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Verse 1
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!
Verse 2
De La Soul, is now back on the map
Long Island, is now back on the map
this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav
And I just want y'all to know,
we ain't goin' nowhere
Verse 3
Live those who go for broke,
and murk to get murked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
F
Dm
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
Bb
Dm
Pressed, to confess lies over hot joints
Dm
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,
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
made hits with no hooks
Rapped in every prefixes,
gave birth to rap remixes back in '88
settin' it straight
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
my walk from my pops
was never on Loud
But cooked rhymes that make
the Chefs of Wu proud
I'm top cloud to rain on your show
Verse 4
(come on) come on down!
Miami (come on) L.A. (come on) Vegas
Island (come on) come on down!
Va (come on) Portland (come on) Chi-
Verse 5
Town (come on) come on down!
F
Dm
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
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
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
of your hip- hop!)
Your flows bore like seashores
with no bitches
Switch hittin' niggaz will
receive no pitches
No diamonds on the field,
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,
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!
shootin' cats
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
make 'em shout
Verse 6
(come on) U.K. (come on) come on down!
New Orleans (come on) Little Rock (come on) B-
F
Dm
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
Verse 7
Dm
Flava
Flav, with De La Soul
Act bold, and we knock
you straight up in the hole
You know what I'm sayin'? Operation
tech sensation in the nation
Ready to take it to Penn Station,
Long Iz one is,
that's where we is man haha
F
Dm
De La Soul, you did it again!
De La Soul, you did it again! Hahaha
F
Dm
De La Soul, you done it again!
Flava Flava, De La Soul,
it again!
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