De La Soul - Stix & Stonz lyrics

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Chorus: All

If you can dig it, deal with it, if you can't, just forget it

Cause nobody rocks the party like we

Get loose, get loose, Sunshine get loose

Just rock, and show 'em you got juice

And have, have, have, have, have, have, have fuuuuuuun!

Verse 1: LA Sunshine

I know it's been a while since the last time

You're heard LA Sunshine pick up the microphone and rhyme

But now I think it's time to go for mine

So you can sit back, relax, just max and unwind

Because it's time for me to out a few heads to bed

Because I'm upset at what somebody said

I've heard it through the grapevine it's been said

That Sunshine, can't rhyme?

Ha! That's the funniest line that I heard in a long time

The wanna be me's that they I sound off beat

I'm not off beat, I'm totally unique and it sounds real sweet

So if you're ready, get set for a trip to the sun

You'll be guided, and I've decided to become

One to take total control of your soul

Young or all be bold because it's a sight to behold

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Sticks and stones might break your bones but Pos is gonna blow your mind

Ain't no need to hold it (Let it go!) Just one more time!

Verse 2: Posdnuos

Now you can bet that I'm first kick a watt

Soul son, Plug One, Posdnuos I'm top notch

Forward, backstep, got cabbage on the brain

So I'm leafy, peasy, and I act kind of sane

So homeboys and girls just come follow me

I'm the fried pipe piper down with dub and Plug Three

I like my mans, freestyle is not my flow

But I gets mad respect from Norfolk to Glasgow

I run this up to court about a minute to the sec

Cause my hoodie won't clash with Whipper Whip's mockneck

So my hip-hop teachers please show me the math

And after this give me your goddamn autograph

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Whipper Whip, you can make the microphone sing

Walking around sporting your diamond ring

All the ladies know you as an MC king

So get on the mic and tell 'em it ain't no thing

Verse 3: Whipper Whip

Well the Prince is my title and, I do what I must do

When rappers get beside themselves, that's when I bust two

Or three, see it doesn't matter to me

Cause the W-H-I-P's got an army

Whipper Whip, the Whipster, money gripster

Can't stand the tipster unless she got the hips to

Move a mountain, left on Kingsly and Fountain

1345 is where I used to count them

The grips in my bucket's the kind that choke horses

No more losses and no toy mosses

It's the Kings of Kingsly, from Bronx to Hollywood

I'm Whipper Whip, I but the G in "good"

Yo I can blow like a whistle, run far beyond average

Been rapping to the man like Randy Savage

You be the judge, come stand as I slam some

There's open invitation to all and then some

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Sticks and stones might break your bones but JD Dub is gonna blow your mind

Ain't no need to hold it (Let it go!) Just one more time!

Verse 4: Dove

I kick the Chatanooga Choo Choo so listen to the calling

Next stop's the body rock, here's the ticket to my clock

It's the flips, but keep your jaws on your hips

>From back in the days I used to air it to the hits

Earn the dance step and guaranteed to play the wheel to wheel

And Wild Style was the real, dig it?

I block the heckles and hecks and gets nuff respects

Without the "bah diddy bah" I couldn't go and cash checks

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DJ Mase, since you got the bass, why don't you hit it, hit it?

Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!

The do re, the mi phi, the sol la, the Tito

Rocking it, rocking it, yes he is rocking it

Tito, rocking it!

Verse 5: Tito

Smiggity smoking, no joking, turning styles like a token

No singer, but swinging rap lyric like a ringer

I'm solo, like Bobo, breaking backs like Bolo

No kitten, no hitting booby traps for the sitting

Ducks should I mention rhyme breezing like Benson

Or hedges, I'm fuming autographs for the human

Being, I'm g-ing, off like keying

Or Keenan, live Ivory, Waynan, who's slaying?

A TV or movie, hit singles often move me

Like groove me, they got me lingers like a ???

No slipping, no tripping on me while I'm ripping

Slam dunking like a donut on the Bulls Scottie Pippen

A vocab that's no fad, I'm Heftier than Glad bags

My son's about 2, buckaroo and yelling "Go dad!"

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Sticks and stones might break your bones but Superstar's blows your mind

Ain't no need to hold it (Let it go!) Just one more time!

Verse 6: Superstar

I get the honor to rap with some old school greats

Caz, Whipper Whip, Tito, and LA

Maseo, Posdnuos, Trug, they from the new school

A perfect blend from the old and new

Superstar, where did I fit in? How did I get in?

Where did I begin, sin?

I'm known from Belcourt to Freeport, not a West Coast or Five Boroughs

Yeah, my name's whispered in the ghettos

When I'm on stage, I write a book, flip a page

Write a chapter, and leave a hell of a phrase

Now, before I go, you know that I'm a pro, yo

You won't forget me, why, because I flow

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So GMC, ha, GMC, ha ha, GMC ha, GMC, ha ha

GMC, ha huh! (Yo my throat is sore)

Yo, get on the mic, stay on the mic (dammit)

Rock on the mic with your rhymes galore!

Verse 7: Grandmaster Caz

Well I'm a black act back to attack the wack New Jack

Smack the sad sack track with the stack of facts

True old data, see you later alligator

Raid or raider Darth Vader, cause I'm greater or rater

Made a plate of soul food, barbequed a rude dude with the attitude

Who got screwed cause he chewed

But I'm a writer, you can't take a bite of

So light up your lighter and watch me recite a

Dope verse or two with the curse or two, yeah rehearse a cue

But first a few minutes of funk, preferably seven

Microphones, all I need is one

MC's to school, ten or eleven then a bottle of Don

When the job is done, but don't stop me now

I'm on a roll, control the whole stroll

And bowl the whole toll, fold the known souls

Patrol shoot the fruit, toot toot the hoot

Scoot with the loot and knock a cute suit boots

Entertain your brain like Kane, not strain to maintain my main (shit) stain

Walls record us, break through the borders

All the manslaughters and kidnap daughters

Who are building and chlling in the building with a villian

I'm killing and illing but still in like Bob Dylan

I'm Democratic emphatic erratic static I'm good at it

And suckers get gatted with the automatic

Rhymes are plenty, styles are many

Yeah, and that's as real as Jimmy sticking Jenny

If anybody knows a trick to slip my wig

With a lick or real sick with a lyrical brick

He's a vick bound to get tracked off

Step to the Grandest and you'll get slapped off

Stage, and thoroughly stomped with the quickness

Now can I get a witness, cause I'm out