De La Soul - Oooh. Lyrics
Get your ass up and let's get ill, that's right y'allWe more than rough, we callin' your bluffAnd when it comes to rhymes(Brick city)Yo, don't scandalize mineI spent too much timeStraight talk with the catch to etch my line walkNever fetchin' for crime, halt, who goes there?Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingersPuffin' Smokey the bearShinin' black like Darth Vader capsThey on stareWhile we rockin' it, I'll rock in it(Rock in it)Like the little ball inside the spray canProviding three coatsFor both child, woman and manGod bless the God, lay these streets wall to wallIt go, oooh, oooh, oooh, ooohYo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clickIt went, oooh, oooh, oooh, ooohIt ain't my fault your ass is on the asphaltGot your chin touched by my famWho thought you brought harm, you seeI'm iced out like a glass of teaBetter yet, oatmeal cookiesY'all just rookies to meSlidin' up and down the courtBut I don't think you can DWhy try? Maseo be gettin' highSince Luke was Luke SkywalkMan, my topic of talk is sheddin' shameAll over your game like them shorties who claimThat Afrocentric lovin' is the past drugA life filled with (unverified) that's what thugs loveSnatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choiceWhile it muffles your voiceNow when I'm swimmin' through the joint, I put the funk on hold'Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come upWe run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for missFlashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kissMost crews are post current while we're foreverDirect beats that's contagious, loved by all agesGraduated from the you and I versityOf hard hitters, for realI got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shineAnd get, oooh, oooh, oooh, ooohYo, if you a fat chick gettin' your ***** on tonightThen go, oooh, oooh, oooh, ooohYo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin' our soundGo, oooh, oooh, oooh, ooohYo and to my broke niggaz on the corner holdin' me downGo, oooh, oooh, oooh, ooohYo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrongI had plans to buy more land, plant cornBust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacksSet backs is gonna get my ass to be hostileRockwilder the beat, top dollar defeatBig moneys make the big decisionsKeep hip hop alive, it's just an intermissionBack to the second half of the feature flickDick stacks and ***** rapI had a name for makin' paper since paper macheNow, my dollar coins join pounds of yen for playWhile you broke niggaz reach drunk much quickerYou don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquorWent from God to God damnDamn God, you're killin' itShould incorporate it, invest half a mil' in itRap cats talk with no will in itSoundin' like they virtual, this joint'll hurt you, yoTwas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed(Shh, shh, shh, shh)They did a jobTook all my goodies out from under the treeExcept the CD'sOf shiny suit rappers and flossin' M C'sWho fail at takin' it to rhyme degreesMan, you know, no wack poems get no play in our homesYou need to not get nappy with meOr else we gon' relax your mindLet your conscious be freeYo, where my Wall Street niggaz, if ya up in the standsGo, oooh, oooh, oooh, ooohTo my women that'll throw they hands against they punk ass manGo, oooh, oooh, oooh, ooohYo, if you never been shot or stabbedBrick city, go, oooh, oooh, oooh, ooohYo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smokeOooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
