De La Soul - Thru Ya City lyrics

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Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh

Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh, ohh

we talkin bout

[D.V. Alias Khrist]

Hot times, runnin thru ya city

If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity

We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*}

[Pos]

I ain't no thug son, my name is Plug Won

I drop a certified gem, for him and her

Knockin on your radio, like the Crash Crew

ask whoever you want - I'm managin the funk on the paper

Outside of that we pull capers for days

Ridin throughout the maze of street, while we blaze the beat

Watchin the sweet things wiggle they butt

to Plug Three, on the cut, movin on ya what-

-ever ya got, we gon' get, bringin our point, to ya position

Rippin stages with my thought coalition

Carryin on, eradicate all your stress mode

Just another episode through these area codes

We bankin on

[D.V. Alias Khrist]

Hot times, runnin thru ya city

If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity

We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*}

Hmmm..

[Pos]

It's the hot-ness, talked about but never seen

like the Loch-Ness, til ya cop this; drop it inside your vein,

and like a train, we be runnin throughout your legs and arms

You're high off our talent and charm

Check the caliber - this be a smash

like some food on stage for Gallagher

Wear ya bib, cause it's messy

Niggaz schemin on my +Girl+ as if my name was +Jesse+

Watch your manners! Now let me pass it off to Dave Banner

[Dove]

Yo, I set travels like Karen LaRue

Small talkin in the big city, it's all about gettin the coins

Everywhere I go I touch a tenderloin

They sportin a dot com Viet marker bomb

on your metro - MARTA order iron horse

Yo take the cross and meet a nigga at the butcher

I'm cuttin your girl - we on a world tour

Supplyin your bloodstream with nothin but the pure uncut, in ya

[D.V. Alias Khrist]

Hot times, runnin thru ya city

If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity

We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. mmmm..

Freak freak freak freak the funk the funk the funk the funk

funk freak the freak the freak the freak the freak the freak

Freak freak the funk freak freak the funk

[Dove]

We ain't walkin on a yellow brick road

These streets stay red and bloody kid

Study your code, so you can easily pass

I stash a little love when I'm on the visitation

If you crossin my lane, nigga do the same

I guaranteed to run through and prove the game

ain't bigger than the pieces in it

You see the pieces in it had me stuck travellin one side of map

Clappin hands with rap cats who ain't deserve dap

Long hauls and livin out a suitcase man

Chickenheads and gangs of fruitcakes man

Ain't nuttin better than explorin the outskirts

especially when she ain't got no pantyhose on, and it's on

[D.V. Alias Khrist]

Hot times, runnin thru ya city

If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity

We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*}

Mmmm..

Hot times, runnin thru ya city

If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity

We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*}

Mmhmmhmhmmmhmhmmmmm..

[Pos + Dove going "Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh" every 2 lines]

Yo - it's like, the Mercenary gettin down

And we got, Dave Banner gettin down

And we got, Maseo gettin down

And of course, my nigga Eno gettin down

And we got, Jay Dee gettin down (say word y'all)

And of course, the Slum V gettin down

And we got my man Khrist gettin down

And we got, Com Sense gettin down

And we got, N.D. gettin down

You know Troy Hightower gettin down

And we got, C. Smith gettin down

And my nigga, Dave West gettin down..