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De La Soul
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Lyricist:David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Kelvin Mercer
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
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
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
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
To gain sizes much bigger Life life well, get mail filled with Checks from sales we deliver
Spend a little, make a little I want it big like white boy wallets Credit delivered, 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
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 While we peepin' your view, while we peepin' your view
We got they eyes on lock Let them flock to your with while I spit after you
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Fertilize my brain data Makin' accounts grow green like the front lawns
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
Yo, soak up what you find in We too pure for you to try You sniffin' maybes and ifs And if 'if' was a spliff Man we'd all be high, high, high
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
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
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, 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
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