Текст песни De La Soul - My Writes, слова песни De La Soul

Текст песни De La Soul - My Writes

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{*ad libs for the first 30 seconds*}[dove]Yo - who hold guns and rock ice bigger than life;Got bitches throwin they drawers on stage - that aint me!I raise kids, push whips, piss an mcLove money like I love my momsLove my nigga com sense when he bang dents all up in they walletsWall to wall bullshit I got hardwood floorsSet sail for tour ever since eighty-nineSo yall are fuckin the same hoes who used to be mine[tash]And Ive been waitin three summers to rhyme longside my peopleRico, de la, inject you with the lethalDose of hop-hippin if you thought catash was slippinThen put that drink down, you drunk off what you sippinCatash put the dip in dip dive socializeFuck around with me and next youll find yo crib burglarized[xzibit]Yo you better recognize and try to analyze thisHand over fist - how can a man act like a bitch? Change and switch, snitch on his crewYo get rid of the niggaz before the same thing happen to you[pos]And theyll leave your ass sticky like glueBlood leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin outGot you on your knees like a freak, jugglin deez nutsSmugglin these cuts from s.c., you best be--lieve theres no web or leave a netWe done swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yoChorus: all togetherWhat you know about my writes? (my writes)What you know about whats weak, whats tight? And what you know about an off night? (uhh)What you know about niggaz frontin for the light? And what you know about them gun fights? (gun fights)Got a nigga duckin while them girls show frightWhat you know about my writes? (my writes)Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)[xzibit]Yeah, yeah, lookIm samson without delilah, the soul survivorThe drunk driver that rolls straight, take the whole cakeChop it up with the family, wash it down with alcoholMy tellys a desert eagle for all the fuckin shots I calledMy niggaz gotta ball, never settle for lessHeavy metal, heavy on yo chest like two breastsStep into my office cause its time for you to roll somethinOne false move, and we gon beat you like you stole somethin[pos]Yo these style I kick should be called ? ? rapDrawin the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I want itThey stomach what I throw, they know Im right for they dietThey librarian flow keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh)The love I lost outweighs the rhymes I gainBut the fact that I spit em makes me cherish the nameSo pass the mic so I can put in my shareI rip it from home to l.a.With connectin flights to rip it elsewhere[j-ro]Drinkin up black & tan in the back of a vanI learned as a young man - long trip, piss in a canGettin a house for two grand, now you got your own landLet your mind expand, everyday have a planRo-gram is rare earth, swingin black tarzanYou got to live with the cards dealt in yo handStay young like peter pan, like sly, take a standAnd go uptown saturday night like ichiban[dove]I keep it dirty like under the bed (dirty)Dirty like uncle red; aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )Dirty brown likwit flow thicker than the yoo-hooDirt you dishin out, chef tellin it allFace down in the dirt, doin my dirty workExpert, tryin to regulate my networkHead jerk, spice it with rice, stick with itIf they ask who cut the grits ima say e-swift did itChorus w/ minor variations[tash]And Ive been known to get it on, past the break of the dawnTashll punch you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo lawn"(cmon!) you makin diss songs? spit that rhyme my wayI can shut yall niggaz down like the y-2-kI did a tour in ninety-four with de la soul and tribeWe on the same vibe, cause real niggaz coincide("right-right-right..") the situation is drasticBut see songs like these is why this album goin classic[j-ro]This is for the dj, bring it back one timeI drop bombs like when my moms told me to rhymeIm - old school like my dad isSo add this, to your collect, plug won - who the baddest? [pos]Aiyyo we theme park status, upstage these niggaz like gladysThem little pips, they done tripped the wireBlamin they legs, while Im claimin these tunesIn this well stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms[xzibit]Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real from the plasticAnd I gotta say no namesPlay no games, hit the switches, crack the frameShow no shame or fuck it all up, take the blameBrand name fresh out the box type hustleManpower success is mind over muscleGrind til the wheels fall off, accept the lossI never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to flossNailed to the cross its time to returnMy only concern is makin sure that hollywood burn,Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass niggazIs all up in the game and dont deserve to be down[j-ro]Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick backDe la, xzibit and tha liks came to get thatAnd what you know about us droppin yaAnd leavin you with half a face like the phantom of the opera? Chorus w/ minor variations[chorus extended]Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)[tash]You got the right to shut the fuck up! {*laughing*}

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