Текст песни De La Soul (from the Propellerheads) - 360 (Oh Yeah?)
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Come on, yeahYo I`m from L I fella, vison had you tune into my figgida (?)Microphone is mobileHolding mic`s is slow while I be just day dreamingDrop for like, nine months, and rock from backyards to frontsWho wants to live the gutter life, we got sidewalks to walk, babyI need a chick with big potatoes to mash, babyHang like parachutes, I`ve been floating for yearsWent from rapping in cars to rapping careersOne beer, two beers, I got the gift like SantaI go from NY to DC, and down to AtlantaMake you fly like propellor, we be down in the cellorWhat I guess you call the basement, cause thats where all the bass wentWhen we turn it up a notch, old school like Ed KotchToss my foot up in the air and grab my crotchWho am I? Michael, keep the music on a cycleSo we can finish up and flow in your fro (?)Word outThis is called frozen styleShatter your teeth styleFreeze like artic style y`allCome onCheck it outI`m the P to the O to the SKnown to pinpoint the flow to the chestSo wear your vest, wiggle your thighs and your breast on VanessaHad to sneak it cause my minds(?) kept me under pressureAs the Sun appears to rise and setSome cats live for the hood cause it`s as good as it getsBut my plot is much thicker, I move it much quickerThree-hundred and sixty mile to the P HSo I`m balanced, not a fella to fallConnecting the dots, I got two propellors in allWent from ghetto to the metalSeen all degrees of hot, and froze when I was notLike lot, my lady threw salt in the gameInvested cheese in the mouse who sent pork into fameNow you hear my name being screamed on the ride of lifeIt`s too late to get of, to get offWe in the house y`all, we in the house y`allWe about to get evicted, there ain`t no lights or liquidThe bills ain`t paid and last week we had a raidCause we partied too much cause that`s my family`s tradeEnvited all of my folks, and yo all my folks stayedThey tried to silence our shit, but we just pushed up the fadeSide back to charge a dollar, hadn`t got paidAnd called on the band and got stupid when the keyboard played(talking in backround)Keeping funny with the Propellerheads y`allNow listenI`m here to usher the pain with no reliefBut still get the "Great Scott, are you a thief?" "Seems like you got a mouth full of gold.." recordsSorry for that, platinum plat soon to comeTill then propellor got me working the drumFor a three(?) to notify the five O for the fumbleI hear you want to rumble on the mic, so check it outHow you want it, I got it -- Oh Yeah?