De La Soul, Flavor Flav - Come on Down lyrics

Look man! You're botherin me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, y'knahmsayin?
Word up I got shit 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!

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
NY 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 SHIT who's hot
Just long as you're not, pussy
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 hit's with no hooks
Rapped in every prefixes since 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 sag's part of my time
My walk from my pops
No longer on Tommy 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

Music (c'mon) New York (c'mon) Detroit (c'mon) c'mon down!
Miami (c'mon) LA (c'mon) Vegas (c'mon) c'mon down!
Boston (c'mon) Tucson (c'mon) Long Island (c'mon) c'mon down!
VA (c'mon) Portland (c'mon) Chi Town (c'mon) c'mon down!

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 bitches
Switchhittin niggas 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
Shit 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

DC (c'mon) Oakland (c'mon) UK (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!

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!