some bubbles found on VH-1 Also need the math to your color pH-1 Not the old man in the club who needs his dub to get rubbed but sound the buzzer, I'm comin to sub Chorus 1.25X |
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POS: This is dedicated to all those HARDCORE acts!
DOVE: Yeah, you know them brothers that we used to look up to, that fell the fuck off! MASE: And now they doing all that R&B sh..(crocker!) DOVE: You mean Rhythm & Blues? DE LA SOUL: No! Rap 'n' Bullsh... DOVE: Connection A, click, what? My dick, chick I smack a fish if you thinks My connection ain't thick, dick Headed like a punk whip I travel miles with a rhythmic lip I rock an Afro In '83, G, yo And spray the sheen so I get a Soul Glow I play the corner tough And me and Mase pull puffs on a blunt MASE: Givin' high-five is what I want So I puff a blunt, I don't front I get spliffed, get a stiff Then I go hump a stunt Like a pimp pro (Nah, man, a super ho) That's cool 'cause I'm still an Afro bro Yeah, I'm live for my life is hectic Every hour, every minute, every second I keep a level head and stay down to earth 'Cause I've been an Afro since birth POS: Yeah Now I hold my crotch 'cause I'm top-notch I run amok Sasquatch, and I like to eat live crab I've got five beepers, you scab But you can find me directly on the Ave (You niggas cheat me, well who's that!) My breath never smells wack I eat the watermelon Tic-Tac Before I kiss myself I always jump back (Yo, G, this track is stack) (And you know that) I do three flips When a punk flip on my Duke lifts But I flex more strength when I'm asleep On the other side with his main tapes Make her dry her face, buy her gold earlocks But I may, she flocks 'round me like a donut She got sprinkles but I bite my way out More brothers come about, try to scheme slick But the Native Tongue's thick Lick 'em real good, like a real hood should But the fly tape let the car speakers shake I ran a cop down, I smile a frown with a but Show gold teeth, 'cause I ain't a vegetarian Not scared of beef, sport a feather like Chief Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads 'Cause I'm big-willed, blow off like a seal 'Cause connection with the Afro is real DOVE: I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss Because it's tough to bluff a cab No wonder Melle Mel is 'Rrrr-RAH!' I play of tape of the son of La Di Da My cousin Rilo sells blow, a G a day Keeps his kids hooray, a size nine and half I kicks my tricks, is to live for Island I mug a mug vic, but I's cool, I self With the quickness I talk the true slang Show no pit to those who don't understand MASE: The Maseo got tailed with the big bail I busted loose but now the blue goose is on my tail I seen the ghetto go lower than it is (He don't care, 'cause his nigga's selling crack to the kids) My jeans are brand new, with twelve more In the closet with my silk, and below My 45-pack thick, draw quick If a nigga starts some shibidibidit My crib is uptown, downtown, L.I. And another crib in Queens I munch on cornbread, Boar's Head My favorite pork chops and A plate of collar greens I chill with Shymel, Akeem, Jaheed And the Rastafarians'll be the crown in And the Poppa But the connections are still a high-five (Let's get busy) *Laughs* |
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Ladies and gentlemen!
