MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
de la soul - 3 days later
POS:
Smoothed out without the R and B
(Mercy) Come on!
(Mercy) Come on y'all!
(Mercy) Come on!
There's no R and B in this song
So come along fly children come along
Come along fly children come along
Come along fly children come along
There's no R and B in this song!
Pushed up a dame by the name of Crystal
Who flaunts to the point just like a missile
A habit wit ear kiddin' wit gold mags
And since she fancies facial hair she asks my name
(Hey baby what's your name?)
Now ever so fab I said I'm wala
Miss Wild who used to run tough wit Koala
She was a winner of my metaphor and she knew that
I said I'm gonna feed your mouth she said you do that
Now Crystal stops the jeep I think I'm mad fly
She used to have a man wit lots of mad signs
Her strut was guaranteed to make a gay smile
And in bed she had proved to be real agile
I show her to the lounge and I dined her
Then she gave me some digits where I could find her
I licked her like a stamp
Laid and sticked her like a champ
But the... um she gave me burn
I had to go see the doctor
(3 days later) Skeezer skeezer skeezer (Uhhhh)
(3 days later) Skeezer skeezer skeezer (Oh yeah)
(3 days later) Skeezer skeezer skeezer
(3 days later) Skeezer skeezer skeezer!
DOVE:
Well it was thirty after nine and I was loungin'
Tokin' on some smoke that I was poundin'
I rang up seven up so we can skip to the mall
Thinkin' a good day to shop
But then we got stopped
A shooter man said "Yo this is a stick up"
A whole lot of dirt was 'bout to kick up
I had screens in my pocket
And man, tonight's my date
Wit Smokey Sue, now what was I to do?
In my head I'm thinking, 'Should I dodge the bullet?'
'Man this kid is bluffin' you can pull it'
I feared the whole scene,
The shooter didn't bluff
Now look at me now,
He shot my ass dead
(Yeah)
(You shouldn't have)
(I did, so let's get in the van)
(You shouldn't have)
(I did, so get in the fucking van!)
(I love you babe)
(I.. I love you babe)
(I love you babe)
(I love you babe)
Skeezer skeezer skeezer
Skeezer skeezer skeezer
Skeezer skeezer skeezer
Skeezer skeezer skeezer!
de la soul - 360
Come on, yeah
Yo I'm from L I fella, vison had you tune into my figgida
(?)
Microphone is mobile
Holding mic's is so while I be just day dreaming
Drop for like, nine months, and rock from backyards to
fronts
Who wants to live the gutter life, we got sidewalks to walk,
baby
I need a chick with big potatoes to mash, baby
Hang like parachutes, I've been floating for years
Went from rapping in cars to rapping careers
One beer, two beers, I got the gift like Santa
I go from NY to DC, and down to Atlanta
Make you fly like propellor, we be down in the cellor
What I guess you call the basement, cause thats where all
the bass went
When we turn it up a notch, old school like Ed Kotch
Toss my foot up in the air and grab my crotch
Who am I? Michael, keep the music on a cycle
So we can finish up the flow within your fro
Word out
This is called frozen style
Shatter your teeth style
Freeze like artic style y'all
Come on
Check it out
I'm the P to the O to the S
Known to pinpoint the flow to the chest
So wear your vest, nibble the thighs and breast on
Vanessa
Had to sneak it cause her moms kept me under pressure
As the Sun appears to rise and set
Some cats live for the hood cause it's as good as it gets
But my plot is much thicker, I move it much quicker
Three-hundred and sixty mile to the P H
So I'm balanced, not a fella to fall
Connecting the dots, I got two propellors in awe
Went from ghetto to the meadow
Seen all degrees of hot, and froze when I was not
Like lot, my lady threw salt in the game
Invested cheese in the mouse who sent pork into fame
Now you hear my name being screamed on the ride of life
It's too late to get of, to get off
We in the house y'all, we in the house y'all
We about to get evicted, there ain't no lights or liquid
The bills ain't paid and last week we had a raid
Cause we partied too much but that's my family's trade
Invited all of my folks, and yo all my folks stayed
They tried to silence our shit, but we just pushed up the
fade
Sat back to charge a dollar, hadn't got paid
And called on the band and got stupid when the keyboard
played
(talking in backround)
Keeping funky with the Propellerheads y'all
Now listen
You see, I'm here to usher the pain with no relief
But still get the "Great Scotts, are you a thief?"
