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Lyrics
Three
That's the Magic Number
Yes it is
It's the magic number
Somewhere in this hip-hop soul community
Was born three: Mase, Dove, and me
And that's the magic number
(What does it all mean?)
Difficult preaching is Posdnuos' pleasure
Pleasure and preaching starts in the heart
Something that stimulates the music in the measure
Measure in the music, raised in three parts
Casually see but don't do like the Soul
Cause seein' and doin' are actions for monkeys
Doin' hip hop hustle, no rock and roll
Unless your name's Brewster, cause Brewster's a Punk (three)
Parents let go cause there's magic in the air
Criticizing rap shows you're out of order
Stop look and listen to the phrase ya Fred Astaire’s
And don't get offended while Mase do-si-do's your daughter
A tri-camera rolls since our music's now set
Fly rhymes are stored on a D.A.I.S.Y. production
It stands for "Da Inner Sound, Y'all" and y'all can bet
That the action's not a trick, but showing the function
Everybody wants to be a deejay
Everybody wants to be an emcee
But being speakers are the best
And you don't have to guess
De La Soul posse consists of three
And that's the magic number
(Three)
This here piece of the pie
Is not dessert but the course that we dine
And three out of every darn time
The effect is "Mmmm" when a daisy grows in your mind
Showing true position, this here piece is
Kissin' the part of the pie that's missin'
When that negative number fills up the casualty
Maybe you can subtract it
You can call it your lucky partner
Maybe you can call it your adjective
But odd as it may be
Without my one and two where would there be
My three
Mase Pos and Me
And that's the Magic Number
(What does it all mean?)
Focus is formed by flaunts to the soul
Souls who flaunt styles gain praises by pounds
Common are speakers who honor the scroll
Scroll written daily creates a new sound
Listeners listen cause this here is wisdom
Wisdom of a Speaker, a Dove and a Plug
Set aside a legal substance to feed ‘em
For now get 'em high off this dialect drug (Three)
Time is a factor so it's time that counts
Count not the negative actions of one
Speakers of soul say it's time to shout
Three forms the soul to a positive sum
Dance to this fix and flex every muscle
Space can be filled if you ride like my lumber
Advance to the tune but don't do the hustle
Shake, rattle, roll to my Magic Number (Three)
Now you may try to subtract it
But it just won't go away
Three times one?
(What is it?)
(One, two, three)
And that's a Magic Number
(Yo, what's up?)
(1, 2, 3)
(I say, children, what does it all mean?)
(Woah-woah-wo, 1, 2, 3)
(I wouldn't lie to you)
(No more no less, that's a magic number)
(No more no less)
(What is?)
(No more no less)
(Do the shing-a-ling)
(No more no less)
(Anybody in the audience ever get hit by a car?)
(No more no less)
(How high's the water, mama?)
(No more no less)
(How high's the water, mama?)
(No more no less)
(3 feet high and rising)
(No more no less)
(3)
(That's a magic number)
#DeLaSoul #TheMagicNumber
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Lyrics
Three
That's the Magic Number
Yes it is
It's the magic number
Somewhere in this hip-hop soul community
Was born three: Mase, Dove, and me
And that's the magic number
(What does it all mean?)
Difficult preaching is Posdnuos' pleasure
Pleasure and preaching starts in the heart
Something that stimulates the music in the measure
Measure in the music, raised in three parts
Casually see but don't do like the Soul
Cause seein' and doin' are actions for monkeys
Doin' hip hop hustle, no rock and roll
Unless your name's Brewster, cause Brewster's a Punk (three)
Parents let go cause there's magic in the air
Criticizing rap shows you're out of order
Stop look and listen to the phrase ya Fred Astaire’s
And don't get offended while Mase do-si-do's your daughter
A tri-camera rolls since our music's now set
Fly rhymes are stored on a D.A.I.S.Y. production
It stands for "Da Inner Sound, Y'all" and y'all can bet
That the action's not a trick, but showing the function
Everybody wants to be a deejay
Everybody wants to be an emcee
But being speakers are the best
And you don't have to guess
De La Soul posse consists of three
And that's the magic number
(Three)
This here piece of the pie
Is not dessert but the course that we dine
And three out of every darn time
The effect is "Mmmm" when a daisy grows in your mind
Showing true position, this here piece is
Kissin' the part of the pie that's missin'
When that negative number fills up the casualty
Maybe you can subtract it
You can call it your lucky partner
Maybe you can call it your adjective
But odd as it may be
Without my one and two where would there be
My three
Mase Pos and Me
And that's the Magic Number
(What does it all mean?)