We got de la up in the house tonight They just walked up in here We gon' see if they can come up here And do a lil' somethin for us [dove] Yo, it's star-studded in here I'm on the moon like the first man First can I grab is gon' get it She all independent but want her throat wetted Tight from the floor to height See I saw the night, in dream bubbles I fiend to see double So I sip until my bladder bust You in v.i.p., so why you mad at us? (word) By-stand, I'm in the world fox-trottin Gettin my fred astaire on, follow my lead girl Chorus: repeat 2x - (uh-huh only 2nd repeat) Me and you come over, we Do it like the cha-cha, just Like we at the cop-a, ca-bang-a (uh-huh) [pos] For all my niggaz runnin around like the mothership landed Or is it because there's some others who handed Their daughters over to the night life Yes we tryin to find a night wife to get wit Interface with they whole clique, I force the draft I get the first pick, run this easily ? ? rule like d, joey and jay Around the way, we're goin But first tell all these women who ain't knowin Chorus 2x [pos] Yo.. I talk no shame upon this I got aim all on this to shoot and score the trout Who's actin all cute and out of position while I'm wishin To get her bottom limbs arched like a grasshopper Puttin in work to make it last proper Ninety percent of the time is on my mindframe So I'm game to reign up to par While my fam runs it cool up at the bar, I stay clearheaded Lettuce enough cheese to get shredded We like navy seals lookin for the gold Our natural appeal got them others on hold Them girls dealin with us tonight Came with the large appetite and got served Got nerve to think less, you can bless me and my kinfolk Rushin up against my yolk-sac promote that Pimp play upon how we get it on for real! Chorus [dove] You see you hopeless up in the spot Talkin a lot of champagne taste holdin 40 ounce pockets Switch the sprocket to gear to top of the year We gon' drop it like confetti on it, get ready on it Her fast ass wanna get all andretti on it Makin my main man poke like trakmasterz Blazin-trail, we portland to nor-ton "honeymoon" flicks don't exist in this I sip a little left to twist spines together Vertical hold, we gon' combine together (yeah) Even if we spill the love We got compliments up at the front door Just tell em dullah sent ya Thirty minute tae*bo shit's how I bench ya All on a saturday night, step to life I love the way sally walk Bow legged in a two piece steel, we live in new york We live in new york Chorus 1.5x |
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THE DOO DOO MAN: How y'all feelin' out there! You're listening to the Rap De Rap show and I'm the Doo Doo Man playing all the slammin' rap tunes for all you Mack Daddies and Mackettes, so hold tight for a one hour rap sweep on WRMS. Who's the Doo Doo Man? (You're the Doo Doo Man!) Who's the Doo Doo Man? (You're the Doo Doo Man!) MIKE: Yeah, ha ha ha. You're listening to MC Rocco Ribs and the BBQ Crew, and when we're not burning that pork, we're in New York listening to the Rap De Rap Show on WRMS! KIM CARTER: Y-y-y-y-yo, this is Kim KC and I'm chillin' with the Suckwheat Posse, and when I'm not home making a hamhock sandwich, I'm listening to Rap De Rap Show on WRMS. You ravioli heads, we outta here. Ooh ooh ooh, the Doo Doo Man! Q-TIP: Yo, yo, what's up, 's up, this is Q-Q-Tip-Tip from a Tribe Tribe called Quest Quest Quest, I'm listening to the Doo Doo Man on WRMS-S-S-S and I'm out! MASE: Yo, my name is MC No Shame, and when I ain't getting busted in bed with your mama, or sellin' crack to the kids at Amityville High School, hey I'm listening to my man, the Doo Doo Man, on WRMS, peace! DE LA SOUL: This this this this is De La Soul, Pos Love This is Dove Love Mase Love And when we're not here we're where? WRMS y'all, with who? The Doo Doo Man! DIVINE STYLER: Yo, peace, this is the D-I-V-Ine Styler-Ine, and all come inside Divine, I'm listenig to my man, the Doo Doo Man, on WRMS. I am outta here, ha ha ha! BOBBY SIMMONS: Yo what's up my name is Colonel Bobby, I'm listening to the Doo Doo Man on WRMS... yo, and I'm outta here, peace. JUNGLE BROTHERS: Ha, yo, ha ha, the JB's! JB's in the house! Jungle Brothers, word up, on WRMS, Rap De Rap, my man! Like roaches lickin' soup. Doo Doo Man! Checkin' out the Doo Doo Man. (You got the cooties) PAUL: Yo, this is Prince Paul, when I'm not brushing my teeth with DiDi 7 or boosting my memory or purchasing real estate tapes, I'm listening to my stromie, my homie, the Doo Doo Man on WRMS! Rrr-RRAH! POPMASTER HIGHT: Hey hey hey Paul, I got a job for ya. You know that guy Rufus? That mouli? Freakin' lick him. |
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"If you will suck my soul
