Tytuł: View

• Wykonawca: De La Soul
• Wyświetleń: 198

  
   [Pos]
  Yo.. we bout to get it (get it) get it (get it)
  get it (get it) get on down (down) down (down)
  Yo! We bout to get it (get it) get it (get it)
  get it (get it) get on down (down) down (down)
  Yo!
  
  Chorus: Pos
  
  We run it, HOT! When we over the drums
  To the, TOP! Cause the bottom we're from
  We got the, DROP! On your weekend crew
  cause you're full-time talkin while we peepin your view
  
  [Pos]
  Rahubat(?), you know my name
  I run my humbleness with fame
  God-body, nuttin plain
  while you claimin shepherd that you heard this
  you, heard this on day first
  Watch my man, he'll make it worse
  Ain't no new click, we still Native
  
  [Dove]
  Clothes knit, stitched tight, related
  that's the way we handle it
  Pin us up or mantle it
  We on fire you candle lit
  Daydreamin, on a rack
  Get bought worn and brought back
  We sport rhyme thought real tight
  
  [Pos]
  to gain sizes much bigger
  Life life well, get mail filled with
  checks from sales we deliver
  
  [Dove]
  Spend a little, make a little
  I want it big like white boy wallets
  Credit delievered, Fed-Excellent
  To my dot com, we on the web like Charlotte's
  Hornet, back her up, she too much on it
  Your plastic ass'll get swiped
  past the limit see you the type
  to get yo' cosmetics smeared on pillows all night
  
  Chorus
  
  [Pos]
  while we peepin your view
  while we, peepin your view
  We got they eyes on lock
  Let them flock to your wit while I spit after you
  
  [Dove]
  Look ma, I'm still rhymin
  Baby boy still providin
  Breakin bread in four states
  Makin these struggles get gone
  Private eyes, I see y'all spyin
  You watch while I clock
  Fertilize my brain data
  Makin accounts grow green like the front lawns
  
  [Pos]
  Yo I may be old school
  but I'm not no old fool
  Heard out your mouth words flee
  bout "These niggaz ain't nice"
  You just barbershop talkin
  while we round the world walkin
  B, you ain't D.M.C.
  You slip and fall on my ice
  No lyin, straight shinin
  I give you supper from my upper diamond
  You got limbs so climb in
  
  [Dove]
  Yo, soak up what you find-in
  We too pure for you to try
  You sniffin maybe's and if's
  
  [Pos]
  And if "if" was a spliff
  Man we'd all be hiiiiiiiiigh-iiiiiigh.. iiiggghhhhh..
  
  [Dove]
  .. but it's not, so sober up
  You flashin out like you paparaz'
  You'll need to take a liver shot
  to feel the heat on how we runnin it, YO
  
  Chorus 1.75X (minus last line, 2nd time)
  
  [Pos]
  cause you're full time talkin while we, while we
  while we lettin you know I'm in a
  certified rhyme meadow for days
  If you ask Mercenary bout this shit, it pays
  Hitting Willie Mays style out the park
  Mastering in this +Art+ that's +Official+
  Your ears absorb this like tears, on a tissue
  cause my thoughts are dollar bill crisp
  Distinct like E-Double's lisp
  L.I. alumni, wonder why I got it
  Got it? Get a piece
  Got product that you all should own and not lease
  Some say drummers play synonymous with ill
  with wordplay, that keep us all paid like a bill
  We're the parent company
  You the sub in my D-I-vision
  You don't know how.. {*words fade out*}