De La Soul, Busta Rhymes - I.C. Y'all lyrics

Ha ha ha hah ha hah ha, ha hah ha hah ha
Ha ha Flipmode y'all, whatchu talkin' 'bout?
De La y'all, whatchu talki' 'bout?
Whatchu talkin' 'bout?

Yo, you gettin' stomped by the marching band
Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot)
It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh)
Ace ban rap, the place the wasteland
Bit y'all in my mouth, but you taste bland
I feel fake niggas and
Mince these snake niggas
That hiss but won't bite - false alarm
And if it don't Rockwild
We fin' to drop a bomb
(Word up) Strong grip on a
Mic like we Stretch Arm
I been shine, you been warned and been torn
Get smacked for the BS you been on
Storm bad weather
Whether or not you stay scorned
For ten years I've baked shit like hot potato
Rhymes still drippin' like stu-b's
You groupies
Need to show ID before the bust down
Touched down the God put 7 to your Zippo
And drop it on you heavy like a hippo
(Now you heard that?)

To all my dogs all the way in the back
Ready to black iC y'all (see y'all) IC y'all
Ladies get down shake yo' ass around
I hope you know that
IC y'all (see y'all) IC y'all
To all my soldiers on the corner IC y'all
(see y'all)
Women doin' what they wanna IC y'all
To them people gettin' pulled over IC y'all
(see y'all)
IC y'all (see y'all) wouldn't wanna be y'all

It's the one and only effect
That you catch from a cassette
Straight wig out the world and girls
We straight dig out ya back
With letters spellin' out my name
All over your marquee, cause the spark is me
Currently we can be seen across your screen
Stayin wide-eyed cause you niggas
Tryin' to scheme
Welcome to the spot, I'm slaying with it
Chop it up and fit it
Inside your quart of rice
You speak ghetto falsetto on the mic device
Tryin to give me third degree
You just a third of me
Couldn't be the shit if you were a turd of me
A man tight with my funds, crush like Ricky D
Who quoted Vance Wright, no one can serve us!
My squad advance heights quite superb
Just kick off your shoes, jump on the jock
It's been a long time comin'
This you need to cop!

To all my dogs all the way in the back
Ready to black iC y'all (see y'all) IC y'all
Ladies get down shake yo' ass around
I hope you know that
IC y'all (see y'all) IC y'all
To all my soldiers on the corner IC y'all
(see y'all)
Women doin' what they wanna IC y'all
To them people gettin' pulled over IC y'all
(see y'all)
IC y'all (see y'all) wouldn't wanna be y'all

It goes one
(one) two (two) three (three) four (four)
Bounce so much I ricochet up off the floor
(floor)
So raw shit the most raw you ever saw
Quarter after four
Niggas quick to bust the back door
Baby, open your blouse while I
Joust another nigga's spouse
Quick Jamaican dick style all in they house
I practice to be the all access
You see the fact is my mouth dirty
So follow while I display the slackness
Yo, you see my slang talk
Straight from the slums
When I was young, moms put soap on my tongue
And yo yo forever we gettin' this cheddar
With the quickness
While I cast the spell on these bitches
You can be my eyewitness
Short fuse, nowadays Langston Hughes
We gettin' money with whoever - even the Jews
The way we finagle and gain it
Must be all in my shoes
Fuck a nigga up with De La like can amuse

To all my dogs all the way in the back
Ready to black iC y'all (see y'all) IC y'all
Ladies get down shake yo' ass around
I hope you know that
IC y'all (see y'all) IC y'all
To all my soldiers on the corner IC y'all
(see y'all)
Women doin' what they wanna IC y'all
To them people gettin' pulled over IC y'all
(see y'all)
IC y'all (see y'all) wouldn't wanna be y'all