I will lick your funky emotions" This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie Millie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy Around this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin' But even cooler was my social worker Dillon Yeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces She had the curves that made you wanna take chances I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin' I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing At the time no one knew but it was a shame That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin' On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin' You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin' Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin' Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you? You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin' (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the deal?) I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin' How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him When I got home, I found she had tried to call me My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry) I tried to call the honey but her line was busy I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon I received a call from Misses Sick herself I asked her how was she recoverin' her health She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute She wanted to talk serious, I said, "go ahead-shoot" She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip You're just mad he's your overseer at school No need to play him out like he's someone cruel She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie I ask her what's her problem, all she says is "Where is he?" I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin' She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon None of the kids could understand what was the cause All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over |
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Who you foolin.. only foolin (2X)
(Dove) Yo, I stay cousin to this, introducing Mr. Dave Banner Scannin proper with my sight muscle This rap shit, is just my night hustle My J-O's to stay fearin of my G-O-D Whether what may, meet me at the front door See the pressure got a nigga knockin shit off his desk Cause of the stress I stack words make cats bruise they neck tissue Stay pertinent to the issues Cut your tag too close, display these verses tight, virtuals sort of like we supposed to, pantyhose raps you run Stay (?) like black folks some (?) mostly fakin it, to make it (Pos) I play low-key til it's time for you to know me Stir my lime with light, drink it down slowly Holy shit! Now look what I get A whole string of party people wanna run in my mix In my world they wanna fit like melanin in a tit Jam tight, they ain't my fam alright? They ain't my people Them niggaz screamin fam til they rank measure equal then vote, without leavin a note, and that was all she wrote Arranged produced my slang's obtuse but some distort, tellin stories like Mother-the-Goose My true fam's (??) back since with Vince Mason We'll draw on three, leave that body for the tracin Ultimate high, like them drugs you be lacin Coulda stood next to me, at the top of the key but you had to play gutter, didn't want to climb Now you find yourself talked about in my rhyme (Dove) While you fools claim corners, we gon' claim theories Y'all some stickball niggaz, we the World Series Been here, just pleadin the same case ever since we spaced about "3 Feet" Pinchin your ears, inchin for years but you still stuck at the mezzanine and we at the penthouse level with the same old rugs same old tubs, same old tables and same faults Same crew and the same old train of thought Chorus: De La Soul My guess you need to head West (who you foolin) Thought we'd fall for your phonyness you're (only foolin) yourself, thought you were down - it takes more than a smile and a couple of pounds to be crew Man you bound to get your tail caught (who you foolin) Spreadin yourself thin see you're (only foolin) yourself, thinkin all you need is the wealth You need to peep your whole circle out (Pos) Yo, since Jam Master Jay been rockin without a band and that sister k.d. lang been sexin without a man we brought our ultimate plan to birth Put in work for this game, it's not a game to me We've been furnished the props Now we out to furnish properties we own That's right (so) cats might know we ain't home My throne's threatened by fiends, try to do dirt Play Tony Randall - have that ass cleaned (Dove) Unveiled I see your exhibition, y'all need to cover that Fatherless styles, y'all really need to mother that Same expose, different page but when you see me in it it's the same old Dave (Pos) Y'all silly, you're just a civili', I'm a soldier Troopin in this path til the death won us over So if life is a party begin, to understand just like the DJ, we stayin to the end Chorus: De La Soul How you think you gon' get away? (who you foolin) Changin faces on the regular you're (only foolin) yourself, big top status, paintin your face Who you think you really gonna fool huh? We watch, what we got so (who you foolin) around on my premises you're (only foolin) you, into thinkin you can break in too my place, and not have to face, our position Who you foolin.. only foolin |
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RONALD CHEVALIER: Aha! What a beautiful day in the concrete jungle.
