作词 : Kelvin Mercer/Vincent Mason/David Jolicoeur/Joseph Wheeler 作曲 : Kelvin Mercer/Vincent Mason/David Jolicoeur/Joseph Wheeler Look man! You're botherin me G I got **** to do right now, aight? This is for De La Soul, y'knahmsayin? Word up I got **** to do you test tube baby! {*laughing*} Check one two, check one two De La Soul, is now back on the map Long Island, is now back on the map Good rap music, is now back on the map 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 Old school is here to stay BOY! [Posdonus] + (Flava Flav) On the outskirts, of what works Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked Live by the sword and die by the semi 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 pressed, to confess lies over hot joints to sell to all who wanna hear some (Young'uns these days got fireproof eardrums!) They don't give a **** who's hot Just long as you're not, *****, and be the would-be King But once crowned, the same wanna pull you down (And what makes the world go 'round!!) 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 And a few paragraphs in them books Tellin you how us Native Tongues made hits with no hooks Rapped in every prefixes, gave birth to rap remixes back in '88 No disrespect to Diddy just settin it straight Instead of zig-zaggin, 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 The {?} part of my time, I walked from my pop 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 And still "anything goes when it comes to hoes" because [Flava Flav] Music (c'mon) New York (c'mon) Detroit (c'mon) c'mon down! Miami (c'mon) L.A. (c'mon) Vegas (c'mon) c'mon down! Boston (c'mon) Tucson (c'mon) Long Island (c'mon) c'mon down! V.A. (c'mon) Portland (c'mon) Chi-Town (c'mon) c'mon down! [Dave] + (Flava Flav) 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 come stomp in your sandbox, 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 fricaseed raps on Carribean riffs See last night's change was today's dough money No time for your freestyles so roll money No more whack albums with two joints No more ballplayin rappers who shoot ya two points (No more G cause I'm sick of your hip-hop!) Your flows bore like seashores with no *****es Switchhittin ****** will receive no pitches No diamonds on the field, 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, we dough out and roll out the Kool-Aid, {?} see us pimp strut Ain't really pimpin, I'm tryin to catch the bus The Krush Groove ain't got **** on Cold Crush! We dolly dolly babies cause we shootin cats ' 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 pa Still push the truck with the factories pa I'm bound to wreck the whip and turn insurance out, make 'em shout [Flava Flav] D.C. (c'mon) Oakland (c'mon) U.K. (c'mon) c'mon down! New Orleans (c'mon) Little Rock (c'mon) B-More (c'mon) c'mon down! Memphis (c'mon) Utah (c'mon) Jersey (c'mon) c'mon down! Atlanta (c'mon) Brooklyn (c'mon) Philly (c'mon) c'mon down! [Flava Flav] Yeah that's right! Flava Flav, with De La Soul Act bold, and we knock you straight up in the hole Y'knahmsayin? Six feet deep, that's the way that we keep, rollin Y'knahmsayin? Operation tech sensation in the nation Ready to take it to Penn Station, y'knahmsayin? Yeah, ah ha ha ha {*laughing*} Long Iz one is, that's where we is man {*laughing*} De La Soul, you done it again! De La Soul, you done it again! {*laughing*} De La Soul, you done it again! {*laughing*} Flava Flava, De La Soul, you done it again!
作词 : Kelvin Mercer/Vincent Mason/David Jolicoeur/Joseph Wheeler 作曲 : Kelvin Mercer/Vincent Mason/David Jolicoeur/Joseph Wheeler Look man! You're botherin me G I got **** to do right now, aight? This is for De La Soul, y'knahmsayin? Word up I got **** to do you test tube baby! {*laughing*} Check one two, check one two De La Soul, is now back on the map Long Island, is now back on the map Good rap music, is now back on the map 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 Old school is here to stay BOY! [Posdonus] + (Flava Flav) On the outskirts, of what works Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked Live by the sword and die by the semi 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 pressed, to confess lies over hot joints to sell to all who wanna hear some (Young'uns these days got fireproof eardrums!) They don't give a **** who's hot Just long as you're not, *****, and be the would-be King But once crowned, the same wanna pull you down (And what makes the world go 'round!!) 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 And a few paragraphs in them books Tellin you how us Native Tongues made hits with no hooks Rapped in every prefixes, gave birth to rap remixes back in '88 No disrespect to Diddy just settin it straight Instead of zig-zaggin, 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 The {?} part of my time, I walked from my pop 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 And still "anything goes when it comes to hoes" because [Flava Flav] Music (c'mon) New York (c'mon) Detroit (c'mon) c'mon down! Miami (c'mon) L.A. (c'mon) Vegas (c'mon) c'mon down! Boston (c'mon) Tucson (c'mon) Long Island (c'mon) c'mon down! V.A. (c'mon) Portland (c'mon) Chi-Town (c'mon) c'mon down! [Dave] + (Flava Flav) 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 come stomp in your sandbox, 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 fricaseed raps on Carribean riffs See last night's change was today's dough money No time for your freestyles so roll money No more whack albums with two joints No more ballplayin rappers who shoot ya two points (No more G cause I'm sick of your hip-hop!) Your flows bore like seashores with no *****es Switchhittin ****** will receive no pitches No diamonds on the field, 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, we dough out and roll out the Kool-Aid, {?} see us pimp strut Ain't really pimpin, I'm tryin to catch the bus The Krush Groove ain't got **** on Cold Crush! We dolly dolly babies cause we shootin cats ' 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 pa Still push the truck with the factories pa I'm bound to wreck the whip and turn insurance out, make 'em shout [Flava Flav] D.C. (c'mon) Oakland (c'mon) U.K. (c'mon) c'mon down! New Orleans (c'mon) Little Rock (c'mon) B-More (c'mon) c'mon down! Memphis (c'mon) Utah (c'mon) Jersey (c'mon) c'mon down! Atlanta (c'mon) Brooklyn (c'mon) Philly (c'mon) c'mon down! [Flava Flav] Yeah that's right! Flava Flav, with De La Soul Act bold, and we knock you straight up in the hole Y'knahmsayin? Six feet deep, that's the way that we keep, rollin Y'knahmsayin? Operation tech sensation in the nation Ready to take it to Penn Station, y'knahmsayin? Yeah, ah ha ha ha {*laughing*} Long Iz one is, that's where we is man {*laughing*} De La Soul, you done it again! De La Soul, you done it again! {*laughing*} De La Soul, you done it again! {*laughing*} Flava Flava, De La Soul, you done it again!
