De La Soul, Ad-Rock, Mike D - Squat! lyrics

"Turn that shit off man! What's
Wrong with you man?
You know we got a party man
Get the other record!" (Here we go)
" (Let it go) Just one more time!"

It's the M-IK, E oh to the D
I'm comin' exquisite and VIP
Tryin' to spread some love like
Roots on a tree
Stayin true to this vision in the Y2G
Two G's got em scratchin' it like the fleas
And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop
Noooooowww it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me
The guy ya bit ya style from off the TV
I score M-m-m ma-Zah-Ayy's all day
My essays are felt worldwide
We like four planets on the mic
Aligned arrays retired all in the days
Game (baby baby) too blam for these lames
When I was nine, I played with slime
Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes
I got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung
I got my own crew called the nasal tongues!
Yo take a few of these b-boys
And call me in the mornin' (okay)
Keep it on the crusty eye
Bagel with some butterflies
Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box
Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix

(Disc jock) It be some classic material kid
(Disc jock) Got the calm
Cats blowin' their lid
(Disc jock) You get plush off the rack
And buy plenty or more we got em by the stack
(Disc jock) Got us walkin' all over the world
For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls
(Disc jock) You can't get enough
When we servin' this

Come on, squat come on, squat
Come on, squat come on, squat
Come on, squat come on, squat
Come on, squat come on, squat

Now we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock
Ad Rock in the house you don't stop!
It's the B-E-A-S T-IE B-O-Y-S
With the most finesse
Don't mean to be crude
Don't mean to be crass
But listen Guiliani you can kiss my ass
(what?) you heard my word
Now Dove you play the preacher
Get on the mic if you love all the creatures
Well yeah I got these fishes
Swimmin' round my barracuda
Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter
Called em cuter than pigtails, sales
You keep em level, and
Smack you with a shovel
And break your lifestyle (owww)
Firm on the mic since my days of a child
Got a "License Too Ill" to flash to police
The only beast I huddles
With the Beastie Boys
Bringin "Noise" like PE to your TV
Ayo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed
Stripped to the rhyme!
And every line made from scratch
Attached like stripes to shell-toes
Thin spools that hold the herb
Mike what's the word? (WORD)
It's like the ooh la la, ooh ooh la la
Rhymin over old breaks like the Mardis Gras
Party people cross and bump they
Go ooh and they ahh
And Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La

(Disc jock) Get the people dancin' for real
(Disc jock) Theater (jock)
Holdin' mass appeal
(Disc jock) You can't get enough still
So here's another dose for you to feel!
Put ya body in it!

Come on, squat come on, squat
Come on, squat come on, squat
Come on, squat come on, squat
Come on, squat come on, squat

I'm feelin' good, damn good
But also confused
This stuff from Hip-Hop that's bein' misused
It's desirin', acquirin'
Tryin' to be like Iverson
If it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'
Now, the people in the front
You do the bump bump the people in the back
They're not the whack whack
The people in the middle
Come on and wiggle wiggle
And the people on the side
We can all take a ride!
In my VW I done swung an ep' or two
The rear in my hatchback y'all
Know I scratched that
Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls
Skiddin' out to place my vote at
The polls for Ad Rock
Well I'm the the toe tapper
Yes the hand clapper
From the middle school like
The educated rapper
I'm known as an occupational MC
You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!
(It's the rock solid, pilot
Here to fly (ROCK)
Reachin elevations too far for the eye (EYE)
Miraculous beats over breaks
In these packages
Seen (all over the globe) and all the types
Who thinks our joints is aight
Here's a swab for ya ear
(to clean out ya lobe) and
Listen to a few views
From two crews spitti' for the art of it
We ain't takin over but damn
Sure takin part of it)
Started it ever since we minced meat
You Sloppy Joe's went and took a
Bit of the corn dog
Stay there! I'ma play there
('cause they pay there)
In the big old Santa Claus bag
Got discs and now we out
Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done
So come on party people
Have (have) have (have) have fun!
" (Let it go) Just one more time!"