I think I'll go down to Goliath and just be a fuckin' dickhead! Damn, I feel good today. I'm looking forward to going and just beating the shit out of someone and taking their money. What a fucking great job I have! I wonder why I feel so good. Could it be the music? Could it be my breakfast? Or could it just be the fact that I just hate everybody, dammit! Life is grand, life is great, I'll get myself a real cheap date. Some woman I can take to McDonalds, spend a dollar twenty-five on, and have like, the best time of your life with afterwards. Life is too good to believe sometimes. But we all can't have it the way I do, so to all you suckers out there, kiss off. All right? Bye bye! |
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I WAS..
(Pos) .. on my way, to the disco You know the club, Maseo was rockin rub that night Midnight to four, name at the door but the whole crew I can get in as well So I got on my cell, called my nigga C. Smith Let this be a jam that we need not miss "Yeah I'm already en route," no doubt Might even jump up on the mic to make sure that this party's turned out And we some punctual types, on time, look for the line to stand we find girls screamin the blues Miscellaneous shoes everywhere "Yo Mase, what happened here?" ("Go Brooklyn!") Yo Brooklyn, y'all know the rules Bump ?? people and out come the tools Ain't been a fair fight since the creation of crews and that's why them dudes hearts all pumped Done closed the club down, cause one of they niggaz got jumped ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** Uh-huh, you heard the hook No matter you Braveheart or shook You can catch a bottle from the right, tap to the left Kicks to the mids relievin you of breath I seen it done sloppy, seen it organized Some saw it comin and for others it was SURPRISE Catch a swollen eye and blood loss, courtesy of the ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** (Dove) Yo! When they put the contracts out, bats and chairs included Chicks can get into it - 'specially pretty broads My New York City dawgs seem to master the art When you hear the ("WHOO!") that's when the bullshit'll start It only takes a second less you got on ice Just for wearin your chain in they club, they'll beat you twice Served with fried rice, you get a can of whoop ass My only advice is don't fall and book ass For the nigga who slip, don't fall in a position where your lip'll catch a hickie (girl they'll fuck your mascara) Shoot, go and ask Tara, just for havin good hair man they left her ass cute, pulled it dead out the roots (ARRRGH!!) It's never one or two of 'em, they headin out in troops Timbos, hoodies loose over jumpsuits Waitin for the first vic to disrespect Catch a double-dutch rope around your neck in the midst of the ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** (Pos) It's schematically plotted out to break hearts and bodies and ya best believe we came to party Don't cause trouble but still can find double the crew against you and your peeps and leap-like-frogs on ya for reasons like - not in the right part of town actin like you wore a crown Some occasions long and mean to earn the right to throw signs wearin only one color scheme And bein positive is no exclusion That's an illusion - you can still catch contusions for flossin your hard-earned shine I'm talkin games ?? ?? the longest then it's some other niggaz time You'll get beat out of your mind just for rage Shit my black ass almost got pulled off stage Just for holdin it down on the mic, you could be talkin, "Black people unite," and still catch a lump from the ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** (Maseo) Yo, it's this joint, called the art of getting jumped We had to put this one on the album y'know? Yeah - this is dedicated to them punk motherfuckers out in Germany That Turkish gang that jumped me up in the fuckin club Tried to knock me senseless They just couldn't get me though That's why I second round outside on 'em Pull out some fuckin guns - punk bastards and that's why my ass was hidin under the bridge (HAHAHAHA) |
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DOVE:
In no way are we trying to disrespect any sort of house or club music, but we're just glad that we're not doing it. And if we were, this is how it would go. (I can't be your lover) (I can't) Kicked out the house, you got Kicked out the house, hip house Kicked out the house for good (I can't) Kicked out the house, you got Kicked out the house, hip house Kicked out the house for good (I can't be your lover) (With your wrinkled pussy) (I can't be your lover) (With your wrinkled oh, oh oh) (I can't be your lover) (With your wrinkled pussy) (I can't be your lover) (With your wrinkled oh, oh oh) (I can't be your lover) (P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-put it on vibrate!) (P-p-p-p-put it on vibrate!) (Put it on vibrate!) (P-p-p-p-p-p-put it on vibrate!) (P-p-put it on vibrate!) Kicked out the house, you got Kicked out the house, hip house Kicked out the house for good You got, you got, kicked out of this house, baby For good (I can't I can't I can't be your lover) (Put it on vibrate!) (Put it on vibrate!) |
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Pass the peas like they used to say Pass the peas like they used to say Pass the peas like they used to say Pass the peas like they used to say (ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha) POS: First P is passed I am known as Posdnuos, Plug One to the whole race Rhyme on a tour Smart and much more Dispatch I've stood themes with the Mad Face Tall dark and lean Was once nineteen Now I'm one year older with reason Clean thoughts and drawers Rhyme flow never stalls The yes yes yes y'alls Will end this season The Soul reached high plains We didn't reach Soul Train But Don don't like rap So that won't happen Fame we don't lust God we do trust Arsenio dissed us But the crowd kept clapping Blessed with soul's lights So turn off your brights Overexposure will bring about a clear soul Don't push, but piles, For this here new style And excuse me y'all while I fill my potholes Pass the peas like they used to say Pass the peas like they used to say Pass the peas like they used to say (oh yeah) Pass the peas like they used to say (ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha) DOVE: Passed off second Tru I reckon Head full of dreds But knowledge inside Singin' on records, making it hectic Wishing it all would fall and die Radio works it, public consumes it Tommy Boy wants another "Say No," huh Rough and rugged It's not a new twist Been Trugoy since the first get go Here's the daisy Watching it die, see? Native is the new like Balance is the shoe Paul makes a mil like dill makes pickles Plus is to add like addin to the crew is Pimps promote us, RM's work us MP's watch us close in focus Watch me steppin' Now I'm dancing Then disappear with a hocus pocus Pass the peas like they used to say Pass the peas like they used to say Pass the peas like they used to say Pass the peas like they used to say (ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha) MASE: (people in the place this is very hard to conceal) (Pos get funky) (Check it out) (people in the place this is very hard to conceal) (Dove get funky) (Check it out) (People in the place this is very hard to conceal) (Mase get funky) (Check it out) (People in the place this is very hard to conceal) (Prince Paul get funky) (ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha) (ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha) Pass the peas like they used to say Pass the peas like they used to say (yeah) Pass the peas like they used to say (mmm) Pass the peas like they used to say (ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha) PAUL: Fourth P is passed I am known as (Prince Paul) Yeah thanks Mase Applied like chapsticks The songs are slapsticks Skeezoids with polaroids Give me such a case Trife or not trife Don't own a wife Yet I'm down and around for a good kiss I got a 40 of Pepsi A girl in Bed-Stuy And I'll end it like this! (Will rise, not fall) (Definition: Prince Paul) (Our Mentor, don't be sore) (When I say that's all) |
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Standing on the corner building. Seen the path. Looking at the corner streetlight, walking, and waiting for my brother to come over and then someone tapped me on my shoulder. 180 degrees I did. Oh my... what? Oh oh! I didn't hesitate so I ran and I ran and I ran and I ran and I tries to catch a cab. (Cab driver, fuck you) I ran into an abandoned building, I heard big heavy breathing on my back I turned 180 degrees again and oh oh! Oh my God! Oh, I dashed and I dashed and I dashed and I skipped into the BK lounge. I asked the lady if I could get a Whopper. She was facing... she was facing toward the back. She turned around... she stated: (Can I take your order?) Oh Chrissie! Once again, I dashed and I dashed and I dashed to my pad. The phone started ringing, but luckily my answering machine was on and with the quickness... (Hey, how ya doing, sorry you can't get through) Yeah, saved by the ha ha ha. I went into the shower. Oh my... I heard the holler... I turned the water on and she was screaming... who could it be? What did she want from me? What did she want from me? What did she want from me? She was screaming and screaming and she had the tape in her hand. But I knew what she wanted. I knew what she wanted. I knew what she wanted. (Please listen to my demo) (Mumbled: And wit your wrinkled pussy) (I can't be your lover) |
