Текст песни De La Soul - Rap De Rap Show
De La Soul - Rap De Rap Show слова песни
(Here we go.) THE DOO DOO MAN: How y`all feelin` out there! You`re listening to the Rap De Rap show and I`m the Doo Doo Man playing all the slammin` rap tunes for all you Mack Daddies and Mackettes, so hold tight for a one hour rap sweep on WRMS. Who`s the Doo Doo Man? (You`re the Doo Doo Man!) Who`s the Doo Doo Man? (You`re the Doo Doo Man!) MIKE: Yeah, ha ha ha. You`re listening to MC Rocco Ribs and the BBQ Crew, and when we`re not burning that pork, we`re in New York listening to the Rap De Rap Show on WRMS! KIM CARTER: Y-y-y-y-yo, this is Kim KC and I`m chillin` with the Suckwheat Posse, and when I`m not home making a hamhock sandwich, I`m listening to Rap De Rap Show on WRMS. You ravioli heads, we outta here. Ooh ooh ooh, the Doo Doo Man! Q-TIP: Yo, yo, what`s up, `s up, this is Q-Q-Tip-Tip from a Tribe Tribe called Quest Quest Quest, I`m listening to the Doo Doo Man on WRMS-S-S-S and I`m out! MASE: Yo, my name is MC No Shame, and when I ain`t getting busted in bed with your mama, or sellin` crack to the kids at Amityville High School, hey I`m listening to my man, the Doo Doo Man, on WRMS, peace! DE LA SOUL: This this this this is De La Soul, Pos Love This is Dove Love Mase Love And when we`re not here we`re where? WRMS y`all, with who? The Doo Doo Man! DIVINE STYLER: Yo, peace, this is the D-I-V-Ine Styler-Ine, and all come inside Divine, I`m listenig to my man, the Doo Doo Man, on WRMS. I am outta here, ha ha ha! BOBBY SIMMONS: Yo what`s up my name is Colonel Bobby, I`m listening to the Doo Doo Man on WRMS... yo, and I`m outta here, peace. JUNGLE BROTHERS: Ha, yo, ha ha, the JB`s! JB`s in the house! Jungle Brothers, word up, on WRMS, Rap De Rap, my man! Like roaches lickin` soup. Doo Doo Man! Checkin` out the Doo Doo Man. (You got the cooties) PAUL: Yo, this is Prince Paul, when I`m not brushing my teeth with DiDi 7 or boosting my memory or purchasing real estate tapes, I`m listening to my stromie, my homie, the Doo Doo Man on WRMS! Rrr-RRAH! POPMASTER HIGHT: Hey hey hey Paul, I got a job for ya. You know that guy Rufus? That mouli? Freakin` lick him.