Focus is formed by flaunts to the soul
Souls who flaunt styles gain praises by pounds
Common are speakers who honor the scroll
Scroll written daily creates a new sound
Listeners listen cause this here is wisdom
Wisdom of a Speaker, a Dove and a Plug
Set aside a legal substance to feed ‘em
For now get 'em high off this dialect drug (Three)
Time is a factor so it's time that counts
Count not the negative actions of one
Speakers of soul say it's time to shout
Three forms the soul to a positive sum
Dance to this fix and flex every muscle
Space can be filled if you ride like my lumber
Advance to the tune but don't do the hustle
Shake, rattle, roll to my Magic Number (Three)
Now you may try to subtract it
But it just won't go away
Three times one?
(What is it?)
(One, two, three)
And that's a Magic Number
(Yo, what's up?)
(1, 2, 3)
(I say, children, what does it all mean?)
(Woah-woah-wo, 1, 2, 3)
(I wouldn't lie to you)
(No more no less, that's a magic number)
(No more no less)
(What is?)
(No more no less)
(Do the shing-a-ling)
(No more no less)
(Anybody in the audience ever get hit by a car?)
(No more no less)
(How high's the water, mama?)
(No more no less)
(How high's the water, mama?)
(No more no less)
(3 feet high and rising)
(No more no less)
(3)
(That's a magic number)
#DeLaSoul #TheMagicNumber
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![De La Soul - Me, Myself & I (Live At Tramps, NYC, 1996) [Official Audio]
#DeLaSoul #HipHop50 #LiveAtTramps #MeMyself&I
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![De La Soul - Whats More (Official Audio)
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Lyrics
[Intro]
Merce, Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One, Plug Two
Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One
[Verse 1]
Tell me whats more essential
Rap lines, party past nine
Or reading which is fundamental
Tell me whats more pollution
Black fog, burning logs
Or infested prostitution
Tell me whats more appealing
Fast food job, corn on the cob
Or interstate drug dealing
Tell me whats more tantalizing
Flip flops, skeezer-lizing and props
Or 3 Feet High and Rising
Tell me, whats more?
[Verse 2]
Tell me whats more demanding
A dominant race, a fad called base
Or peace and understanding
Tell me whats more neglected
Teaching our seeds the fact theres greed
Or words being said in a record
Tell me whats more pathetic
A lallygag lush, the habit to cuss
Or a lawsuit filed on a medic
Tell me whats more amusing
Comic strip, or break that hip
Or what Prince Pauls producing
Tell me, whats more?
[Verse 3]
Tell me whats more old-fashioned
Lemonade, a Black mans fade
Or a kiss thats soaked in passion
Tell me whats more secretive
Love looks, a diary book
Or the De La style us speakers give
Tell me whats more off-tempo
Wearing pink, a fizzy Lipton drink
Or a brother with acne and dimples
Tell me whats more confusing
A Rubiks Cube, a dusted dude
Or a figuring which one ya choosing
Tell me, whats more?
[Outro]
Yo, Pos and Dove, stand clear to be plugged up
Ah, to hell with that, I aint got no time to be playin with it
Just tell me whats going on, I just wanna know whats going on
Go ahead, Pos and Dove, tell me whats going on, man
Won’t you just tell me whats happening, man
Ah, you won’t tell me whats going on
Id just like to say whats up to the Jungle Brothers
Id like to say whats up to the Quest
Id like to say whats up to Monie
Id like to say whats up to Latifah
Mike, you in the house
Hey, Pos, Dove, whats going on, baby?
Prince Paul, hey, whats up, man? Im coolin
This is P.A. Mase and I just wanna say
Hey, Kool DJ Red Alert, whats up, man?