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Yes, this is Miss Renee King from Philadelphia
I want you to please give me a call On area code 215 222 4209 And I'm calling in reference to the music business Thank you Hey, how you doin'? Sorry you can't get through Why don't you leave your name And your number And I'll get back to you Hey, how are you doin'? Sorry you can't get through But leave your name And your number And I'll get back to you Once again it's another rap bandit Fiending at I and I can't stand it Wanna be down with the Day-Glo Knocking on my door, saying, "A yo yo" Knocking on my door, saying, "A yo yo" "I got a funky new tune with a fly banjo" I can't understand what the problem is I find it hard enough dealing with my own biz How'd they get my name and number Then I stop to think and wonder 'Bout a plan, yo man, I gotta step out town You wanna call me up? Take my number down It's 222-2222 I got an answering machine that can talk to you It goes Hey, how you doin'? Sorry you can't get through But leave your name And your number And I'll get back to you Yo, check it, exit the old style, enters the new But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew Or should I say flock 'cause around every block There's Harry, Dick, and Tom, with a demo in his palm Now I'm with helping those who want to help themselves And flaunt a nut that's doggy as in dope But it's not the mood to hear The tales of limousines and pails Of money they'll make like a pro I be like, "Yo black, just play me the tape" But at the show the time to spare I just make But the songs created in they shacks Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like this And now I hate they give me smiles Kool-Aid wide and ask "Was it def?" And with the straightest face I be like, "Hell yes" I slip them the digits to Papa Prince Paul So I don't go AWOL but yet I know when they call They get Hey, how you doin'? Sorry you can't get through Why don't you leave your name And your number And I'll get back to you Hey, how are you doin'? Sorry you can't get through Why don't you leave your name And your number And I'll get back to you Check it out Party at the dug-out on Diction Ave Haven't been to the jam in quite a while Figure I'll catch up on the latest styles 'Stead piles and piles of demo tapes bi-da miles All I wanna do is cut on the decks wild But edition up here bi-da miles to the center Reliever of duty, Plug One mosies in And I be like, "Yo G, Pos does all the producing" Now woe is me to the third degree Mase pulls the funny so I make like a bunny Jettin', but I'm getting used to this demo abuse Getting raped and giving birth to a tape 'Cause there's no escape from the clutches of a hawker Attached to my success, sent like a stalker Make way to my radius playin' fly guy Try to get on my back they force like Luke Sky Me, myself and I go through this act daily And rarely do I not No matter how I dodge some jackal always nails me No matter what the plot And even out on tour they be like "Yo I got a tape to play you back at the hotel" I be like, "Oh swell" Unveil the numeric code that dials my room And tell them to call me at noon But of course there's no Answering machine in my room But a pretty young adorer Who I swung on tour And if it rings while we're alone She'll answer the phone And with the quickness she'll recite like a poem "Hey, you done did the right thing, dial up my ring ring Now you're waiting on the beep Say, I would love if you'd sing The tune to Tru instead of fronting on the speak" So no problemo, just play the demo And at the end it's break out time Please, oh, please don't press rewind 'Cause I'll just lay it down the line Hey, how you doin'? Sorry you can't get through Why don't you leave your name And your number And I'll get back to you Hey, how you doin'? Sorry you can't get through Why don't you leave your name And your number And we'll get back to you Hey, how you doin'? Sorry you can't get through Why don't you leave your name And your number And we'll get back to you, peace Yo what's up man? This is Ronald Master down with the Fish Tank Posse, man, you know man So you know you can just hook me up, True You know we got this fly new jam called 'Swimming In the Fish Tank' You know we gonna rock it man You know what I'm saying I, I just need your help, Prince Paul gave me your number You know man, you just gotta do that for me Got this fly bassline Got these fly trombones in it man So just hook me up, man, just look out, all right Call me back at 557-2223 all right man Just look out, all right, look out for a brother man |
