De La Soul

[Dave:]
Kick up the dust like "Another One Bites the"
It aint the Queen version, see you heard em back on Bentley Road
with the show council - whattup Divine - the bell rang
It aint no champagne fall, we dump the taste through the crack
for the folks under the floor, on tour {*beatboxing*}
Ever since I was a "Fat" bastard
But now I travel a little light in my skin
It aint all that cute, I still tuck a little in
Like {?} body sting em Ray sting em, Ray sting em ("Sting em Ray!")
I blind box, niggaz hit em when I hear em
It stays six here to bake you rap crumbcakes
So scrumptious with cholesterol
Lube out your squeak, your selection is weak
This combination is like Halle and Beyonce (BAD!)
But smooth like Ponce DeLeon
Explorin this Dave West bounce that we on
On on on on on on on...
("Heres a very curious thing, a verse thatll fit any song")
[Pos:]
We all do what we gotta do
When no love in the heart of a city
No love in the heart of a crew, so most break up
Others stay together, cause theres not enough money to leave
They tryin to get the cake up, frost it out a little
in eight days and wake up, exercise demons
Leave you in a state screamin, "Come back De La, come back~!"
Sorta how Prince did to Nikki
No need for that, here to give it to you quickly
Cause some of yall lookin kinda sickly
Eatin that bullshit rap (word) split ya asshole
then let all the whack shit fall out
Then come grab another pouch and sprinkle us in (sprinkle it)
Until you stay twinklin, roll your ass up
No I wont pass up a toke, for all the shit De La wrote
So smell us all on your clothes
Try to wash us out, we aint comin out, thats how it goes
Winner of the pro see- FUCK ALL AWARDS ("Fuck all yall!")
[Dave:]
Yeah, and wipe your face pa
Your bone swat on speak tongues that aint near ya
I knew Cayman since we met on the Island
Kodak kid (CLICK) kept it all candid
An apple a day, we have FUN dip
I knew one dip, after school special delivery
She kept up on asses like Nancy Drew
We did a dance or two, until my girlfriend showed up
[Bitchy Girl:]
(Nigga I know you aint disrespectin me who is this bitch?)
(Why is this bitch all in your face? Why is this bitch ALL, IN, YOUR, FACE)
(Yeah whatever nigga just dancin, I am not the numerical uno)
(So you got one night out and wanna act like a little monkey?)
(I know ITS HARD OUT HERE FOR A CHIMP~!)
[Pos:]
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Its the summertime 1969 nigga, born durin the Woodstock
Many men do wish they could rock
But all they do is inject the value of shock
But KABOOM, I blow up the spot, the scene
The little ones, the teens, them elders, the peers
They dont run in fear, they gravitate
to the way I navigate know-how inside your ear
(Never) fabricate vo-cals inside your ear
And lets make it clear, Im Plug ("one for the trouble")
Wonder Why ("for the time")
Workmatic, pullin them dimes
who like to get on their knees and [WHISTLE BLOWS]
and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS]
and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS]
SHA-NA-NAHHHH!
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