Ah man, we outta here, alright, peace, yall
#DeLaSoul #WhatsMore #3FHR35
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![De La Soul - Ego Trippin (Part Two) (Official Music Video) [HD] ft. Shortie No Mass
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Lyrics
Im buggin
E-ghostbusters
Mercy, mercy, (ego trip, ego trip)
Mercy! (ego trip, ego trip)
Mercy!
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Yep, yep big trucker mans rollin in town
How ya do, how ya do
I got the joints to make ya (jump!)
Because Im headin eastbound
Tired of the merry go round and around
And everybodys talkin bout youre stuff funny
But they still tellin lies to me
I got the trees in my backyard
And its hard for them to tell a lie to me
And whos the foot, Im the foot but whos steppin
(Aint no half steppin)
You know where Im steppin
Skirts play wit it cause Im slick like that
Im the greatest MC in the world
You gots to gimme gimme mine cause Im heavy when I weigh it
Watch the way I say it (ego trip)
I change my pitch up, smack my bitch up, I never did it
The flavors bein bought, but brothers aint gettin it
Get it, or else youre a goner
When I rolls over ya gonna have to wanna lamp
Cause its the Chattanooga champ
Takin the train, takin the train, takin the train, takin a train
Now Im somethin like a phenomenon
Im somethin like a phenomenon
Well, Im the hourglass cat
Drug it out of jack (For Jill)
Cause I spilled the phenomenon
Pack the holes in my lawn
Got girls in my song
Word is bond, Im a livin phenomenon
Well Im a better brand cause Im a superman
I run the block with my circle cause Im nubian
I got the platinum rust, so dont even fuss
Cause DJ Paul, hes down with us
Now people stop takin my stylin for a joke
I dont sassafrass, I put the foot up their ass
Sometimes Im fast, blow off like a seal
When they reminisce over you
For real
Mase chopped the record down to the bone
And now Renee King is on my telephone
But I got the Ring Ring Ha Ha Hey Hey
Cause this type of shit it happens every day
I got to make me a connection so my imports stuff
(Word) Word em up
Cause Im so fly
Yes on and on
Im ins like - (Dont rock my yacht)
I got Gills like Johnny
Sail at 7 elf (Well, good for ya)
Bigger than bigs, dig it (I dug it)
Ways that amazes popes
I am the is equals is cause its caught up
When the tides taught me the ropes
No weights for the baits (Man, Ill give you four)
For a verb unheard of (Man, gimme one more)
Alright you got it if youre special
With a dapper toe tapper when a lots goin on
(And aint a damn thing happenin)
The answer to the riddle is me and heres the question
Who can be (fresh), who can be (dope)
Who can be (nice), who can be (beautiful)
Who can be (word), who can be?
Me be the Jericho Turnpike bandit
Yes, competition try to troupe my way
I sing the song you never heard before
I feed the famine in the mind
So mind ya manners baby
I run a line on ya
Lay ya on the springs then slay ya
All this and a condom cause I be a taxpayer
Promotin of a moccasin I skin like Danny Boone
When I swallow hear the (gulp)
So give me roomm just give me room back the hell up
Back the hell up
Know what Im sayin
Or when I run the mic there wont be no delayin
Pressure 40 does it like a Easy Bake oven
Blues got the muffin
Eat it!
Blues got the muffin
Eat it!!
Intoxicate many wit my talk without intoxicatin myself low
So I gots to walk slow but...
Dont you get too high
(Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip
Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip
Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip
Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip
Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip
Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip)
(Aaah!! Aaah!! Aahh!! Aahh!! Aahh!!
Aaah!! Aaah!! Aahh!! Aahh!! Aahh!!
Aaah!! Aaah!! Aahh!! Aahh!! Aahh!!
Aaah!! Aaah!! Aahh!! Aahh!! Aahh!!
Aaah!! Aaah!! Aahh!! Aahh!! Aahh!!)
Somebodys cryin?
I know somebodys cryin
Whos cryin?
Yo, somebodys cryin here
(Trippin down the fuckin stairs)
(YEEAAAHHH!)
