Текст песни De La Soul f Grandmaster Caz, Tito of Th - Whipper Whip, LA Sunshine, & Superstar
De La Soul f Grandmaster Caz, Tito of Th - Whipper Whip, LA Sunshine, & Superstar слова песни
Typed by: scott_rodkey@hotmail.comChorus: AllIf you can dig it, deal with it, if you can`t, just forget itCause nobody rocks the party like weGet loose, get loose, Sunshine get looseJust rock, and show `em you got juiceAnd have, have, have, have, have, have, have fuuuuuuun!Verse 1: LA SunshineI know it`s been a while since the last timeYou`re heard LA Sunshine pick up the microphone and rhymeBut now I think it`s time to go for mineSo you can sit back, relax, just max and unwindBecause it`s time for me to out a few heads to bedBecause I`m upset at what somebody saidI`ve heard it through the grapevine it`s been saidThat Sunshine, can`t rhyme?Ha! That`s the funniest line that I heard in a long timeThe wanna be me`s that they I sound off beatI`m not off beat, I`m totally unique and it sounds real sweetSo if you`re ready, get set for a trip to the sunYou`ll be guided, and I`ve decided to becomeOne to take total control of your soulYoung or all be bold because it`s a sight to beholdChorus:Sticks and stones might break your bones but Pos is gonna blow your mindAin`t no need to hold it (Let it go!) Just one more time!Verse 2: PosdnuosNow you can bet that I`m first kick a wattSoul son, Plug One, Posdnuos I`m top notchForward, backstep, got cabbage on the brainSo I`m leafy, peasy, and I act kind of saneSo homeboys and girls just come follow meI`m the fried pipe piper down with dub and Plug ThreeI like my mans, freestyle is not my flowBut I gets mad respect from Norfolk to GlasgowI run this up to court about a minute to the secCause my hoodie won`t clash with Whipper Whip`s mockneckSo my hip-hop teachers please show me the mathAnd after this give me your goddamn autographChorus:Whipper Whip, you can make the microphone singWalking around sporting your diamond ringAll the ladies know you as an MC kingSo get on the mic and tell `em it ain`t no thingVerse 3: Whipper WhipWell the Prince is my title and, I do what I must doWhen rappers get beside themselves, that`s when I bust twoOr three, see it doesn`t matter to meCause the W-H-I-P`s got an armyWhipper Whip, the Whipster, money gripsterCan`t stand the tipster unless she got the hips toMove a mountain, left on Kingsly and Fountain1345 is where I used to count themThe grips in my bucket`s the kind that choke horsesNo more losses and no toy mossesIt`s the Kings of Kingsly, from Bronx to HollywoodI`m Whipper Whip, I but the G in "good"Yo I can blow like a whistle, run far beyond averageBeen rapping to the man like Randy SavageYou be the judge, come stand as I slam someThere`s open invitation to all and then someChorus:Sticks and stones might break your bones but JD Dub is gonna blow your mindAin`t no need to hold it (Let it go!) Just one more time!Verse 4: DoveI kick the Chatanooga Choo Choo so listen to the callingNext stop`s the body rock, here`s the ticket to my clockIt`s the flips, but keep your jaws on your hips>From back in the days I used to air it to the hitsEarn the dance step and guaranteed to play the wheel to wheelAnd Wild Style was the real, dig it?I block the heckles and hecks and gets nuff respectsWithout the "bah diddy bah" I couldn`t go and cash checksChorus:DJ Mase, since you got the bass, why don`t you hit it, hit it?Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!The do re, the mi phi, the sol la, the TitoRocking it, rocking it, yes he is rocking it