De La Soul, Yummy Bingham - Turn It Out lyrics

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Hey! We came to it out
Inside out we'll cut it out

Hey! We'll make them scream and shout
And we will we'll cut it out

So where your head bone
Connected to my leg bone
Like your microphone stand
To your microphone
Yeah, bottles on check, all phones connect
We come together just to make you feel funky

See, we came here
To build a Pos - D root of respect
We don't check coke got the antidote for hip
Hop is swallowing cold (And what's that)
Sign a record deal, a record deal loan
A lot a people sayin' that the thrill is gone
Check your postal rap fills bank
Check the hundred CCs of De La
To make the heart crank
Keep ingredients nice like the P-Funk girls
Screamin' like imma hawk
I'm a scrawny little dude
Got the money that I make
Help to make the fool
Now, ain't that right my man
Yeah, I kick a can about
A mile a stick vowels dirty and dead vowels
My sister pumps sounds throws and pass
Enters your ear holes
Got a beef for all your "ands"
Say ahead while who drives slaves
They trippin' off the road
I'm in their rear view flash my lights like
Hey! We came to it out
Inside out we'll cut it out

Hey! We'll make them scream and shout
And we will we'll cut it out

So where your head bone
Connected to my leg bone
Like your microphone stand
To your microphone
Yeah, bottles on check, all phones connect
We come together just to make you feel funky

We got the Jones and the phones
To make you right
She got the Jones in her head to
To shake it right
We got the Jones jumpin' off in here tonight
(Right, absolutely right)
He got the Jones in his bones
To make it vibe
She got the Jones in her hips
To shake it right
We got the Jones jumpin' off in here tonight
(Right, absolutely right)

Ay yo, bring me to the place where
They extract the fat
Surplus C cell, the battery pack
Stayin' fresher than romaine
Rogaine the spot where the track fallen out
We in and all out
Takin' me apart while I'll bring the ball out
You haul your city and truck it all out
All being exhausted and
Enduring swallown' pills
Drop the last load and we rip the small out
Call out, if you need a sixteen the green
And having attack entire wall out
Born in the heart of Hip-Hop
Move to the belly knew the B-boy pose before
Exposed to the telly
Make bread to break bread
Not here for the playin'
Make sure we keep it pure
While everyone's sayin' that

Hey! We came to it out
Inside out we'll cut it out

Hey! We'll make them scream and shout
And we will we'll cut it out

So where your head bone
Connected to my leg bone
Like your microphone stand
To your microphone
Yeah, bottles on check, all phones connect
We come together just to make you feel funky

Hey! We came to it out
Inside out we'll cut it out

Hey! We'll make them scream and shout
And we will we'll cut it out

Hey! We came to it out
Inside out we'll cut it out

Hey! We'll make them scream and shout
We come together just to make you feel funky