De La Soul - What the Fuck #3 (De La Slow) lyrics
De La Soul [Posdnous, Trugoy the Dove, Maseo] Amityville, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[De La Soul - What the Fuck #3 De La Slow lyrics]
Aight, back to the "What the
BLEEP" portion of the tape
Umm, this song right here we recorded
In the middle of "De La is Dead"
And "3 Feet High and Rising"
Think Pos called it "De La Slow"
Enjoy it, you're only gonna hear it here
Aight, peace
It's in this is a "De La Slow, " type groove
Al's on the board he's tired as hell
Prince Paul is out sleep
But it's still "De La Slow"
Got a WRMS radio station, that's "De La Slow"
We got a donut shop, that's "De La Slow"
We got props, that's "De La Slow"
And I gotta kick this rhyme
That's "De La Slow"
Preacherman rocks that nobody can
So don't get mad if you don't understand
Tracks hold dirt yet no infections
Heads won't swell cause we close a flow grip
Known as the madface through my teens
Never felt blue so I still wore jeans
The mighy mic cord plays the Plug One's sword
Invert if you don't want a hurt from a cut
There's nowhere to go from the
Saint to the hoe
They mighta passed the bread so I
Have a lot of dough so the love is the rule
Like my man Lenny Kravitz
But girls wanna play me with the
"Oh she gotta have it"
Naughty nutrition is served like these
And with the donuts we pass the peas
Makin much dollars, grippin much jeans
Keep it undercover like a yellow submarine
Bogus, how bogus can I farting noise
"What the, what the BLEEP was THAT!"
Yeah toilet bowl noise
Kinda feel, good flushin that old
De La doo doo let's move on to some new shit
BLEEP" portion of the tape
Umm, this song right here we recorded
In the middle of "De La is Dead"
And "3 Feet High and Rising"
Think Pos called it "De La Slow"
Enjoy it, you're only gonna hear it here
Aight, peace
It's in this is a "De La Slow, " type groove
Al's on the board he's tired as hell
Prince Paul is out sleep
But it's still "De La Slow"
Got a WRMS radio station, that's "De La Slow"
We got a donut shop, that's "De La Slow"
We got props, that's "De La Slow"
And I gotta kick this rhyme
That's "De La Slow"
Preacherman rocks that nobody can
So don't get mad if you don't understand
Tracks hold dirt yet no infections
Heads won't swell cause we close a flow grip
Known as the madface through my teens
Never felt blue so I still wore jeans
The mighy mic cord plays the Plug One's sword
Invert if you don't want a hurt from a cut
There's nowhere to go from the
Saint to the hoe
They mighta passed the bread so I
Have a lot of dough so the love is the rule
Like my man Lenny Kravitz
But girls wanna play me with the
"Oh she gotta have it"
Naughty nutrition is served like these
And with the donuts we pass the peas
Makin much dollars, grippin much jeans
Keep it undercover like a yellow submarine
Bogus, how bogus can I farting noise
"What the, what the BLEEP was THAT!"
Yeah toilet bowl noise
Kinda feel, good flushin that old
De La doo doo let's move on to some new shit