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Текст песни Chi-Ali f Dove (De La Soul), Dres, Phife - Let the Horns Blow

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[Dres]Yo! One for your mother, two for your popsThree`s for the niggas that`s trying to kill the copsSo whether the Black Sheep are here, with the corner for the carD-R-E-S so yes I guess it back and watch the Dres get rawIn transition, a pubic hair I can`t standI tell your momma "I love you" if you thought my style was missingMy Snoopy, Droopy, Casper, a punkyYou`re rolling with Dres, the Black Sheep, that says my brother`s freaking funkyI know you want to test me, but but but please don`t try to sub meCause when but forever you get to snuff meBeretta to your head and yo you`d better be on your jet skiI could never be The Ruler but like Rick I say I`m slickYou`re just a backwards kid, excuse my med to say you`re thickSo now you got beef and broccoli or is it cockolli?But we got time, we keep 18, or your two ninesSo let the horns blow cause you know that you`re just a barking dogBluff all along, prince now a frogDon`t play post, because we both know your colors[Dove]I be the drama so watch the WonderamaCatch a dips hips sweeter when I call her "mamacita"Not a lover, a fighter, no need to loving these seeDidn`t like the Brady Bunch, for many years I had a hunchLiving like the Givens, big thanks for big banksI`m sticking like a dish swordfish when I shanksMaximum is maximized, minimum is noneYou want to shoot the breeze, please, pass the peas my pig is doneNot the vigilant, or walk with a slantWant to hit the "Yes I Can Can" and never say I can`tI wear the Neil Diamonds and fucks what Simon saysHad to freaks the fat so I cuts some from my dreadBut back, again they come, just a little sooner toBecome one nation under the grooveOh I feel the Clinton, soothing me like LiptonTea, and it`s definitely under the grooveI`m feeling kind of hot but like my man Rowdy PiperRaining with the raps so hit the window wiperTired of y`all brothers going from a cipherDon`t baby sip the bottle or I hit you with the diaperNever toke or smoke, I don`t even own a lighterIf it`s any pipe I`m lighting, it`s the pipe that goes inside of herCheck the ??? boy as I ride or break time from the rhymeCause I`m back and out of sight of[Fashion]Snort up a kilo, better sex than RioFashion, Ju, and Les, I make a third of the trioFiddly fi, fiddly fy, fiddly fo, fiddly fumI smell props, hit `em hard, and then I cumLove to eat a skin, but first I inspect itNot a crim-im-im-inal, got a record, go and check itOr you can get ate up, pass me a plate ofA little seafood, I find a phone and ring a date upSo never start a track without Beatnuts on the listBrothers buck shots from point blank and still missMiddly miss, middly miss, why would I ever diss?Fiddle or fight or peace and for for it fistsAyo Huggy Bear, do your manager, do your damageI`ll let you tell the story but first get you a bandageCause you can go for MILES and MILES and MILES andTalk more tracks than the dog doo doo piles andKennel, I say when`ll, or when he stopLet me see your girl and better believe those drawers will dropIt`s getting freaky, a Beatnut thing that isLet the horns blow because that`s what time it is[Phife]Yo! Doggy doggy jivin`, guess who`s next?The 5 foot assassin with the microphone checkI`m all that and more cause there never was compPlay Mr. Bad and you shall get stompedI had a head full of hair, but I kept all my rhymesA brother from Queens and yo I always gets minesNo shorts are being taken, no not this yearThe Phife Dawg is here so you`d better bewareConcieted? I guess it`s something like thatCause God don`t make no jokes so I know I ain`t wackSo relax and chill, sit your booty stillOr just take loss like the Buffalo BillsBut when I`m called the Phifer, how many times have you heard that?Suckers walk around talking bout they can burn thatSoft MC, he can`t be talking to meCause I`m far from a wuss and I never was a pussI grab the mic, MC`s start to get petrolCause there`s no MC like Phife, like those who fight progressoOpen your back, not give you no slack, see what I`m saying son?There more to this here than being short, dark, and handsomeMessing with my lady, you know that`s a no-noWhy? Because you can`t mess with my Yo-YoYou know that I`m the one, you know that I`m the bossI`m in there (Like the Dove?) No, like Franco ?Source?[Chi-Ali]Well it`s me Chi-Ali and I`m the last to spark, yoEverywhere I go I get stalked by NARCAnd TNT just can`t understandYou see a brother with gear, a beeper, and in his pocket a grandBut enough of that, let me break it downWe are all black brothers on a quest, yes we do have soulSome of us are hoein`, some are on the positive roadMe, I`m hoein`, on the mic I`m flowingWith the tongue and we are positively growingNow when I`m in a battle, I just be having funBut competition be so scared that they be whitling comeNow ou heard me flow to a nice tempo so, let the horns blow

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