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De La Soul의 상위 곡
유사한 곡
크레딧
실연 아티스트
De La Soul
보컬
Maseo
보컬
Posdnuos
보컬
작곡 및 작사
David Jude Jolicoeur
송라이터
Kelvin Mercer
송라이터
Paul Huston
송라이터
Vincent Mason
송라이터
John C. Moore
송라이터
Jimmy McCracklin
송라이터
Lowell Fulson
송라이터
Ewart Abner
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
De La Soul
프로듀서
Prince Paul
프로듀서
Double B
프로듀서
Tom Coyne
마스터링 엔지니어
가사
Ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah
Ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah
Ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah
Ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah
Ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah
Ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah
Ooh weee, sho' lookin' fine
Ooh weee, sho' lookin' fine
Ooh weee, sho' lookin' fine
Ooh weee, sho' lookin' fine
Let, let me in
I got good news, I got eye witness
Good news, I got eye witness
Due in a hip lift, dead into my phenomenon
Dazed with the quickness
Sweat, one sweat, two sweat, three
Motions, what motions? What could it be?
She, she (watchin' you) who, me?
Hon, Velveeta got your cut
(Ain't no lockin' up now)
Give the symmetrics to your bottom
(Ain't no lockin' up)
Shake less of that Catholic cool
Push panic, the button, and freeze
A's for Amen, J's for the Jenifa
Oh Jennys, oh please oh please
(Oh please oh please)
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Force it like a motion, let me in to that
Flower power child, let me in to that
Let me sew your panic button, let me in to that
I got the semen headlocked, you won't get fat
Just lay, lay back, way, way, way
The oops up, it's a clear Saturday
We're selling my all-expense July paid
By the way, what's your name?
Just kidding, I know it's Renee
No, it isn't? Word, word, well check it out
Check, check it out
I got my my mind made up, come on, get it
Take a test, child
And get with this Pos position
From beginning to the Huckleberry Fin
If I was to yodel, would you let me in?
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Pos got the skyrocket in his jeans
Would you let me in if I was to sing
Like a hookey-non-stop-reggae-roots-rasta-king
Jimmy done starburst, know what I mean
Jimmy done burst, gotta come clean
Yo, Maseo, blow this scene
Dip, dip, di, you're making me cry
With that onion between your thighs
Come give me some of that brown sugar
So the sweets can make me active
If I said you were attractive
May I supplement with an additive?
Hey, hooker let me hook you with my reel
Take you to the crib, cook up a real meal
Skip the meal and walk this way!
(Hey, hey, hey)
Come on into my room, here we go
Here we here we here we go
(Boom!) Did you feel the bed break?
(Boom!) Did you feel the floor shake?
(Boom!) Did you feel the earth quake?
(Boom!) Now, quick, do you wanna take a break?
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
(What's this?)
(What?)
(In your pocket, that bulge?)
(Hey, hey, hey!)
(Harry, let me see it)
(Jumping jehosaphat!)
(Quaggin', quakin' and shakin')
(And that's no fakin')
(Let me see the gun, Harry, I want to see if it's been fired)
(Why are you complaining? I've always given you a piece of the action)
(So he huffed and he puffed and he huffed and he puffed
And at last he blew the house in)
Writer(s): Paul E. Huston, Vincent L. Mason, Kelvin Mercer, Jimmy Mccracklin, David Jolicoeur, Brian Birthwright, Lowell Fulson
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