Текст песни De La Soul - IntroStakes is High
De La Soul - IntroStakes is High слова песни
(when I)(first heard)(criminal)(minded)(I was in...)(damn, where was i? )(...seventh grade)(battlin this other emcee)(smokin a blunt and drinkin a 40 down lower east side with my niggas)(I have no idea where I was, it was so long ago)(I was on my way to a family reunion in a car on the long islandExpressway when I heard it)(rooselvelt projects)(I was in...)(I was outside of church when I was really little and I was doing theWop with this girl)(red alert played one of the songs on the radio)(it was so long ago)(yo merce, whats up, this is hanson, man, I want you to peep that out.Yo, kid... I was at this party, this hypeParty when I heardKrs criminal minded. Ill call you back, peace.)(all right!)(all right!)(all right!)(all right!)Pos:Channeling, in sync so my what brings that testamentTo cover twelve inches of funkFlip like as if I was the dalek himselfSpecialising in cleansing like the its ofElephants, dove hits bibles out the park, manDont wven try to toss bleach, Im too dark andMajor more soul than james "escapism"De la soul is here to stay like racismPatrick know and imma put the pillow off the bedAs I lurk up on your thoughts while phones on your headRiff a tech pro, flex sue, running you the linksScout weather, pouring rain outta ducks survive linksAnd if one winks for pink slips, the slips are shortDull-minded as sperm, to give out for the souls I reportI sport too fly for the forty-ounce drinkerI sport too fly for a forty-ounce thinkerA fresh linen scent so sniffer on the two-inchA talker of the berg without weed influenceSo stick to you naughty by natures and your kanecause graffiti that I based upn the wax is insaneDove:Grand groove, I wish I had the flavor bidGive me six bottles of beer, I take the seventh one freeI got the chandelier, kick, constructed by my manLittle elf, big four gets the zootie for the selfLong island living, what, twelve oclock dawnJiggy-not see me so I trip straight to your porchesMr partymaker puts the boogers in your bottleStraw it and drink, what bees gotta bescause I snort the crazy-craziesMan, I kick the franken-style, dig the bolts in my neckWreck, ship, boat, rockHeavy metal grooves aint the infiniteHere I hips to the hopsIm looking for the words in the faces of a princeThat brother been down ever since soaked cheeseAnd motor go smilingHey, how ya doinNow, meet in front of big lous fightingHey, yall reminisce, six streets, little milesStraight to my avenue(aaaah... aaaggh)Six streets, went miles straight to my avenueIm headed for the bigger e, for the bitter oe, not meHeres my malibu, child, heres my malibuBuckshot honeys, dig a gun and go aaaahhhhh...