De La Soul

Verse One Maseo It's strong island for real where the critters run wild the prefix is 516 the top of the dial trhough the L.I. Sound to the villa down under and across the globe I heard a lot of folks wonderin' see big money that waves don't put the

When you love me, hold me and tell you care And what we have is much more than they can see} Ladies and gentlemen, here, here, here we go again No doubt, y'all care anymore, about this hip-hop man? I mean, how far will you punk motherfuckers go for 1

[Intro: sampled vocals] We are singing, you this message Through our music, reaching for a, brave and brighter new tomorrow, is the future We must make it, safe and happy, for the children Or... or... they will be lost Or... or... they will be lost [

Ahh yeah, ah ah ah Prince paul likes buddy Posdnuos likes buddy Trugoy likes buddy Mase likes buddy Wouldn't you like to buddy too? Ooh Prince paul needs a haircut Mase needs a haircut Posdnuos needs a haircut Trugoy would you please give us a haircu

Uh uh uh Everywhere I go (What happens) People ask me (What, what) Yo dealer, you smoke weed (No doubt) And I just tell em' YEAH! Two weeks later, they smokin' weed That's what I'm talkin' about I ain't here to tell you not to smoke weed Everybody ge

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The Instamatic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs Be some brothers from the east with some beats that be thorough Got the solar gravitation so I'm bound to pull it I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets Gun control means u

Hello Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany, mean Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany, mean Hello, it's The Soul Troopin

Ooh no-ohh, no-ohh Ooh no-ohh, no-ohh Ooh no-ohh, no-ohh Ooh no-ohh, no-ohh Chaka Khan, Chaka Khan It ain't all good and that's the truth Thangs ain't goin' like you think they should it's all on you I don't care about what you think you see The than

If the meek shall inherit the earth And not the weak Let me inherit the street, fuck it You know what I mean? I mean I love life man, you know what I mean Life is beautiful, it's just the shit in it that's fucked up It's rough but it's fair People go

(Yo, something's wrong here, no, not again!) (Get the daisies for the) Potholes in my lawn Everybody's sayin' What to do when suckin' lunatics start diggin' and chewin' They don't know that the Soul don't go for that Potholes in my lawn And that goes

[Trugoy] Oodles and oodles of O's, you know You get them from my sister You get them from my bro All I is is man And once an embryo Am I solid gold? I don't cast a glow Yes, I guess it's reflex Some have no control I'd rather let a laughter And tally

Now this goes out to all area clicks Centralized and way out in the sticks Remember to keep the De La 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 Remember to

POS: The instamatic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs Be some brothers from the east with some beats that be thorough Got the solar gravitation so I＇m bound to pull it I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets Gun control me

"If you will suck my soul I will lick your funky emotions" This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie Millie a Brooklyn Queen originally from Philly Around this time the slammin' joint was

[Dove] Mirror, mirror on the wall Tell me, mirror, what is wrong? Can it be my de la clothes Or is it just my de la song? What I do ain't make-believe People say I sit and try It's just me myself and I It's just me myself and I It's just me myself an

(When I) (First heard) (Criminal) (Minded) (I was in...) (Damn, where was I?) (...seventh grade) (Battlin' this other emcee) (Smokin' a blunt and drinkin' a 40 down lower East Side with my niggas) (I have no idea where I was, it was so long ago) (I w

(The radio is so clear in here.) (Hey) POS AND ANN ROBERTS: Hey Love Talkin' bout Hey Love Wanna be your push and shove Pop, popcorn up above Move me like Soul when I say Go to a club around the way And see my Hey DJ And make him play Hey Love Discov

Now let's get right on down to the skit A baby is brought into a world of pits And if it could've talked that soon In the delivery room It would've asked the nurse for a hit The reason for this? The mother is a jerk Excuse me, Junkie Which brought th

[Spoken Intro - Spike Lee] Peace - this is Spike Lee A.k.a. Shelton Jackson Lee A.k.a. loving husband and father of Tonya and Satchel and Jackson I'm here with De La Soul A.k.a. De La, a.k.a. The Plugs We're about to get in this song, "Church" A