De La Soul, Redman - Oooh lyrics

Party people
Your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
That's right y'all, we more than rough
We callin' your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes (Brick City)

Yo, don't scandalize
Mine, I spent too much time
Straight talk with the catch to
Etch my line walk never fetchin' for crime
Halt! Who goes there?
Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers
Puffin' Smokey the Bear
Shinin' black like Darth Vader caps
They on stare
While we rockin' it, I'll rock in it
(rock in it) like the little ball inside the
Spray can providing three
Coats for both child, woman and man

God bless the God
Lay these streets wall to wall
It go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, you got popped like a
Flick by that rivalry clique
It went, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt
('Phalt) got your chin touched by my fam
Who though you brought harm, you see
I'm iced out like a glass of tea, better yet
Oatmeal cookies y'all just rookies to me
Slidin' up and down the court
But I don't think you can D
Why try? Maseo be gettin' high
Since Luke was Luke Skywalk' (Yo') , man, my
Topic of talk is sheddin' shame
All over your game
Like them shorties who claim that afrocentric
Lovin' is the past drug a life filled with
(GUNS) that's what thugs love
Snatch you fast, wrap that ass
In the rug of your choice
While it muffles your voice
Now when I'm swimmin' through the joint
I put the funk on hold 'Cause if you don't
You'll see the bubbles come up
We run up a tab
And gladly add a little extra for miss
Flashy faces with bigger lips for
That ass to kiss most crews are post-current
While we're forever
Direct beats that's contagious
Loved by all ages
Graduated from the you-and-Iversity
Of hard-hitters, for real

I got niggas in the streets that'll blast
Your ass for the shine and get
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, if you a fat chick gettin'
Your fuck on tonight then go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, put your hands opposite to the
Ground if you're lovin' our sound
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, and to my broke niggas on
The corner holdin' me down
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it
He done did me wrong
I had plans to buy more land, plant corn
Bust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks
Set backs is gonna get my ass PE hostile
Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat
(Uh, huh)
Big money's make the big decisions
Keep Hip-Hop
Alive, it's just an intermission
Back to the second half of the feature flick
Dick stacks and fuck rap i had a name for
Makin' paper since papier-mâché (C'mon)
Now my dollar coins join pounds
Of yen for play while you broke niggas reach
Drunk much quicker
You don't make enough bread to
Soak up all your liquor
Went from God to God damn, damn God
You're killin' it should incorporate it
Invest half a mil' in it
Rap cats talk with no will in it
Soundin' like they virtual, this
Joint'll hurt you, yo
Twas the night before Christmas and
My crib got robbed
They did a job, took all the goodies
Out from under the tree
(Word up?) , except the CDs
Of shiny-suit rappers and flossin' emcees
Who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees
Man, you know no wack poems get
No play in our homes (Nah man)
You need to not get nappy with me
Or else we gon' relax your mind
Let your conscious be free

Yo, where my Wall Street niggas, if
Ya up in the stands, go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
To my women that'll throw they
Hands against they punk-ass man, go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed
Brick City go oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to
The lab so I can smoke
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!