De La Soul - Dinninit Lyrics
Now, where the ladies at?"Yo, we're chillin' over here"And all the fellas?"Takin over this year"I heard the party's round here, right?"You know that's right"Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, heyNow, where the ladies at?"Yo, we're chillin' over here"And all the fellas, the fellas?"Takin over this year"I heard the party's round here, right?"You know that's right"Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, heyDinninit, yo, hey, hey, heyDinninit, yo, hey, hey, heyDinninit, yo, hey, hey, heyDinninit, yo, hey, hey, heyIt's so real when we come throughSunshine be on my sidewalk when i come throughSchoolly d like family reunionsMidday may, it's all lovin'Take a walk down to d dot cThe war's tuggin'And ain't no druggin'My credit's a gainWhile you searchin for some trickTo put the shit in her nameI be spendin on wall streetAnd buyin' boardwalkDodging problems of the worldDrawn out in white chalkPeace, mr. warI'm seein' all dimensionsBut unlike your eye extensionsMy vision don't blur'What' 'when' and 'word'sWhere the gossip occurHeard i'm sexin' sadeAnd i bought her a furBattin' eyes at toni braxtonAnd i bought her a furNow i'm hittin' whitney houstonOh, she bought me a fur?Far-fetched like glass teksAnd kiddie rolexSoon comin'But now it's time to kick the fun inNow, where the ladies at?"Yo, we're chillin' over here"And all the fellas?"Takin over this year"I heard the party's round here, right?"You know that's right"Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, heyI'm pourin out these rhymesFor them kids who ain't hereStakes is highBut we gonna try to have fun this yearBefore there were gunsThere was native tongues on these plainsBut others onWithout them being pawns in this game'Cause a pawn in this gameIs left with no game to playSo, um, you best ta checkAnd hear what we got to sayNow if you came to partyJust let it be knownNow if you came to fightYou might get that head flownBy the one and onlyMaseo plug thirdJ.D. dove plays the wallAs kenny cal spurts wordsAnd a numberTo a crew of dope girls from the woodsAnd not dope meaning weedBut dope meaning (good)Like them west coast kidsWho be throwin' up signsI hate a busterUnless his name is busta rhymesSo check the way my mind movesOver times and groovesGot some money to blowWonder why wanna knowWhere the ladies at?"Yo, we're chillin' over here"And all the fellas, the fellas?"Takin over this year"I heard the party's round here, right?"You know that's right"Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
