(Kick it!)
 (The mic men are back  okay)
 DE LA SOUL:
 Girls  girls  girls  girls
 These girls I do adore
 Walking down the street watchin' ladies
 Aaow  watchin'...
 MASE:
 Hold up  hold up  let's give it to the Mack Daddy
 over to the left...
 JEFF:
 Pity pity pity pity wack wack wack
 A moo moo moo  a jumping jack
 Rock this is brain now I'm one step over
 Respect your parents, they're pushovers
 Chasing my fun like the IRS
 My girl's too young to have big breasts
 For a good time we chill by the mall
 I tell her tales, some small some tall
 Why, how you got peanuts, pecans,
 I wipe her cheek, she grabs my hand
 I have a curfew, she says to me
 I'll take you home, look hon, you'll see
 The deed was done and I thought to myself
 Jeff, you're the mack and no-one else
 (Jeff, I told you, my name is Jeff)
 The astronomical wiz, dazzler of the showbiz
 Kids of the new biz for you
 Don't try to solve it, just involve yourself
 In this deadly De La dialogue
 Yo, I smell black fog
 POS:
 That's right, me and Mase blew it to clear your ass straight out of
 this
 sector. This is De La Soul
 wax!
 MASE:
 So wait until your own piece of wax come out!
 LUCKY:
 Yo, is this true? Is Jeff really coming out with his own song? And if
 he
 do, will he have the
 decency to
 change his name to a suitable public speaker? Yo, I don't know, but
 bring in that funky
 astronomical piano
 For this is the take-off man Luck signing off