Текст песни De La Soul f Busta Rhymes - I.C. Y`all
De La Soul f Busta Rhymes - I.C. Y`all слова песни
Yeah![Busta Rhymes]Ha ha ha-hah ha-hah ha, ha-hah ha-hah haHa ha Flipmode y`all, whatchu talkin bout?De La y`all, whatchu talkin bout?Whatchu talkin bout?[Dove]Yo, you gettin stomped by the marching bandKeep `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 wastelandBit y`all in my mouth, but you taste blandI feel fake niggaz and mince these snake niggazthat hiss but won`t bite - false alarmAnd 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 tornGet smacked for the B.S. you been onStorm bad weather/whether or not you stay scornedFor ten years I`ve baked shit like hot potatoRhymes still drippin like stu-b`s, you groupiesneed to show I.D. before the bust downTouched down the God put 7 to your Zippoand drop it on you heavy like a hippo(Now you heard that?)Chorus: Busta RhymesTo all my dogs all the way in the back, ready to blackI.C. Y`all (see y`all) I.C. Y`allLadies get down shake yo` ASS around, I hope you know thatI.C. Y`all (see y`all) I.C. Y`allTo all my soldiers on the corner I.C. Y`all (see y`all)Women doin what they wanna I.C. Y`allTo them people gettin pulled over I.C. Y`all (see y`all)I.C. Y`all (see y`all) wouldn`t wanna be y`all[Pos]It`s the one and only effect, that you catch from a cassetteStraight wig out the world and girls we straight dig out ya backwith letters spellin out my nameAll over your marquee, cause the spark is meCurrently we can be seen across your screenStayin wide-eyed cause you niggaz tryin to schemeWelcome to the spot - I`m slaying with itChop it up and fit it inside your quart of riceYou speak ghetto falsetto on the mic deviceTryin to give me third degree, you just a third of meCouldn`t be the shit if you were a turd of meA man tight with my funds, crush like Ricky Dwho quoted Vance Wright - no one can serve us!My squad advance heights quite superbJust kick off your shoes - jump on the jockIt`s been a long time comin this you NEED to cop!Chorus[Busta Rhymes]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 sawQuarter after four, niggaz quick to bust the back doorBaby - open your blouse while I joust another nigga`s spouseQuick Jamaican dick style all in they houseI practice to be the all access, you see the fact ismy mouth dirty, so follow while I display the slacknessYo, you see my slang talk straight from the slumsWhen I was young, moms put soap on my tongue, and yo-yoForever we gettin this CHEDDAR with the quicknessWhile I cast the spell on these bitches, you can be my eyewitnessShort fuse, nowadays Langston HughesWe gettin money with whoever - even the JewsThe way we finagle and gain it must be all in my shoesFuck a nigga up with De La like (?) can amuseChorus