"Seems like you got a mouth full of gold.." records
Sorry for that, platinum plaque soon to come
Till then propellor got me working the drum
For a fee so notiFI the foe looking for the fumble
I hear you want to rumble on the mic, so check it out
How you want it, I got it -- Oh Yeah?
de la soul - 4 more
[Featuring Zhane]
[Never gonna give up on you]
We gonna do it like this
[Just a little bit]
Like that
[just a little bit]
Zhane
[just a little bit]
De La
[just a little bit] c'mon]
[Chorus]:
I'll never give you up
No I'll never stop
Keep it comin'
Keep on comin' 4 more [2x]
It's that brown man from long islandin' shores
Got a way with women so I get away with yours
Because you're whole game's outdated
Which leaves all the pretty women heavily sedated
Mummy you can play your ripley's
Or believe it or not
I shoot gift like heron
With skills of gil-scott
Nights like sir lancelot can get heated
Prescribin' your vibe, love,
I know how you need it
[Chorus]: [2x]
I like to mingle sometimes
So I head out of state to find a couple of dimes
But a government rate can't settle for no nickels
Even pennies for thought for short
I need connections
With big bank selections
Securing all the sections
With sing-sing corrections
Seedin' like nature, escapin' like gas
Tell me how long this love is gonna last
Thinkin' fast might spoil somethin'
Turn a [?] to nothin'
[?] to your lady is special
Seen a bigger picture on the screen
But you're a movie, you move me
You soothe me like holidays, getaways
The brochure said do it
So true
It's not a hold hand mission
Cut the public display
Heard you're headed for the stars
Put the gazers away
Mine times out of ten
We cut to good friends
But when we on the tenth
We gotta go the length
I'm not a playa
Yet i get more play
Than a talk show shown
Cross the USA
Have em' moanin' out the vowels sounds
Ooh, eeii, and aahh
And how by now you should know me and my
Do members of the opposite sex
Have their boyfriend screaming out
We got more techs
Than that ball team in georgia
[Yo, he said he's comin for ya]
All because the ho wanna go to the casbah
[Chorus]: [2x]
You can get with
Some of these women
Some of the time
When your face is in the light
[?] stirred with lime
Is it a crime
To set your mind to death?
Resuscitated
See how many brain cells left
I feel your body's drawn to my positive
Don't even want a baby
If it's that easy to give
I live right around the corner
Three states away
Take a holiday
Come check me
Watch how I set the
Mood, check a movie on the tube
Get your belt mad loose like lee
Phone's turned way down
To avoid the beef
Or the questions
If she's the only one gettin' lessons
You're into crime faces, huh?
Well i'll play your capone
Suzy q got the grill
To make the cake chrome
Situation's gettin absurd
Hot on a plat
So work the format
See how we do that?
And you're figurin
We love on the rock
I'ma keep it up front
To maintain the stock
Displayin all the goodies
From your knuckle to knees
Make it hot like the island degrees
Now that's special
[Chorus]:
de la soul - a little bit of soap
Please listen to this simple De La style I'm gonna sing
It's strongly directed to all the misery you're bringing
Now I'm not all about dissing someone else personnel
But there's no quota on your odor
That's right you smell
Now you might feel a little embarassed don't take it too hard
And don't make it worse by covering it up with some Right Guard
Before you even put on your silk shirt and fat gold rope
Please take your big ass to the bathroom
And please use
(A little bit of soap....)
