De La Soul Feat. Redman

De La Soul Feat. Redman - Ooooh lyrics

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Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled<br />

Get your ass up and let's get ill, that's right y'all<br />

We more than rough, we callin' your bluff<br />

And when it comes to rhymes<br />

(Brick city)<br />

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Yo, don't scandalize mine<br />

I spent too much time<br />

Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk<br />

Never fetchin' for crime, halt, who goes there?<br />

<br />

Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers<br />

Puffin' Smokey the bear<br />

Shinin' black like Darth Vader caps<br />

They on stare<br />

<br />

While we rockin' it, I'll rock in it<br />

(Rock in it)<br />

Like the little ball inside the spray can<br />

Providing three coats<br />

For both child, woman and man<br />

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God bless the God, lay these streets wall to wall<br />

It go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh<br />

Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry click<br />

It went, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh<br />

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It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt<br />

Got your chin touched by my fam<br />

Who thought you brought harm, you see<br />

I'm iced out like a glass of tea<br />

<br />

Better yet, oatmeal cookies<br />

Y'all just rookies to me<br />

Slidin' up and down the court<br />

But I don't think you can D<br />

<br />

Why try? Maseo be gettin' high<br />

Since Luke was Luke Skywalk<br />

Man, my topic of talk is sheddin' shame<br />

All over your game like them shorties who claim<br />

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That Afrocentric lovin' is the past drug<br />

A life filled with (unverified) that's what thugs love<br />

Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choice<br />

While it muffles your voice<br />

<br />

Now when I'm swimmin' through the joint, I put the funk on hold<br />

'Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up<br />

We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss<br />

Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss<br />

<br />

Most crews are post current while we're forever<br />

Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages<br />

Graduated from the you and I versity<br />

Of hard hitters, for real<br />

<br />

I got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine<br />

And get, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh<br />

Yo, if you a fat chick gettin' your fuck on tonight<br />

Then go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh<br />

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Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin' our sound<br />

Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh<br />

Yo and to my broke niggaz on the corner holdin' me down<br />

Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh<br />

<br />

Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong<br />

I had plans to buy more land, plant corn<br />

Bust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks<br />

Set backs is gonna get my ass to be hostile<br />

<br />

Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat<br />

Big moneys make the big decisions<br />

Keep hip hop alive, it's just an intermission<br />

Back to the second half of the feature flick<br />

Dick stacks and fuck rap<br />

<br />

I had a name for makin' paper since paper mache<br />

Now, my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play<br />

While you broke niggaz reach drunk much quicker<br />

You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor<br />

<br />

Went from God to God damn<br />

Damn God, you're killin' it<br />

Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it<br />

Rap cats talk with no will in it<br />

<br />

Soundin' like they virtual, this joint'll hurt you, yo<br />

Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed<br />

(Shh, shh, shh, shh)<br />

They did a job<br />

<br />

Took all my goodies out from under the tree<br />

Except the CD's<br />

Of shiny suit rappers and flossin' M C's<br />

Who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees<br />

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Man, you know, no wack poems get no play in our homes<br />

You need to not get nappy with me<br />

Or else we gon' relax your mind<br />

Let your conscious be free<br />

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Yo, where my Wall Street niggaz, if ya up in the stands<br />

Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh<br />

To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk ass man<br />

Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh<br />

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Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed<br />

Brick city, go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh<br />

Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke<br />

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

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