De La Soul

De La Soul - In The Woods songtekst

Je score:

(Say party over there  party over there)
 (Say party over here  party over here)
 (Say party over there  party over there)
 (Say party over here  party over here)
 (Say party over there  party over there)
 (Say party over here  party over here)
 (Say party over there  party over there)
 DOVE:
 Hey yo you feel that shit (yeah it feels good)
 Well it's that thumpin shit (well i'm soakin too)
 I'll introduce the split (i'll be the go)
 I'll be the get
 Fixin with the ins for the outs we set
 Hey shortie (yeah mister)
 Make no mistake
 I challenge the bang for a bigger rhyme bouquet
 (you be buggin)
 Well i bugs like roaches on rugs
 Speaker of the bone like the speaks in my loans
 Give me the night baby and i'll be good in the woods
 Ya freakin my mind ya freakin my mind
 I told the maceo bout the days that go (he know)
 I know he know cuz he's out to get the gold
 The Chattanooga cruisin' with the malibu shit
 The bigger of the isa (cuz he is the shit)
 I'm like hickory (dickory niggas)
 I make you feel lost like high school history
 Creator of the rhymin dominoes
 Watchin drop it's the joint see
 So hit me with the zsa zsa (indeed darling)
 The coolest fool be the coolest fool
 I know the watch be in the air but i kick a new bucket
 Sippin it wit shortie so check the way we cuff it
 It's that indonesia funk up in your trunk
 Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob
 Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob
 Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob
 It's that funky shit (in the woods)
 That be beyond understandin (in the woods)
 Yo we do it with the soul (in the woods)
 Timber (in the woods)
 POSDNOUS:
 Punch that O for operator baby its a love solid
 I been stylin abstract since loose leafs was the shit
 Catch me breathin on planes where the gangstas outdated
 Fuck being hard posdnous is complicated
 As my pants play the sagatogah i can order sniffs of
 Frequencies frequencies cuz i freak mc's with the rhythm rock live
 (man i'd rather point a pistol at ya head and try to burst it)
 No jive in the matter so niggas start runnin
 Yo that native shit is dead so the stickabush is comin
 (stickabush) it's comin (stickabush) it's here
 Fuck the five count it only takes three to bring it near
 So let me move ya won better as the salad is tossed
 And get a taste of the mase that you thought was lost
 I'm cautious wit my looks (in the woods)
 Pickin them nines in my hair (in the woods)
 Sniffin for the beats like litter (in the woods)
 The plugs just can't be found (in the woods)
 SHORTIE NO MAS:
 Can i come off like the rest of em i think i should
 Could i of course one verse now ya lost it
 Found it realizing i came off it sounds mean
 But pal there's a new kid on the scene
 I got much soul on the down low tip
 Lay back smooth one drink i'll be trippin
 Never don't you dare consider me a fly gal
 Pal i got props on a different tip
 I recall back i go for mines i get the goods
 Wouldn't you know forgot my compass i got lost in the woods
 Found my way and i was out i pronounce every letter
 And if i had the chance i'd do it better
 I heard a holler down the way and now i'm out for the time being
 Ya wanna be in but you can't see what i'm seein
 Time and time my friend i stay gettin it on
 And now they playin my song again
 I got feminine style (in the woods)
 I'm not tryin to be sexy (in the woods)
 And no you can't knock the boots (in the woods)
 A lot of things be happenin (in the woods)
 top
 BREAKADAWN
 (ah one two ah one two)
 (ah one two ah one two)
 (Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
 (Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
 (Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
 (Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
 (Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
 (Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
 POSDNUOS:
 I was born in the boogie down cat scan
 With my builder belt down on the rat can
 People saw the super wanna trip to the penile
 While i settle off the shores of the long isle
 My fiber's clean I mean my mind is clear when i transmit
 I am the manner of the family cuz the pants fit
 I want to let forensics prove that i can mends
 Groove wit the thread from needle outta hay
 Wanna say salutation to the nation of the nubians
 We bout to place you in that 3 feet of stew again
 I got the frequency to shatter Ms Jones perm