de la soul - a roller skating jam named amp quot saturdays amp
(And rollerskates)
(And rollerskates)
(And rollerskates)
Q TIP:
Girl meets boy on Thursday night
Boy was high girl fly like kite
They hold hands until next day
Boy then lets go hit his way
Boy rules butt brags to his boys
Erection brings bad boy joys
Boy thinks of that big fat back
Big black fat love big black fat
Girl calls boy to stand him up on Saturday
Saturday
POS AND Q-TIP:
Saturday, it's a Saturday
It's a Saturday, it's a Saturday
Saturday, it's a Saturday
Saturday, it's a Saturday
POS:
Back once more with the wallop in the score
Must I ride and rip, should I make you rock your hip
Reviver of a roller-boogie in a rink
And sure to make you think about the times
To scope fun instead of fights
(But diving from a piece of metal sure to take your life)
Yo, slip your butt to the fix of this mix
Toss that briefcase, it's time to let loose
'Cause you've worked like heck to get the week in check
So unfasten that noose around your neck
Connected like a vibe from the wheel to the foot
Come on everybody dig the funky output
VINIA:
Five days you work
One whole day to play
Come on everybody, wear your rollerskates today
It's Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday-ay
(Is the word, is the word, is the word)
POS:
Now as you pump your fist I reminisce
To a bounce, rock, skate, roll
Fess to impress
Hey, pretty diamond, do you like the way I'm dressed
Cool, keep the faith and be my mate
'Cause all we need is feet
(And rollerskates)
But promote the hustle 'cause it keeps me thin
No need to talk, look who just walked in
DOVE:
(Is there a Dred on skates?)
Yes, man
(So kick the wham on this jam)
Oh Mr. Sprinkler, Mr. Sprinkler
Wet me for one, Mr. Sprinkler
I'm heatin' high-five in a daze, no split
With a yawn I trip to the dawn
Out comes the bodies following the one idea
It's clear, rattle to the roll
Hold back up the track, grab your rollerskates y'all
And let's zip on by
Zip-a-de-doo-dah, let's zip on by
Feed on a weed and we're feeling high
Sun is on thick and the cheese is rollin' quick
Come on, there's no time to hide
Season is twist, spinning and winning
No hackeysack, let let me in
Spill on the bottom away, but it's okay, huh
It's a Saturday
POS:
Now let's all get baked like Anita
Q-TIP:
Watch Mr. Lawnge, don't look at the peter
DOVE:
Feel on the fun, I'll feel on the
VINIA:
Hey, watch that!
DE LA SOUL:
It's a Saturday
VINIA:
Now is the time
To act the fool tonight
Forget about your worries and you will be all right
It's Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
(Aaoww)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
de la soul - afro connections at a hi 5
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'n'b sh..(crocker!)
Dove: you mean rhthym and blues?
De la soul: no! rappin' 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, gee, 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, gee, 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 bust 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 some cornbread, boar's head
My favorite porck 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)
de la soul - ain t hip to be labelled a hippie
Pos:
In america today
People think they know the way
Of the soul
De la is on the road
To blink and clear the hay
Behind the line of inner fine
We 've explained this time and time
Daisies don't mean everything
Daisies don't mean anything
But the word itself when broken up
Wears just a larger pound
D.a. stands for "t h e"
I is "inner"
S is "sound"
Y is "y'all" that's you
Should see the inner sound
Will help you breathe
But still i sport a heavy sigh
When i have to explain
It's just me, myself and i
It's just me, myself and i
It's just me, myself and i
It's just me, myself and i
Paul: so, you're just yourself, huh, pos?
Pos: basically paul, that's it.
Paul: you mean you're not a hippie?
Pos: no.
Paul: not even a half a hippie?
Pos: not a nugget.
Paul: wait. what about you and dove's parents?
Pos: straight up soul brothers and sisters.
Paul: so what the full equation shows is "the inner sound y'all"
Should be focused on, not just the word 'daisy' itself.
Pos: most definitely.
Paul: wait a minute. did you say 'most definitely?'
Pos and paul: rrrr-rah!
de la soul - all good
[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 onyou-whoahhha-ohhh-yeah
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
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
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
You see them kids be schemin on what we done copped
Always out there schemin!
They steady fiendin for the moment they can get us off theblock
Why they always fiendin?
