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De La Soul mp3
Get your ass up, and lets get ill Thats right yall, we more than rough, we callin your bluff And when it comes to rhymes... (brick city) [pos] Yo, dont 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, its the squeeze of five fingers, puffin smokey the bear Shinin black like darth vader caps, they on stare [pos] While we rockin it, Ill 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 aint my fault your ass is on the ashphalt Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see Im iced out like a glass of tea Better yet, oatmeal cookies, yall just rookies to me Slidin up and down the court, but I dont 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*) thats what thugs love Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choice While it muffles your voice [dove] Now when Im swimmin through the joint, I put the funk on hold Cause if you dont, youll 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 were forever Direct beats thats 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 thatll 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 youre 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 moneys make the big decisions Keep hip-hop alive, its 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 dont make enough bread to soak up all your liquor Went from God to God damn [redman] Damn god, youre 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 jointll 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 cds 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 thatll 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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