Digable Planets
Digable Planets - Pacifics (From The Soundtrack To The Motion Picture 'n.y. Is Red Hot') songtekst
Je score:
Butterfly searchin' for a relax Pullin' from the jazz stacks 'cause it's Sunday On the air is incense sounds to the ceiling Tried to get this feelin' since Monday Lookin' out the window, watchin' all the people go Buggin' off a funny vibe 'cause now it seems they're equal Wonder what would 'trane say, wonder what my pop say Buggin' off the calmness in the Apple Who me I'm coolin' in New York, I'm chillin' in New York The hoods is on my block and the brother's at the court The baseball hats is on and the projects is calm Dream time's extended and highly recommended But early birds like me's up checkin' out the scene The early worms jog, forget about your job Just come dig the essence while the decadence is hidden When people act like people the theory [Incomprehensible] If you know the norm it's like Hades transformed On Sunday's early hours, the city sprouts its flowers So get with the rhythms while you gettin' with the planets Vibe off the jams but don't take them for granted Just chill, just chill New York, it's red hot New York, it's red hot New York, it's red hot New York, it's red hot We venture through the streets in search of funky beats Extensive is the travels and it's heavy on the sneaks Ya it's kickin' out the speakers of the Sunday morning jeepers My man do planets do it lovely? Am I my brother's keeper? We foot it to the park where the swoon units walk And sit with the Phoenicians, diggin' on musicians Hangin' with the rebels sippin' on a Snapple Buggin' with my crew just trippin' in the Apple You be thinkin' peace when you're vibin' with your flock But you be thinkin' damn everybody's got a glock If you got some beef please express that in silence Or else violence But right here is the life it's the children of the concrete Livin' off the fruits and the functions of the fat beats Hip-Hop's all around the members is growin' Please dig on the sounds 'cause the good vibes they snowin' So chill, so chill New York, it's red hot New York, it's red hot New York, it's red hot New York, it's red hot One New York, it's red hot Two New York, it's red hot Three New York, it's red hot Four New York, it's red hot Wake up, prayin' that the game's on Maybe it's the Runnin' Rebs, maybe it's the Knicks Maybe it's a rerun of an old TV show Like Hawaii 5-0 or karate flicks Maybe if the phone rings, butterfly will take wings Speakin' on some cool things frontin' like I cope Born under flat ground, now I'm chillin' shaky ground Reachin' for pacific heights Sunday is my rope, dig it Sunday's to relax, Sunday's to relax Some Sunday morning drama is callin' up my mama The hot line is in I guess the [Incomprehensible] knew the deal Vibin' off the jams of the crews on Sugarhill Lay around and think ain't nothin' to do Checkin' out some frommes, some satre, Camus Mingus's ah um, damn Roach can drum The DP's are life there they go here they come It's time to grab some loot put on the timber boots Checking out some Dali's like Tasha and Kamali New York is a museum with its posters and graffiti If you're in the city on Sunday, come check me Get with me, get with me New York, it's red hot New York, it's red hot New York, it's red hot New York, it's red hot New York, it's red hot New York, it's red hot New York, it's red hot New York, it's red hot New York, it's red hot New York, it's red hot It's red hot New York, it's red hot New York, it's red hot New York, it's red hot It's red hot