Your people might have your back, but you need to watch yourfront
Indeed, ain't nothin guaranteed
That's the truth! Things ain't goin like you think they should
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
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, onyou-whoahhha-ohhhhh
Chorus
..............
de la soul - area
(i can just remember the number...)
Dove: just another area
Pos: for me to patrol
Dove: just another area
Pos: that shows i got soul
Dove: just another area
Pos: for me to patrol
Dove: just another area
Pos: that shows i got soul
I got soul you see i'm swimming in the de la
I'm in my hood man my manhood worries ya
I'm known for sampling of soul food
Off the old school plates
When i met up with my niggas from the 718
One the jungle bro, the other questers from queens
Yet i had the matrix of the 516 in my jeans
Still i sided with my funk to bring my second on call
For me and the sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804
(you're runnin' on an empty tank)
But still get paid in full
(and get the girls)
Man, i'm packing gravitational pull
Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes
I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen
(what?)
Dove:
Well, many many digits had me seeking in my wizard
Man, who's ringing up my area (ooh) oh!
I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone
Like the 718's out of vietnam
Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged
(man i knew a psycho)
703's on my love bug
I made mates with the brothers up in 215
Crazy buddhas in my mind
My chattanooga champ had me late for the camp
And my 202 keeps me marvellous
I guess mars was my hideaway
But if the stars for a getaway...
Pos:
Since i'm capable i conjure up a walk in this way
I slip a syllable for aspen and a chester souffle
I be the 919 seeker, 'cause ain't off logic
So when i'm with my crew i always have a place to sit
Due to this, a brother tries to play me
(yeah, like one in 514)
Yo, some kid tried to flip on me
They instigated a brawl
(so we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)
Then i just laughed
(ha ha ha ha ha ha)
(we whooped that ass)
And put the feelings aside, i know who i am
I cast the grain by the pound
I make sounds with the horn
When i colour the corn, caught the fit
And sit the two when honey slung the tip
Dove:
Well i'm taking my finds to the 301's
And im playing my flute in the rear kibbut
My man from the 908's, he don't like it like that
So i pipes till the sunshine hikes
A kettle of our master plan makes a malibu idol
(god forgive me) well, it's a hook
The third to the 0 to the 5 had top feel the vibe
When the 516 played convicts
Mase:
The man maseo is here to put the habit along
And what you have, i'm 'bout to speak about your area code
Is it 918? (no)
Is it 212? (no)
Speakin' on 404? (hell no)
What about 516? (i dunno)
What is it? (not tellin' ya)
What is it? (not tellin' ya)
What is it? (not tellin' ya)
What is it? (not tellin' ya)
(huh? what?)
Pos:
Just another area for me to patrol
I got status 'cause i'm baddest with the paint
Giving upside down frowns to london wood 703
Her moms didn't like it, i had to let be
For the fact i lays bricks
'cause my semen ends with the letter t
My seed is hard to submerge
I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched
'cause some knuckle might just head for the urge
But i got prince paul in the area
(oh, it's like that now)
I got hot dog in the area
(heh heh heh)
I got the violators in the area
(aaah)
I's got the violators in the area
(aaah)
It don't matter where you hide, i clear up the fall
Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud
Clear my area
(i'm going home now, i have been up all night.)
(i been up all night, it's still friday to me.)
(come on now. hey, ellory, i'm going home!)
(bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)
de la soul - baby baby baby baby ooh baby
Intro:
Ohh there go that bullshit again
You heard that shit?
Nah I ain't hear that
That's that bullshit from the other day
They done took the Buffalo Girls beat and changed it all around
They playin themselves!
Verse One: Jazzyfatnastees
You remind me when I reminesce of you (yeah)
All the freaky things I want to do to you (that's right)
Rub me up rub me down rub me all around (what)
Kiss me here, kiss me there, kiss me, kiss me everywhere!
