Tytuł: Without a doubt

• Wykonawca: The Roots
• Wyświetleń: 244

Hey, hey, hey hey
   Hey, yes, yes I
   C'mon, c'mon uh, uh.. uh
  
   [Lady B] Another one of those Saturday Nights y'all
  
   Yo y'all, take heed
   Yeah, check it out, c'mon
   You're now rockin with the best.. uh
  
   [Lady B] Without a doubt, take heed y'all
  
   C'mon, yeah, uh
   Uh, yo, about to give you what you need y'all
  
   [Lady B] Without a doubt
  
   [Black Thought]
   Check it out now, it's the type cerebral
   World renowned, illustrious, ille-gal
   My musical affection, bubblin within your zone
   like champagne, known as the Fifth campaign
   Thought be doin his damn thang
   Bent like, a boomerang, tryin to maintain
   I'm both yin and yang from Mi Kan Lang
   What your lady gettin me up? I'm never answering
   Let her miss me, see me then she off tryin to kiss me
   Talkin bout, "I dig you Tariq, the way you twist me"
   Meanwhile, she comin home tipsy, all grinnin
   And what you used to fit em before, you now swimmin
   Just take a dive P-5 deep, the team winnin
   Takin hip-hop back to, the beginnin
   Cause MC's are pretendin, I slap your sound
   out the sky like I'm goaltendin, bring your career
   to an endin, enter the next era trascendin for real
   Knahmsayin? If not, then man listen
   For you to try to fuck with the Fifth, that's ambition
   I let y'all know the time indeed, y'all need to
   take heed y'all
  
   [Lady B] Get a little P-5-D y'all
   Straight from the town of Phil-ly y'all
   But we about to give you what you need y'all
   Without a doubt
  
   [Lady B] Take heed y'all, get a little P-5-D y'all
   Straight from the town of Phil-ly y'all
   But we about to give you what you need y'all
   Without a doubt
  
   [Black Thought]
   Yo, I control the stadium like the law long arm
   Warn, ring the alarm, cause here The Roots come
   The funk's all ready for whoever want some
   Your album get split like, a lump sum
   No doubt, under this influencin of outcome
   Millenium spaceship, totally wasted
   Schoolly D classic, though I vocally laced it
   Taste this swerve on a regular basis
   Servin y'all whatever the place is
   Blowin conniseur quality in my competitor's faces
   This is without doubt, your lady pass out
   This Illa-Fifth Twilight Zone, you ass out
   Shout, to my brothers on back route
   Whippin the short that's smacked out, dig it
   Strump this in your casette deck, hip-hop has not left yet
   I sent a verse in the mail like, a death threat
   The critically acclaimed composer, stand over
   whichever mute miniscule mic holder
   You never knew the real before, yo I show ya
   You need to make your thoughts more sober, think it over
  
   [Lady B] Take heed y'all, get a little P-5-D y'all
   Straight from the town of Phil-ly y'all
   But we about to give you what you need y'all
   Without a doubt (repeat 4X)