#DeLaSoul #EgoTrippinPartTwo #HipHop50
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![De La Soul - Ego Trippin (Part Two) (Live At Tramps, NYC, 1996) [Official Audio]
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![De La Soul - I Am I Be (Edit) [Official Audio] ft. Maceo Parker, Fred Wesley, Pee Wee Ellis
#DeLaSoul #ClearLakeAudiotorium
De La Soul’s Clear Lake Audiotorium is one of their most sought-after releases by super fans. The holy grail of De La Soul albums, it was released in 1994 exclusively as a promotional item to A-list DJs. It features four tracks from the group’s Buhloone Mindstate album and two new tracks – “sh.Fe.Mc’s” featuring A Tribe Called Quest and “Stix & Stonz” featuring The Fearless Four, Grandmaster Caz, and Prince Whipper Whip.
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![De La Soul - Oooh (Official Music Video) [HD] ft. Redman
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Lyrics
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled (word)
Get your ass up, and lets get ill
Thats right, yall, we more than rough, we callin your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes (Brick City)
Yo, dont scandalize mine
I spent too much time
Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk
Never fetchin for crime, halt, who goes there?
Yo, its the squeeze of five fingers, puffin Smokey the Bear
Shinin black like Darth Vader caps, they on stare
While we rockin it, Ill rock in it (rock in it)
Like the little ball inside the spray can
Providing three coats for both child, woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It aint my fault your ass is on the asphalt (phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
Im iced out like a glass of tea
Better yet, oatmeal cookies, yall just rookies to me
Slidin up and down the court, but I dont think you can D
Why try? Maseo be gettin high since Luke was Luke Skywalk (yo)
Man, my topic of talk is sheddin shame all over your game
Like them shorties who claim that Afrocentric lovin is the past drug (what?)
A life filled with (guns) thats what thugs love
Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choice
While it muffles your voice
Now when Im swimmin through the joint, I put the funk on hold
Cause if you dont, youll see the bubbles come up
We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss
Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss
Most crews are post-current while were forever
Direct beats thats contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from the you-and-I-versity
Of hard-hitters, for real
Yo, I got niggas in the streets thatll blast your ass for the shine
And get, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, if you a fat chick gettin your fuck on tonight
Then go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if youre lovin our sound
Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, and to my broke niggas on the corner holdin me down
Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, I swear Tommy gon get it, he done did me wrong
I had plans to buy more land, plant corn
Bust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks
Set backs is gonna get my ass to be hostile
Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat (uh-huh)
Big moneys make the big decisions
Keep Hip Hop alive, its just an intermission (yeah)
Back to the second half of the feature flick
Dick stacks and fuck rap
I had a name for makin paper since papier-mâché (come on)
Now my dollar coins join pounds of Yen for play
While you broke niggas reach drunk much quicker
You dont make enough bread to soak up all your liquor
Went from God to Goddamn
Damn, God, youre killin it
Should incorporate it, invest half a mil in it
Rap cats talk with no will in it (uh-huh)
Soundin like they virtual
This jointll hurt you, yo
Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed (shh, shh, shh, shh)
They did a job (shit)
Took all my goodies out from under the tree, except the CDs (word up)
Of shiny suit rappers and flossin emcees
Who fail at takin it to rhyme degrees
Man, you know them whack poems get no play in our homes (nah, man)
You need to not get nappy with me
Or else we gon relax your mind, let your conscious be free
Yo, where my Wall Street niggas, if ya up in the stands
Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
To my women thatll throw they hands against they punk-ass man
Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed
Brick City go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (too smoked)
Yeah
Right now they call me, Hardcore Motherfucker
Hey, Hip Hoppers, tired of that old trend of ghostwriters?
Well, heres the newest sensation thats sweepin the nation
Ghost Weed, Ghost Weed
Hey ballers, ballettes, thugs, chickenheads
Take a listen to how Ghost Weed
Will help you kick it like your favorite rapper
Just a couple of hits and its gangster
Watch how we secretly sabotaged this cypher with Ghost Weed
nah, just, step back off
(Let me get some) I got Pharoahe Monch, Ima do it
(Yo, you gonna fuck that shit up, man) I got that kid like, whoa
Im sayin, uh
Yo, you need to take some more, son
Yo, I take another hit
(Ghost Weed) (oh, shit, ah)
(Thats that fire shit, yo)
Yo, yall gonna let me get busy though, real quick? (Yo, alright)
I wanna, I wanna hear you rhyme (yall gon, yall gon)
You might sound nice cause Im high now but (you wanna hear me rhyme? Uh)
Check my ad lib, uh
Yeah, aight word, yeah, okay, yeah (word)
Im ready, drop that beat (alright)
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![De La Soul - Lovely How I Let My Mind Float (Official Lyric Video) ft. Biz Markie
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Lyrics
[Intro: Posdnuos, Biz Markie]
I was born in the Boogie Down cat scan, when my building—
Nah, Im not even going for that this time
You got to kick that new—you aint been out for years
Why you gon be actin like that on this track?
