De La Soul

De La Soul - Come on, yeah lyrics

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(Once again my friend the funky beat has hold and we going on down to

   the A.M. for you and your friend, sounds here tough on the ear, You

   know that, coming at you so loud and clear so you have no fear we got

   the voice of the people's choice, the man with the plan who's got the

   the groove that makes you move, take your body higher, set your soul

   on fire, playing so dance to the beat and move your feet, top

   performers cold hardcore music deejays....)

   

   (Ego trip, ego trip, taking a train to the ego trip)

   

   POS:

   Johnny fever, I won't catch

   I'm Mr. Shockin' body rockin' finger pop I never stop

   That means I run it to the break

   'Cause I'm a sugar blizzard

   I'll blow you like a chicken and stab you in your gizzard

   Nah nah, let me back that up

   I think I'll freakin' shoot ya

   Parlay and smoke a L with my honey for the future

   Man, I'm happy as can be 'cause I got my OE

   Nah nah, let me back that up, let me back that up

   Johnny fever, I won't catch

   I'm Mr. Shockin' body rockin' finger pop I never stop

   That means I run it to the break

   'Cause I'm a sugar blizzard

   So when I come girls run the tongue like a lizard

   Yo, my style was created from the tapes of boys and girls

   WHo had the second generation dubs of crews at Harlem World

   Like the Fearless, the Crush, the Furious

   Where I transform to the physical in the Latin Quarters

   I was curious to how Kris and Scott blew the stage

   Back then I didn't know you kept the ego front page

   I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page

   I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page

   I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page

   Like my man from Black Moon when he enters the stage

   I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page

   I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page

   

   DOVE:

   I got seventeen kids who speak to peak rhythms

   And they all know I didn't come to make any sense

   I heard Mikey Roads bust licks like

   "Hey ma, what's for dinner?", spit cuss like a winner

   Malibu down 'cause they can't see the standard I clown

   Bundles and bags is sniffin' like

   Dragons (ow) and dragons (oww!) and dragons (OOWW!!)

   Hit the pit stop on the corner 'cause I see brothers flaggin'

   Party on the moon but first I gots to spoon

   It's wiggle your ass man, you made the jam jiggle like

   Whoomp, not that, ain't it? I hit the elephant

   Damn, Super Lover Man, your shit look thick

   But first things first I'm gonna take it to the sea

   The Chattanooga champ is gonna take it to the sea

   I'm the employer, you're my employee

   You gots to bust your ass for the cash money

   Double on a bobo, Mr Bartender

   Got to make this tree look pretty tonight

   I'm on a kite, never trippin' on the ego

   You know how we go, if I had a million bucks

   I'd go buy me an Amigo, a house and a pinball machine

   Slip myself some Spanish Fly and wet dream

   Amazing how I zoom to the pervert mode

   You wanna know why, you ask me why

   (Why you trippin'?) (Good love, good love)

   You wanna know why, you ask me why

   (Why you trippin'?) (Good love, good love)

   You wanna know why, you ask me why

   (Why you trippin'?) (Good love, good love)

   Do you wanna know why, you ask me why

   

   POS:

   Well you wanna know why, I'll tell you why

   Classic example of a date rape

   Check the moves in the laces so the shoes won't fake

   Standing on the bread, honey take the moves to the head

   

   DOVE:

   Nah nah nah, just sit to this permanent

   'Cause I'm a never movin', I clown it like

   Get down, get down on the illegitimate

   Yes I am the Chattanooga

   I know this girl named Joelle, her mama drives a Cougar

   

   POS:

   Ay yo, I flaunt gets way beyond the bets

   Little girl be cheesin' when I'm twirling her barrettes

   I'm entering through the centre in 'cause she sweats

   Now her Mister needs to see if my construction can be kept

   I run it back to when I had Millie in the sack

   Where she did the nothing 'cause her father showed her something

   I ain't frontin', I'm mashing all the comp 'cause I'm thorough

   Like crack, that's here to clear the inner city boroughs

   But jump inside your mind so there's no escapism

   Yo, De La Soul is here to stay like racism

   You wack-ass rappers, they don't take much to see

   If you don't sync with my mental

   What the fuck makes you think you can touch me?

   Well anyway, I'm levelling the masses, which gets me asses

   Now tell me who be the tramp

   Hey yo honey, what the fuck you riffin' about?

   Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out

   Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out

   Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out

   Hey yo honey, what the fuck you riffin' about?

   Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out

   

   (Lesson three, lesson three, lesson three, lesson three)

   (Ego trip, ego trip, ego trip, ego trip)

   (What you want, nigga, what you want)
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