Tell me what the cost to get in line cuz you are mine tonight
Gonna give you all I got to give, as long as you rub it right
I will love you right (I don't care if you diss me)
I will do you right (I don't care if you don't want me) *come on*
Baby baby won't you be my baby baby
Be my baby baby baby baby baby baby (come on, come on, hahh)
Baby baby won't you be my baby baby
Be my baby baby baby baby baby baby (yo, hahh, knowhatI'mean?
gonna set it like this, what)
Verse Two: Pos
Now I forgot how to forget so I remember your face
With your pretty accent, wearin man-attract scent
Others fakin constantly stakin out pockets of dreams
Always tryin to sham too that's why they crave champagne
But the blame still remains not to be on you
I know your style and your love lasts Long like the Island I'm from
I'm on the drum man, and it's all good
Cause I flexed on your ex, make sure he understood
That you would, never again want to be his wife
So we connect lips to hips, and uhh, eyes to thighs
You're my so-phisti-cated, lady
All mine, if you wasn't I'd go cra-zay
Outro: Jazzyfatnastees
Baby baby won't you be my baby baby Yeah baby, this is uhh
Baby baby be my baby baby baby baby Posda on the microphone
WRMS rocks the best hey hey hey it's the fat man
Scoop Wonder ear in your hand
That was JFB, baby baby baby OHHHHHHHHHH bay-bah!!!!!!!!!
Ha hah!!!
I pick my nose wash my clothes and be back in a minute
With Busta Rhymes, the mighty infamous
Zhane, A Tribe Called Quest, nonetheless WRMS
Fat man Scoop, tryin to get this rap loot yeah
de la soul - baby phat f devin the dude
Fat fat, uh
And along came Pos
Fat fat
[Posdnuos]
It's a sure bet
When I stare into your dark browns I get
Overwhelmed, overjoyed, overstep
My bounds, on your touchy subject
Your weight, shape's not what I date
It's you, my crew don't mind it thick (Uh-uh)
Every woman ain't a video chick (Nah)
Or runway model, anorexic
I love what I can hold and grab on
So if you burn it off,keep the flab on
We gonna stay gettin our collab on (Oww)
Girl we gonna stay gettin our collab on (Ooh, ooh)
We gonna stay gettin our collab on
[Chorus: Devin the Dude]
Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world
Tryna get witcha anyway cuz I know your a nasty girl
We's never gon' discriminate so lemme compliment your size
Oooh-ooh oooh-ooh oooooohhhh..
Yeah it's nothin but a litte baby, fat fat [5x]
[Posdnuos]
Claim you outta shape, you not outta place (Uh-uh)
You keep it natural with no powdered face
Without exercise you got the eye
Starin you down, make me wonder why
You women wanna frown at them stick figures
On them little ass girls, when a clique of niggaz
Run up and try to hurl game for real
Your frame holds appeal in the everyday
World in conceal is not the way
To go, I'm tellin you I had to let
Ya know, ya need to let it all hang
[Dove]
Don't be scared to show a little of that thang-thang
No matter how you weigh it girl it's femine
Got a body everybody wanna know (Yea yea)
Be the private dancer in my Luke show (C'mon girl)
Skip the salad girl, bring us both a menu
Eat the whole box of chocolates I send you (Heh)
See girl, ya more than just apple in my eye,
Confess I wanna get up in ya thighs
Downs, the rest'll tell you all the things..
