De La Soul, Yummy Bingham, Butta Verses - No lyrics

I never can say goodbye
No no n no I, never can say goodbye
I don't, II don't know the rest

We those pros, we never procrastinate (ah)
Them guardians they shouldn't let you
Get past the gate watch out dawg
The watchdog's showin his teeth
(Guess you bit too much shit)
They bitin your beat
While I speak from experience
Hunger and hurt and a little bit of hate
From niggas doin me dirt
I just wash it all out
With Tide and show love
To those who ride with me
While I'm puttin in work

Full-timin it, 8: 30 to 6
The graveyard shift
The three months before the benefit's hit


But my position went temp' to perm'
I sat and listened like an intern
Watchin who applied get fired
Now I'm sittin in the break room
They gotta make room (make room)
My paper stacks, put staples through 'em
So I can keep my money together
Some die hard fans just don't want it like
"Put Pos back on it"

I'm back on it
That's why you never disappointed
We give you what we live through for real
(for real) don't own a crown but I'm royalty
And tryin to see the royalty checks
About a half a mil'
Whether off or on the chart
My cuts grips your heart
(You know we got you open)
Like your gut split's apart
I never pass the buck
My shoulder holds the weights
So don't beef when we
Don't pass collection plates

I don't give money, I don't support the needy
Schooled in America, taught to be greedy
And everything ought to be, easy
But I never could say goodbye to
My friends who get high
Wonder Why, I'm rockin with that guy
It's serious still make him cry when
The satire's hilarious cold for your areas
Flows come in various shapes and sizes
So hot that you despise it

Never last up to bat (no no no no)
These skills we don't lack (no no no no)
We never fall and pray (no no n no no)
Make all the ladies say (ooh ooh baby)
You can't knock the hustle - not at all
(no no no no)
Can't be budged by your muscle (no no no no)
Never ridin on E (no no n no no)
It's De La and Butta V (drive you crazy)

Yo, if you are what you eat some of you
Cats heads between your girl's legs a
Lot cause y'all act too sweet
(Go brush your teeth) Then after that
Put in a little more practice
On your rhymin attack
What you write's not the least bit hot
Maybe cause your wrist is so cold
From all that ice you cop
Hate to hate a playa but you know what?
I still smother ya like cheese
And broccoli's freshly cut

And we the steak and potatoes
And De La's the greatest
And ladies be on the floor thankin
The Lord that He made us
I'm tellin you, I swoop her like a pelican do
You sayin - look at that pelican
Fly you spittin gelatin rhymes
They shaky as shit, ugly in the mold you fit
We the square peg on the round hole
Sound's soulful
Your imitation flavor is tofu
It's true we make our bed all day, and we are

The world of rap! Take you back
In the days of all four
Hundred ways that people lack it's that
(what) authentic, big nosed mic music
Four to five survive all night to it
I'm tryin to keep up with
My Jones' and Thomas'
'til I'm broke like them
New Year's Eve promises and that's alright
I just penned another sixteen
To fill my bank account with the mixed greens

Moms want 5's and 10's
The girls I got is 9's and 10's
VH1 "Behind The Pens"
You anticipate greatness from elder statesmen
I ch-ch-ch-AHH, like Biz Mark' or Jason
I bust one shot just to start the racing
The tortoise and the hare
Which one there is chasin?
Slow and steady, we already Andretti
Get ticket take parades
Waves and confetti and

W minor variations

Come on y'all

If the Soul keeps rockin
The streets will keep rockin
If the streets keep rockin
The Soul will keep rockin
If the streets stop rockin
The Soul will keep rockin
If the Soul keeps rockin
The streets will keep rockin