Kick some old funk joint like this...AH!
[Verse 1: Posdnuos]
You know P-O-S-D-N-U-O-S
Usually the reason for a cardiac arrest
The back off you silly hardcore wannabes
Plugll fly to blow that ass from the ground like stacks of leaves
(Check the sleeves) Not a trick when sniffin in my word cause
(Only practice makes a real jam) Heard
Im just a man without the man con tan
Cause my tan been sittin in my DNA plan
Im a rap fan who never saw Bam rock the parks in the Bronx
Yet I still snap skulls in the dark
I can raise mad heads in the sky without a tool
Which requires a clip to play a nigga for a fool
I be the blessed cheer for an upset ear
Who had to hear Say ho forty times
Cause Im... (So fresh)
Yep, you heard from the one of many queens
Who dissed The Educated Rapper when I was just a teen
Back then fame was just a dream
But now I be the physical scream shoving speaks for weeks
And as for the girls like the Crew that Crash, I adore
So lets put the chorus to the floor
Girls, girls, girls, girls, reach out and clap your hands
I be the fabulous man, so just play the fabulous fan
And bring the breeze, bring the breeze
[Chorus: Biz Markie]
Gotta rock it, dont stop it (Gotta rock it, dont stop)
I gotta rock it, dont stop it (Gotta rock it, dont stop)
I gotta rock it, dont stop it (Gotta rock it, dont stop)
I gotta rock it, dont stop it (Gotta rock it, dont stop)
[Verse 2: Biz Markie]
Its the Biz Markie as you can see
You know I got more rhymes than Muhammad Ali
Thats why I rock the mic and Im in control
This is a rhyme dedicated to De La Soul
Im the M-izza, M-izza, M-izza, A, A, R
R-izza, R-izza, R-izza, K, K
Im not Jack, Jill, John or the Marvin, ayy
But hey, I rock the mic and Ill break your day
The B-I-Z M-izza A-R-K-I-with the E
And every record that I make Im rockin history
Hey, you know me as the man that go ah, ah, ah, oh
It dont matter cause you know I got pull
I rock the microphone down, Im rockin Gotham town
I do a dooga, dooga, dooga with the funky sound
Hey, hey, you know its me, the R in rhythm-B
The hip, the hop, I rock the microphone and I do, G
Hey, they want me go crazy, they want me go nuts
They want me rock the funky rhymes for the big ol butts
No, um, I got to do what I could what I could do
Cause Im down with the rhythm of the De La crew
Native Tongue, gotta give a shout to my man Tip
Bound to wreck your body and rock the ship
So check me out without a doubt, you like the way
That I could rock it to the rhythm with all the blasé
M-izza A, R, R, R-izza, K
The man appointed rap king of rock break of day
Hey, member in Long Island when I used to kick
Yo, I gotta stop, gotta stop (Rock) quick
[Chorus: Biz Markie]
I gotta rock it, dont stop it (Gotta rock it, dont stop)
I gotta rock it, dont stop it (Gotta rock it, dont stop)
I gotta rock it, dont stop it (Gotta rock it, dont stop)
Gotta rock it, dont stop it (Gotta rock it, dont stop)
[Verse 3: Trugoy the Dove]
Hey, see ya tomorrow, its the early bird
Silly Chattanooga got the shits for your curb
Whats a million bucks if your life is disturbed?
Whos in the shade if youre picking up the third
Listen, duck duck goose, watch the cockle-doo with Nuos
Cause aint no stiff behavin when youre David
Mister Party Maker but only to my peers
You could say My niggas but daughters open ears
So put a sticker on it, and dig it, doggone it
Respects to the Biz cause he is who he is
Let me catch my pace, give me sugar, Mase *scratches*
Oh, youre just so ridiculous
I gots to move it like a U-Haul, give me a call
7-8-9, oh shit, thats my behind
Lovely how I let my mind float
Now Ima take my baaad ass home cause Im a goat
#DeLaSoul #LovelyHowILetMyMindFloat #HipHop50
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Lyrics
Yes, this is Miss Renee King from Philadelphia. I want you to give me a call on area code 215-222-4209 and Im calling in reference to the music business. Thank you.