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(On and on at two steps ahead) (Three steps ahead) (Three steps ahead) POS: (What's the subject?) The Shwingalo, hot damn (Is Posdnuos gonna start?) I am, I am (And by the order of Shwing on hand) I present to you the Preacher Man Peace everyone, everyone I hope Plate is not a caper, plate is not a hoax Is it is the now step, labeled Shwingalo Shopper brag a basket, fill it to the bro What's the Shwingalokate? Question me instead. Mental is the mood, whether live or dead Level is the groove when I lead the led But hip is my lip when I'm Shwinging it (On and on at two steps ahead) (On and on at two steps ahead) DOVE: (What's the next step?) It's the fool of the clan (Is he down with the Shwing?) I am, I am (And by the order of Swing on hand) I present to you, the whole shalam Last was the gas, flower by the pound Shoo, puppy tough, shoo, flower power hound Season of the Shwing is sound and it's bound 90 got the gift so lift from the ground Speak me an age, age at the dough Feed me the donut, feed me the O School me with the new 'cause the new Kept me fed with the brew I'm glued to the stew and I'm Shwinging it Breathe me the out, breathe me the in Send it with a skit neither friend nor begin Label it a Shwing, brother come for the win Catch me the border, must start to begin 90 got the knack of the Soul, grab a bit 90 proved them wrong to those who commit Dis to the hit list, pitched by the hit Caught by the herds of those in the pit Pull me a puff of the blunt as it breeds This benefit's just what you need Just because I'm fallin', saved by the weed With dred, 'cause you know indeed I'm shwinging it (On and on at two steps ahead) (On and on at two steps ahead) POS: Constructed like an apple but roll like a grape Try with the games 'cause the fools'll take shape Stuff to the too tough, grave is in the groove Sop it like Sound, yo honey make a move Shufflin' your feet, that's stiffer than a nap Open up an eardrum, don't wait for the cap Sip a third of lager, extract the waste Tell me tell me tell me, can you get a case? Never oops honey, dope not a threat Peace be found on your color telly set Pick up the proof for the stool pigeon sing Shwing a load o' dat, 'cause I must put Shwing (On and on at two steps ahead) (On and on at two steps ahead) (Three steps ahead) (Three steps ahead) |
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Ha ha! Ah yeah! Got it going on like a big old fat high hard-on! (Hooo-weee!) Black Sheep in the house, sweet daddy Mr. Lawnge in the house, my man the Dres in the house, you know what I'm sayin', Huey Love in the house, long Posdnuos, Dove, Prince Paul, the immigrant Lucien in the house. The house Dreddy Bear, ha, Mike G! CHORUS: Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody do the baseball Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody do the baseball Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody Come on everybody let's baseball MIKE G: Got it goin' on. Swing it over here! Ochay, ochay, ochay. We gonna swing it over here, swing it over there. We gonna do the baseball. Ha ha ha! (Three feet) POS: A Nubian sprocket is the one Plug One, cut the cap Forward is the marcher of the chant, To the clan, unless you slept Willy to the Wonka of the feat Smoke your blunt, but close your drapes If we get fined by police, Don't worry, yo, I got the papes Toxic is the talk that I tell, Tell the tales from the lady who's fat Chris made the dope beat but no Bo Peeps (And you can't beat that with a baseball bat) CHORUS DOVE: Swing is the is of my step Plug Two, groove a gut On gets by when it's kept Three miles to my step Forgiveness to the foes is false I cook goose and serve a plate Position is opposed to a loss No cost, no relate Brother got a badge of his own Because the link of