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De La Soul - Afro Connections at a Hi 5 - текст песни, видео

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De La Soul - Afro Connections at a Hi 5 - текст песни, видео

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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 rnb sh..(crocker!)

Dove: you mean rhthym and blues? 

De la soul: no! rappin bullsh...


Connection a, click, what? 

My dick, chick

I smack a fish if you thinks

My connection aint 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


Givin high-five is what I want

So I puff a blunt, I dont front

I get spliffed, get a stiff

Then I go hump a stunt

Like a pimp pro

(nah, man, a super ho)

Thats cool cause Im still an afro bro

Yeah, Im live for my life is hectic

Every hour, every minute, every second

I keep a level head and stay down to earth

cause Ive been an afro since birth



Now I hold my crotch cause Im top-notch

I run amok sasquatch, and I like to eat live crab

Ive got five beepers, you scab

But you can find me directly on the ave

(you niggas cheat me, well whos 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 Im 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 tongues 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 aint a vegetarian

Not scared of beef, sport a feather like chief

Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads

cause Im big-willed, blow off like a seal

cause connection with the afro is real


I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss

Because its 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 is cool, I self

With the quickness I bust the true slang

Show no pit to those who dont understand


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 dont care, cause his niggas 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, boars head

My favorite porck chops and

A plate of collar greens

I chill with shymel, akeem, jaheed

And the rastafariansll be the crown in

And the poppa

But the connections are still a high-five

(lets get busy)
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