De La Soul

De La Soul - Come On Down lyrics

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[Flava Flav]

Look man! You're botherin me G

I got shit to do right now, aight?

This is for De La Soul, y'knahmsayin?

Word up I got shit to do you test tube baby! {*laughing*}

Check one two, check one two

De La Soul, is now back on the map

Long Island, is now back on the map

Good rap music, is now back on the map

Yo check one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav

And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin nowhere

Old school is here to stay BOY!

[Posdonus] + (Flava Flav)

On the outskirts, of what works

Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked

Live by the sword and die by the semi

Not part of my ways, but stays right in my

N.Y. mentality for me to be the best

The current, the ones who weren't

pressed, to confess lies over hot joints

to sell to all who wanna hear some

(Young'uns these days got fireproof eardrums!)

They don't give a SHIT who's hot

Just long as you're not, pussy, and be the would-be King

But once crowned, the same wanna pull you down

(And what makes the world go 'round!!)

And I be the world renowned Wonder Why

Wonderin why you can't stand me

Is it because I'm the main Jackson

and y'all just Titos and Randys? (Yes, it is!)

Bless the kid who hold his own head and expect to last

At the same time, I want respect and cash

And a few paragraphs in them books

Tellin you how us Native Tongues made hits with no hooks

Rapped in every prefixes, gave birth to rap remixes back in '88

No disrespect to Diddy just settin it straight

Instead of zig-zaggin, got a degree in braggin

My daughter says I'm a teen, cause like a teen

my pants always saggin and I walk with a bop

The {?} part of my time, I walked from my pop

No longer on timey and was never on Loud

But cooked rhymes that make the Chefs of Wu proud

I'm top cloud to rain on your show

And still "anything goes when it comes to hoes" because

[Flava Flav]

Music (c'mon) New York (c'mon) Detroit (c'mon) c'mon down!

Miami (c'mon) L.A. (c'mon) Vegas (c'mon) c'mon down!

Boston (c'mon) Tucson (c'mon) Long Island (c'mon) c'mon down!

V.A. (c'mon) Portland (c'mon) Chi-Town (c'mon) c'mon down!

[Dave] + (Flava Flav)

Make you shake like, sunshine, naked shoe was once mine

Had bottom inner drawers and used to hit it from the mids

Fix your playground player or some kids'll

come stomp in your sandbox, swollen hands cocked back

No knives, no drama, no guns

No disrespectin your seed or Ma Dukes

I puke rhyme and you laugh, take a sniff

of these fricaseed raps on Carribean riffs

See last night's change was today's dough money

No time for your freestyles so roll money

No more whack albums with two joints

No more ballplayin rappers who shoot ya two points

(No more G cause I'm sick of your hip-hop!)

Your flows bore like seashores with no bitches

Switchhittin niggaz will receive no pitches

No diamonds on the field, just keep the game real

simple, see the God flows healthy

Wealth in the mind is like money in the bank

Exchange cash like thoughts in conversation

Thank you for your purchases, we dough out

and roll out the Kool-Aid, {?} see us pimp strut

Ain't really pimpin, I'm tryin to catch the bus

The Krush Groove ain't got shit on Cold Crush!

We dolly dolly babies cause we shootin cats

'Back to the Future' rap with Doc Brown shotgunnin it

And pantyhose your whole style and start runnin it

You dudes fiddle while we stay on the cello

The mush-in-your-room son, we stay portobello

Can't settle for the same picket white fence

I got dreams of barbed wire in front of factories pa

Still push the truck with the factories pa

I'm bound to wreck the whip and turn insurance out, make 'em shout

[Flava Flav]

D.C. (c'mon) Oakland (c'mon) U.K. (c'mon) c'mon down!

New Orleans (c'mon) Little Rock (c'mon) B-More (c'mon) c'mon down!

Memphis (c'mon) Utah (c'mon) Jersey (c'mon) c'mon down!

Atlanta (c'mon) Brooklyn (c'mon) Philly (c'mon) c'mon down!

[Flava Flav]

Yeah that's right! Flava Flav, with De La Soul

Act bold, and we knock you straight up in the hole

Y'knahmsayin? Six feet deep, that's the way that we keep, rollin

Y'knahmsayin? Operation tech sensation in the nation

Ready to take it to Penn Station, y'knahmsayin?

Yeah, ah ha ha ha {*laughing*}

Long Iz one is, that's where we is man {*laughing*}

De La Soul, you done it again!

De La Soul, you done it again! {*laughing*}

De La Soul, you done it again! {*laughing*}

Flava Flava, De La Soul, you done it again!

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