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De La Soul - Come on, yeah - текст песни, видео

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De La Soul - Come on, yeah - текст песни, видео

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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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