the life is slack This licks 'em down to the Tootsie Pop (And you can't beat that with a baseball bat) CHORUS DRES: Move over just a bit to the right of me For I cannot see where the booty is I sit, I'm looking out a foggy window Crack it just a bit, yo this is showbiz It's as though a pound goes around and around So I give a pound then I do the step Dres will be with Boca on the side Can I crack a smile for doz who slept Phonetics and kinetics perservere Therefore I kick it I took the L.I.R.R. but I did not have a ticket Had some Chinese food but I didn't have a spoon I had a dope rhyme but I didn't have it soon I'm looking out the window Day is filled with rain and gloom Man oh man oh man I hope I find my spoon soon Eating large fish 'cause I know it ain't cat (And you can't beat that with a baseball bat) CHORUS (Rrrr-RAH!) POS: Yo this is Plug One and I'm saying peace to Lorraine in Holland, thanks for not having my baby, peace. DRES: This is Dres. Danica, Boston, my first tight cushion, love you. MISTA LAWNGE: Yo this is the Sugar Dick Daddy, I'd like to say peace to my father, Bombed Out Brother. MASE: This is Baby Huey Plug Three, and I'd like to say peace to that mother a-ahem who stole my Pathfinder in front of the studio, peace! PAUL: Yo what's up, this is Prince Paul, I'd like to say what's up to all the doo doo eaters and all the Kelvin Mercer look-alikes, and I'm out. (God damn!) (Have a ball!) |
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Jody got a cat but she won't let it out Oh tough luck, 'cause it makes Jack pout Waiting on the wins he moves to the next Searching for the cheese, looking for the text In the Big Blue in search of the skins Grinning and laughing, laughing and grinning Padlock Jody got the whole scene played No knockin' boots till she's 14K'd Diamond in the back, sunroof top Waiting for the credit card so she can go and shop Jack plays the back, just knockin' other socks 'Cause now in the hood he's (Johnny the Fox) Till one ring came, Jody blew a spark Found about Jody round the corner in the park Flipping like a dipstick, hip to the news Practising the range, bellowing the blues Jack rolls the carpet in, swift like a skate "Yo, Jody, yo, gotta go, got a date" Padlock Jody's screaming "Wait, wait, wait!" "Don't worry, hon," he replies, "I'm keepin' the faith" POS: I'll never do the baseball with you again Yo, I'll never do the baseball with you 'Cause your hoochie-coo was so smooth Was it such a sin to let, let me in? Hooked by your ever-so-shyness Want that bush, heard you're from Flatbush Ran after ya, caught ya, Brought ya to Long Island, stylin' for a while In my hut, I was on a cut for a peck A silly Greg Peck You tried to play me new, Plug One you disconnect I'd try to touch your hair (You would say no) Yo, I'd try to touch your hair (You would say no) Is is 'cause you want my financial flaunt? First you gotta please me, nice and easy But I guess you want that in reverse, So I stand Plug First can see We got a serious block Turn the other way, ooh what do I spot? A hoopin' Hey Love whose scent left a trace Had a stash in her pocket with a body that's safe Ball to the eight, now you wanna swing? Forget the rap, yo, Black Sheep, sing (You're banned, you're banned) (You're banned, honey dip, you're banned) (You're banned) Yo, you're banned Ya banned by the preacher man You played yourself a stew Now to me you step, never mind love The faith is being kept DOVE: Now remember 'bout Padlock Jody, here's the fact Jack little wick but she was acting wack Jack wanna lay but laying ain't exact For the past four or five she was banned by the pack Hip to the witness, putting on a plan No money, no more Puddy Tat for the man Jack knows that honey means playing a game, Only wanna bowl, got nabbed for the fame Claude Van Damme (God damn) Sam was the man that you planned to command Nothing new about a neighborhood You know what? Padlock Jody wanna cut Jack's thinking cap, make mine into a pack "Yo, here's 20, 40, 60, pay me back" Conscience appears, "Yo Jack, what you doing?" "You play the cold while honey here's cooling?" "You don't have to if you don't want to!" "You don't have to if you don't want... to!" So he begins with the ring, ring, ring, "Hey Judy girl, how ya doin' Seen you with another man, what you doing? Screwing? Ooh, shame on you! What, you can't wait For the big bait? Well, I'mma tell you straight, Honey child, I'm keepin' the faith!" |
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