Tonart: D minor
Verse 1
Ebm
Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul,
you know what I'm sayin'
Word up I got shit to do you
test tube baby!
Gb
Check one two, check
Verse 2
Ebm
one two
De La Soul, is now back on the map
Long Island, is now back on the map
Gb
Good rap music, is now back on the map
Ebm
Yo check one two,
this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav
And I just want y'all to know,
we ain't goin' nowhere
Gb
Old school is here to stay boy!
Ebm
On the outskirts, of what works
Verse 3
Live those who go for broke,
and murk to get murked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Gb
Ebm
Not part of my ways, but stays right in my
N.y. Mentality for me to
be the best
The current, the ones who weren't
B
Ebm
Pressed, to confess lies over hot joints
Gb
To sell to all who want to hear
Ebm
some
(Youngins these days got
fireproof eardrums!)
They don't give a shit who's hot
Just long as you're not, pussy,
and be the would- be King
But once crowned,
Gb
the same want to pull you down
Ebm
(And what makes the
Gb
world go 'round!)
Ebm
And I be the world renowned
wonder why
Wonderin' why you can't
stand me
Is it because I'm the main Jackson
And y'all just Titos and
Randys? (Yes, it is!)
Bless the kid who hold his own
head and expect to last
At the same time, I want respect and cash
Gb
And a few paragraphs in them books
Ebm
Tellin' you how us Native Tongues
made hits with no hooks
Rapped in every prefixes,
gave birth to rap remixes back in '88
Gb
No disrespect to Diddy just
settin' it straight
Ebm
Instead of zig- zag gin',
got a degree in braggin'
My daughter says I'm a teen,
cause like a teen
My pants always saggin'
and I walk with a bop
Gb
The sag's part of my time,
my walk from my pops
Ebm
No longer on timey and
was never on Loud
But cooked rhymes that make
the Chefs of Wu proud
I'm top cloud to rain on your show
Gb
And still "anything goes when
Ebm
it comes to hoes" because
Verse 4
Ebm
Music (come on) New York (come on) Detroit
(come on) come on down!
Miami (come on) L.A. (come on) Vegas
Gb
(come on)come on down!
Ebm
Boston (come on) Tucson (come on) Long
Island (come on) come on down!
Va (come on) Portland (come on) Chi-
Verse 5
Town (come on) come on down!
Gb
Ebm
Make you shake like, sunshine,
naked shoe was once mine
Had bottom inner drawers
and used to hit it from the mids
Fix your playground player
or some kids'll
Gb
Come stomp in your sandbox,
Ebm
swollen hands cocked back
No knives, no drama, no guns
No disrespectin' your seed or Ma Dukes
I puke rhyme and you laugh,
take a sniff
Of these fricasseed raps
Gb
Ebm
on Caribbean riffs
See last night's change was
today's dough money
No time for your freestyles so
roll money
No more wack albums with two joints
No more ballplayin' rappers who
Gb
shoot ya two points
Ebm
(No more G 'cause I'm sick
of your hip- hop!)
Your flows bore like seashores
with no bitches
Switch hittin' niggaz will
receive no pitches
No diamonds on the field,
Gb
Ebm
just keep the game real
Simple, see the God flows healthy
Wealth in the mind is like
money in the bank
Exchange cash like thoughts
in conversation
Thank you for your purchases,
Gb
we dough out
Ebm
And roll out the cool- Aid,
see us pimp strut
Ain't really pimpin',
I'm tryin' to catch the bus
The Krush Groove ain't got shit
on Cold Crush!
Gb
We dolly dolly babies 'cause we
shootin' cats
Ebm
'Back to the Future' rap with
Doc Brown shotgunnin' it
And pantyhose your whole
style and start runnin' it
You dudes fiddle while we stay
on the cello
The mush- in- your- room son,
we stay portobello
Can't settle for the same
picket white fence
I got dreams of barbed wire
in front of factories par
Still push the truck with the factories par
Gb
I'm bound to wreck the whip and turn insurance out,
make 'em shout
Ebm
D.c. (come on) Oakland
Verse 6
(come on) U.K. (come on) come on down!
New Orleans (come on) Little Rock (come on) B-
Gb
Ebm
More (come on)come on down!
Memphis (come on) Utah (come on) Jersey
(come on) come on down!
Atlanta (come on) Brooklyn (come on) Philly
Gb
(come on) come on down!
Ebm
Yeah that's right!
Verse 7
Ebm
Flava
Flav, with De La Soul
Act bold, and we knock
you straight up in the hole
Gb
You know what I'm sayin'? Six feet deep,
Ebm
that's the way that we keep, rollin'
You know what I'm sayin'? Operation
tech sensation in the nation
Ready to take it to Penn Station,
Gb
you know what I'm sayin'?
Ebm
Yeah, ah ha ha ha
Long Iz one is,
that's where we is man haha
Gb
Ebm
De La Soul, you did it again!
De La Soul, you did it again! Hahaha
Gb
Ebm
De La Soul, you done it again!
Flava Flava, De La Soul,
Gb
Ebm
you done
it again!
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