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INTERPRÉTATION
De La Soul
De La Soul
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Kelvin Mercer
Kelvin Mercer
Composition
David Jude Jolicoeur
David Jude Jolicoeur
Composition
Vincent Mason
Vincent Mason
Composition
Thomas Allen
Thomas Allen
Composition
Harold Brown
Harold Brown
Composition
Morris Dickerson
Morris Dickerson
Composition
Gerald Goldstein
Gerald Goldstein
Composition
Le Roy Jordan
Le Roy Jordan
Composition
Lee Oskar Levitin
Lee Oskar Levitin
Composition
Charles Miller
Charles Miller
Composition
Howard Scott
Howard Scott
Composition
Trevor Smith
Trevor Smith
Composition
Dana Stinson
Dana Stinson
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dana Stinson
Dana Stinson
Production
Hightower
Hightower
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Ha ha ha-hah ha-hah ha, ha-hah ha-hah ha Ha ha Flipmode y'all, whatchu talkin' 'bout? De La y'all, whatchu talkin' 'bout? Whatchu talkin' 'bout? Yo, you gettin' stomped by the marching band Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot) It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh!) Ace ban rap, the place the wasteland Bit y'all in my mouth, but you taste bland I feel fake niggas and mince these snake niggas That hiss but won't bite - false alarm And if it don't Rockwild, we fin' to drop a bomb (Word up) Strong grip on a mic like we Stretch Arm I been shine, you been warned and been torn Get smacked for the B.S. you been on Storm bad weather or not you stay scorned For ten years I've baked shit like hot potato Rhymes still drippin' like stu-b's, you groupies Need to show I.D. before the bust down Touched down the God put 7 to your Zippo And drop it on you heavy like a hippo (Now you heard that?) To all my dogs all the way in the back, ready to black I.C. y'all (see y'all) I.C. y'all Ladies get down shake yo' ass around, I hope you know that I.C. y'all (see y'all) I.C. y'all To all my soldiers on the corner I.C. y'all (see y'all) Women doin' what they wanna I.C. y'all To them people gettin' pulled over I.C. y'all (see y'all) I.C. y'all (see y'all) wouldn't wanna be y'all It's the one and only effect, that you catch from a cassette Straight wig out the world and girls we straight dig out ya back With letters spellin' out my name All over your marquee, cause the spark is me Currently we can be seen across your screen Stayin wide-eyed cause you niggas tryin' to scheme Welcome to the spot, I'm slaying with it Chop it up and fit it inside your quart of rice You speak ghetto falsetto on the mic device Tryin to give me third degree, you just a third of me Couldn't be the shit if you were a turd of me A man tight with my funds, crush like Ricky D Who quoted Vance Wright, no one can serve us My squad advance heights quite superb Just kick off your shoes, jump on the jock It's been a long time comin' this you need to cop To all my dogs all the way in the back, ready to black I.C. y'all (see y'all) I.C. y'all Ladies get down shake yo' ass around, I hope you know that I.C. y'all (see y'all) I.C. y'all To all my soldiers on the corner I.C. y'all (see y'all) Women doin' what they wanna I.C. y'all To them people gettin' pulled over I.C. y'all (see y'all) I.C. y'all (see y'all) wouldn't wanna be y'all It goes one (one) two (two) three (three) four (four) Bounce so much I ricochet up off the floor (floor) So raw shit the most raw you ever saw Quarter after four, niggas quick to bust the back door Baby, open your blouse while I joust another nigga's spouse (Quick Jamaican dick style all in they house) I practice to be the all access, you see the fact is My mouth dirty, so follow while I display the slackness Yo, you see my slang talk straight from the slums When I was young, moms put soap on my tongue, and yo-yo Forever we gettin' this cheddar with the quickness While I cast the spell on these bitches, you can be my eyewitness Short fuse, nowadays Langston Hughes We gettin' money with whoever - even the Jews The way we finagle and gain it must be all in my shoes Fuck a nigga up with De La like back in the muse To all my dogs all the way in the back, ready to black I.C. y'all (see y'all) I.C. y'all Ladies get down shake yo' ass around, I hope you know that I.C. y'all (see y'all) I.C. y'all To all my soldiers on the corner I.C. y'all (see y'all) Women doin' what they wanna I.C. y'all To them people gettin' pulled over I.C. y'all (see y'all) I.C. y'all (see y'all) wouldn't wanna be y'all
Writer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Trevor Smith, Dana Stinson, Lee Levitin, Charles Miller, Thomas Allen, Morris Dickerson, Lonnie Jordan, Gerald Goldstein, Howard Scott, Harold Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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