[Chorus: Devin the Dude]
[Dove]
I love it when y'all broads wear it skintight (Skintight)
Make the big panties look like little panties (Heh)
Tryin to lose that bottom girl you been right
I saw who make ya cookies I should go and thank ya granny (Uh-huh)
Don't mind you being conscious of ya calories
If gettin paper stack man you'd get salaries
You ain't in this alone I got a tummy to
Just lemme watch the weight, don't let it trouble you (C'mere girl)
Nine ten specimen up in ya jeans
You 'bout a size seven and just make it fit
Slim Fast, lypo, and body creams
I'll put you on the dogs I got a candle lit
[Chorus: Devin the Dude] 2x
Yeah, it's nothin but a little baby, fat fat [5x]
de la soul - betta listen
[Listen all you fellas here's what good love is]
[Listen all you fellas the kind she understands]
[Listen all you fellas then you won't have to worry no no more]
[Listen all you fellas you betta listen] [you betta listen]
[Listen all you fellas here's what good love is]
[Listen all you fellas the kind she understands]
[Listen all you fellas then you won't have to worry no no more]
[Listen all you fellas, you betta listen] [you betta listen]
Mummy I saw one day
She was on some fume vapors
Givin' me lip so I continued with the caper
Cat litter had me sniffin
Since outside the palace
Eyes sicker than aids
Game harder than a callous
Tried to enter in her shit
She had locks on the session
Tellin me how her last man
Taught her ass a lesson damn
Well, i'm not the mayor
I take care of my dimes
But I excluded I had nickels
Addin' up to her kind
Short stacks with a wristful of jewels
Sayin she didn't need a man
To make her out for a fool
Dig it, miss, my love is credited in cupid account
And if you need that extra help
Gigglin, figurin' I had jokes for her humor
Then she broke out with the words
About knowin all the rumors
"See, all you niggas rappin be like pedigree dogs
Thinkin you can have me leashed
Around your microphone cords"
Somethin 'bout her lit me up like july
And with them onions in the pants
I couldn't help but cry
Seemed lost in the essence
But i had to find my way to take
Action for the digits just to set up a date
Thought my shinin was on
I had the skirts in the bag
Until i took a bit of time
To peep the price on the tag
She said "I'm that salt and pepa
Who like pushin it to sisters
You need to get to walkin with it mister,
I think you betta listen"
[Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is]
[Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands]
[Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no more]
[Listen all you fellas, you betta listen] [you betta listen]
We was at some outside jam one saturday night
When this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight
She was a ghetto philosopher
Yeah you know the type
Thinkin' Mary J. and sade understood her strife
Caught me lookin', "Yo what's cookin?"
"Nothin' from around here
So don't approach or hope
To be the man of the year"
I said listen deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be
I'm not the one to embarrass
But the one to emcee
I traveled the world q uarters on my relationships
Used and abused by hoes
So my royalty stubs
But above all
I brought my daughter into this earth
So I understand the need
Of women feeling of worth
She glanced deep in my eyes
And said "oh shit, you're ill
I like the way your mind
Moves around at will
Still, let me apologize for soundin so sassy
But you niggas act as if my ass
Has a sign that says harass me"
Her name was gail from the union of dale
I made her remove the shades
So her eyes could tell me the plan
Yo where's your man?
"Oh that nigga's past tense,
Painted bruises on my face
Haven't seen him ever since"
Gave a pinch to my bottom
And started rubbing my back
She said "i bet your ass is darker
Than a mobb deep track"
Only one way to know it,
And i was down to show it
So we jetted back to my crib to set it
She made it known
"I've owned thoughts of you
Since that song 'meeny-meeny'
Can't believe you're about
To be all up in between me"
Man, the flag was lowered
So my wood was raised
Followed a shielding of my building
To protect me from the blaze
This granted access to
Southern parts of her borders
Did you have her comin'?
Like the new world order
I caught her with the right combination
A good combination
Keepin' it in her hard, man
You betta listen
[Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is]
[Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands]
[Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no more]
[Listen all you fellas, you betta listen] [you betta listen]
de la soul - big brother beat
[Featuring Mos Def]
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ha! Ha ha ha ha
Ah ha ha ha ah ha ha ha ha ha!!
