Текст песни De La Soul f D.V. Alias Khrist - Thru Ya City
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Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh, ohh we talkin bout[D.V. Alias Khrist]Hot times, runnin thru ya cityIf you miss it now it`ll sho` be a pityWe got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*}[Pos]I ain`t no thug son, my name is Plug WonI drop a certified gem, for him and herKnockin on your radio, like the Crash Crewask whoever you want - I`m managin the funk on the paperOutside of that we pull capers for daysRidin throughout the maze of street, while we blaze the beatWatchin the sweet things wiggle they buttto Plug Three, on the cut, movin on ya what--ever ya got, we gon` get, bringin our point, to ya positionRippin stages with my thought coalitionCarryin on, eradicate all your stress modeJust another episode through these area codesWe bankin on[D.V. Alias Khrist]Hot times, runnin thru ya cityIf you miss it now it`ll sho` be a pityWe got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*}Hmmm..[Pos]It`s the hot-ness, talked about but never seenlike the Loch-Ness, til ya cop this; drop it inside your vein, and like a train, we be runnin throughout your legs and armsYou`re high off our talent and charmCheck the caliber - this be a smashlike some food on stage for GallagherWear ya bib, cause it`s messyNiggaz schemin on my +Girl+ as if my name was +Jesse+Watch your manners! Now let me pass it off to Dave Banner[Dove]Yo, I set travels like Karen LaRueSmall talkin in the big city, it`s all about gettin the coinsEverywhere I go I touch a tenderloinThey sportin a dot com Viet marker bombon your metro - MARTA order iron horseYo take the cross and meet a nigga at the butcherI`m cuttin your girl - we on a world tourSupplyin your bloodstream with nothin but the pure uncut, in ya[D.V. Alias Khrist]Hot times, runnin thru ya cityIf you miss it now it`ll sho` be a pityWe got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. mmmm.. Freak freak freak freak the funk the funk the funk the funk funk freak the freak the freak the freak the freak the freak Freak freak the funk freak freak the funk[Dove]We ain`t walkin on a yellow brick roadThese streets stay red and bloody kidStudy your code, so you can easily passI stash a little love when I`m on the visitationIf you crossin my line, nigga do the sameI` guaranteed to run through and prove the gameain`t bigger than the pieces in itYou see the pieces in it had me stuck travellin one side of mapClappin hands with rap cats who ain`t deserve dapLong hauls and livin out a suitcase manChickenheads and gangs of fruitcakes manAin`t nuttin better than explorin the outskirtsespecially when she ain`t got no pantyhose on, and it`s on[D.V. Alias Khrist]Hot times, runnin thru ya cityIf you miss it now it`ll sho` be a pityWe got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*}Mmmm..Hot times, runnin thru ya cityIf you miss it now it`ll sho` be a pityWe got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*}Mmhmmhmhmmmhmhmmmmm..[Pos + Dove going "Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh" every 2 lines]Yo - it`s like, the Mercenary gettin downAnd we got, Dave Banner gettin downAnd we got, Maseo gettin downAnd of course, my nigga Eno gettin downAnd we got, Jay Dee gettin down (say word y`all)And of course, the Slum V gettin downAnd we got my man Khrist gettin downAnd we got, Com Sense gettin downAnd we got, N.D. gettin downYou know Troy Hightower gettin downAnd we got, C. Smith gettin downAnd my nigga, Dave West gettin down..