De La Soul - Chanel No. Fever lyrics

It's in the back y'all
It's on the wall y'all
It's in your head, but it's not the fever

(POSDNUOS) now with the B-I double L bill
We bill the par territories
Placing flags on terrains
Nas said it was yours so snatch
The world back from Wayne
We did, universally sparked the lid
Now these ladies love how we live
Got'em caught
Shit you already know looking so fly
That the dog that played spiderweb
Your up LI's in here
Sucker cats don't try to steer
Near this, wish you could bring it this way
Compliments of Wonder Why and
My nigga David J (DAVE)
So the do, re, mi, fa, sol, la
Many reach to devour the stage
Put the guts out the venue
Ah, shut up with your face
No need to continue
I've been there, done that
Received it, won that yo stunned that
That's how you like To Sun frozed
Keep my shit in harvest like
Farmer John grows crops
Hops, you'll need the whole ceiling to tops
I saw the empire, set your liquid to fire
("Damn!") bim Blam set a flame to your fanny
Dave is to surname like Dave is to Sammy
A grammy
My concern is to earn for a little age
Next time, next rhyme, next phase

Now put your hand on your hip
Now put your hand on your hip
And let your backbone slip
And let your backbone slide
Now put your hand up on your hip
Now put your hand up on your hip
And let your backbone slip for the fever

(DAVE)
Hey, ladies and gents reintroducing to you
Shootin' shit like hot asses
After sipping bean stew ("Its David J")
Super fat come the visitor zoo
Peace to my homewood niggas and my man Tofu
("I Fell in Love")
But I'mma do the evil that man do
Get some ass on the side so
That my love can shine through
Pull a cigar with crew
Lean back and let it soak
Your holdin' on to my twelve dollar smoke
Man (POSDNUOS)
It was Mase who laced the beat
From up out the Earth
Leaving brothers hypnotized like
Bootney Farnsworth
But I'm hip but no tized than that
Clap to the break of dawn
Dada, wonder why it's hotter than hot
Why not Me, my Steeze got niggas on the dick
They want to join the click
I hope that ass get a record deal
So they can feel what I feel
To overstand that ring ring
How you do is real

(DAVE) you must be from Italy cause
All you do is roam
Microphone to microphone, lookin' for home
I write a poem to make the
Publicists flock the prone cop
Shining on stage so I don't need a spotlight
Should be tight like tupperwear supperwear
Drawers of socks sippin' on gray pot

(POSDNUOS) yo scratch the pork chops
Cause nothin' here drops
We're goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, up

It's the fever