Hey how ya doin
Sorry ya cant get through
Why dont you leave your name and your number
And Ill get back to you
Hey how are ya doin
Sorry ya cant get through
But leave your name and your number
And Ill, get back to you
Once again its another rap bandit
Fiending at I and I cant stand it
Wanna be down with the Day-Glo
Knocking on my door, saying, a yo yo
Knocking on my door, saying, a yo yo
I got a funky new tune with a fly banjo
I cant understand what the problem is
I find it hard enough dealin’ with my own biz
Howd they get my name and number?
Then I stop to think and wonder
Bout a plan, “yo man I gotta step out town
You wanna call me up? Take my number down
Its 222-2222
I gotta answering machine that can talk to you
It goes”
Hey how ya doin
Sorry ya cant get through
But leave your name and your number
And Ill get back to you
Yo, check it, exit the old style, enters the new
But nothings new bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
Theres Harry, Dick, and Tom, with a demo in his palm
Now Im with helping those who want to help themselves
And flaunt a nut thats doggy as in dope
But its not the mood to hear
The tales of limousines and pails
Of money theyll make like a pro
I be like, Yo black, just play me the tape
But at the show the time to spare I just make
But the songs created in they shacks
Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like this
And now I hate they give me smiles Kool-Aid wide and ask
was it def?
And with the straightest face I be like, hell yes.
I slip them the digits to Papa Prince Paul
So I dont go AWOL but yet I know when they call they get
Hey how ya doin
Sorry ya cant get through
Why dont you leave your name and your number
And Ill get back to you
Hey how are you doing
Sorry ya cant get through
Why don’t you leave your name and your number
And Ill get back to you
Party at the dug-out on Diction Ave
Havent been to the jam in quite a while
Figure Ill catch up on the latest styles
Stead piles and piles of demo tapes by the miles
All I wanna do is cut on the decks wild
But edition up here by the miles to the center
Reliever of duty, Plug One moseys in
And I be like, Yo G, Pos does all the producing
Now woe is me to the third degree
Mase pulls the funny so I make like a bunny, jettin
But Im getting used to this demo abuse
Getting raped and giving birth to a tape
Cause theres no escape from the clutches of a hawker
Attached to my success, sent like a stalker
Make way to my radius playin fly guy
Try to get on my back they force like Luke Sky
Me, Myself, and I go through this act daily
And rarely do I not
No matter how I dodge some jackal always nails me
No matter what the plot
And even out on tour they be like
Yo, I got a tape to play you back at the hotel
I be like, oh swell
Unveil the numeric code to dial my room
And tell them to call me at noon
But of course theres no answering machine in my room
But a pretty young adorer who I swung on tour
And if it rings while were alone shell answer the phone
And with the quickness shell recite like a poem
Hey, you done did the right thing, dial up my ring ring
Now youre waiting on the beep
Say, I would love if youd sing
The tune to Tru instead of fronting on the speak.
So no problemo, just play ya demo and at the end its break out time
Please oh please dont press rewind cause Ill just lay it down the line
Hey how ya doin
Sorry ya cant get through
Why dont you leave your name and your number
And Ill get back to you
Hey how ya doin
Sorry ya cant get through
Why don’t you leave your name and your number
And we’ll get back to you, peace.
Yo whats up man, this is Ronald Master down with the Fish Tank
Posse, man, you know man, so you know you can just hook
Me up, True. You know we got this fly new jam called Swimming In the
Fish Tank, you know we gonna rock it man, you know
What Im saying, but I just need your help, Prince Paul gave me your
Number, you know man, you just gotta do that for me
Got this fly bassline, got these fly trombones in it man, so just hook
Me up, man, just look out, all right, call me back
At 557-2223 all right man, just look out, all right, look out for a
Brother man!
#DeLaSoul #RingRingRing #HipHop50
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