Intro/Chorus: De La + Mos Def
Now this goes out to all area clicks
Centralized and way out in the sticks
Remember to keep the De La/De La/Native Tongue
in the mix
Just like log cabin syrup my sound is game thick
Now this goes out to all area clicks
From manicured lawns to projects bricks/bricks/from 718 to the 51-6
Remember to keep the Mos Def/Native Tongue
in the mix
Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets/gets/straight butter
hits
Verse One: Mos Def, Dove, Posdonus
Now, come on y'all, get live get down
What we have is a brand new sound
So don't none of y'all just be misled
The De La's gonna do the body good like wheat bread
Shakin laces out of shoes, Mos Def bought the brews
Sittin indian squats to make that red tie knots
See I'm out to get the corn like in them rainbow pots
Swingin life like a hammock, invested like stocks
Via sinus complex, I aims to clog it up
Snappin by the pain as a crew hear the gain
We remain on your mind like skulls, not a golem
I'ma show it in the house all perimeters are blown
Native Tongue come through to make you say yes yes
This is the body Mos Def style fresh like baby breath
We are the killer combination with the size to administer
the beatdown to swell up all three of your eyes
Chorus
Now check it out, and ya don't stop
We got the big brother beat, ya don't stop
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Mos Def, Posdonus, Dove
I don't bug out I chill, don't be actin ill
No trick in ninety-six, Native Tongue gon build
But we be easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed
Cause to me, MC mean, make it clean
When I speak on groups and I'm smooth like gabba D
Tryin to hang out with Dove and catch love in Aberdine (word up)
I bag dimes like my man born on August 17
Life be nuttin but a river son I'm swimmin upstream
Playin wait up, with the data servin your ears
with information due to confirmation of the nation's most
wicked ways of livin, like them glassy eyed beans
Inhale to smoke the fiends, while bangin a table
Rated at the high point of the mass
Rippin MC's at the top of a class, occasionally
rippin some sucker's face
Or some suckable ass from a girl
It's a big brother beat for the wide wide world
I'm makin memos off these demos back in eighty-nine
Took you all on encounters of an unknown kind (right)
Did the hustle with a couple of us, but soon noted
That my niggaz buttered Benedict rolls, and then voted
I wrote in the dark so I could feel it like braille (uh-huh)
Heard the big brother beat, got locked with no bail
Came to set like equators invented, with the heat
Yo Mos Def how you radiate to make it complete
RIGHT *echoes*, so when I shine the light crabs wince
Manifestin for the future here in the present tense
No doubt, I love the sound biggin out off your Jeeps
Son I want the little kids bangin big brother beats
Chorus
We straight butter hits, we straight butter hits
Perfecta, perfecta
(repeat 3X)
Word up
de la soul - bionix
-- welcome to the second installment..
Y'all know my name so we ain't gotta get into alla that
Y'all know the deal
This is aoi part two, and we call this one "bionix" (bionix)
And as y'all always know, we gon' hit y'all with that de la shit
Yeah.. yeah..
Uh (better) yea (better, stronger)
Yea (better, stronger, faster)
Yea..
[dave]
Ladies and gentlemen, we in the trench again
Makin it relevant, just for the hell of it
I'm introducin it, throw a little juice in it
Got on that old bullshit to get you used to it
It's been a minute now, only a minute now
A little re-evaluatin, hope you feel me now
I'm on some new me, focused on the new tree
Tryin to shake the money off the limbs so i can do me
I blame the fans for it, i heard demands for it
Went to somalia, they holdin out they hands for it
Went to the hood, these niggaz tried to trace a dance for it
Dancefloor it after mase brings you out of the break
-- before we go any further we wanna send a special thanks
To all those folks out there that been supportin de la since '89
Now that's a long time
Overseas, city to city, state to state
Yeah, we gon' keep bringin it live to you..
[pos]
Unlike these underground mc's who rock for heads
We include the throat chest arms and legs
No need to spit in the cypher to show you i'm a lifer for rap
I cultivate moves larger than that
And i don't ball too much, ya dig
I gotta ball and chain at my crib who want my ass home
My heart-beat n.y.c. metronome
But can't adapt to where i'm at
And even though i sing it sick 'til i'm blue, i'm not a crip
So unlike non-gang members i won't c-walk to look hip
But if i had to join a gang i think i'd join gangstarr
Me, guru and primo with them beats for the car
That bounce trampoline style, revamp the deen child
Hot and mild and i hustle rap the same
Cuff a little shit, due to muscle fat, i gain
We them god type dishin the grunge to make you love
-- yeah kids
Just a little taste how we gon' get things started in a minute
Sit back, get your headphones straight
Whether you're ridin in a escalade or a pinto son, turn that shit up
Oh remember aoi part three comin soon, on some dj shit
Yeah - we about to get this shit poppin..
de la soul - bitties in the bk lounge
Part one:
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, its 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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