 I got a hey love other honeys catch me short term
 Tallyin the score i'm for the shotty in the jacket
 For the brother bee's a nigga when he packed it
 So get ya butt out the sling
 I style Mohammed float a note
 That means i'm def so like the autograph
 I'm signing to the break
 (Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
 (Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
 (Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
 (Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
 DOVE:
 Hey yo groove wit the mayor has it on the saya
 We're either eighteen mill, even still
 Sack or bag of troubles to make a single double
 Loop the coin and join the minimum wage
 I had a plan if i was the man I fold eject
 Lay it low on enigmatic cassettes
 I condition my ways of the every day sunset
 Wager my days to the one bet
 Cuz your breaks will have the capital case whether mine
 Out of line I breeze it til the early morning
 Freak the wake call i get a tap on my shoulder
 Cuz the days of the breaks be just about over
 The arts of the 6 won't play my bag of chips
 I got the 7's in my pocket somewhere
 Reasons for the cheer or temperature here
 I keep it to the rear and then i'm exploding
 POSDNUOS:
 I be the the fab
 I be the fabulous but see unlike the chi
 I got the flea upon my name
 Keynova been my cousin from the peter pipe unlike the other
 Latchin on to when i caught the fame
 Pass the task to ask me bout the native tongue again
 My friend i'll tell you Jungle Brothers on the run
 I've shaken hands wit many devils in the industry
 But lead the genisis like phil whick still means i'm def
 So like the autograph i'm signin to the break
 (Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
 (Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
 (Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
 (Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
 DOVE:
 We in the mornin after and
 But in the end i be the its cuz in the mist
 Man it's alright
 Mamma gotta work into my day life
 My pops got the up best believe we sailed the wave
 To the Long Isle, I laid the anchor in the Ville
 And how i relate i stay inside in my gates
 Waitin days mess up my mind
 Ground zero degrees and the weather feels fine
 You opened my eyes man thought i had a man
 But how could an eye scan i wasn't around
 I seen the states and played the dates in the far far
 Gathered the new from the zoa's around
 Grew old with Mikey Roads and played the codes
 Sometimes i don't budge without my cuz Fuzz
 A simple how ya do
 A check ya from the friends of my crew
 Makes it definitely special
 POSDNUOS:
 Now there's now shiny happy people in my crew
 We play the ruff i got the huff and puff to blow the house low
 Ya know the never ending factor while i moss will tell a squid
 I know an enterprise of brothers so report to the bridge
 I bounce a ball with my left
 A squid wit my right
 (cuz a squid is just a punk)
 Yo he deserve to lose a fight
 I might meander 'cross your dreams
 Travelin up the stream
 Plug wonder wonder why ya lonely tonight
 We see the girls scream as if was shocked by the live shell
 Let's round em up and get em back to the hotel
 Motel holiday in fact
 I'm gonna let ya know once again
 That De La Soul is sure to show ya we will hit the chart
 Harder than the rap and bull
 (ah one two ah one two)
 top
 DAVE HAS A PROBLEM... SERIOUSLY
 DOVE:
 Yo Merc, it's Dave, you there?
 Hello. Hello, Merc. Hello. Hello, Merc.
 Hello. Merc, hello. Hello. Hello, Merc.
 Hello. Hello. Hello, Merc.
 Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
 Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
 Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
 Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
 Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
 Hello. Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello!
 Hello! Hello! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!
 Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me!
 Huh! Hah! Huh! Huh! Huh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!
 Feel the funk, baby
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Dave Jolicoeur, Fred Wesley, Kelvin Mercer, Maceo Parker, Paul Huston, Vincent Mason

Componist: ?

Publisher: Tommy Boy Music, Inc.

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 2007

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Buhloone Mindstate (1993)

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