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Текст песни De La Soul - Stix Stonz

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Chorus: allIf you can dig it, deal with it, if you cant, 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 its been a while since the last timeYoure heard la sunshine pick up the microphone and rhymeBut now I think its time to go for mineSo you can sit back, relax, just max and unwindBecause its time for me to out a few heads to bedBecause Im upset at what somebody saidIve heard it through the grapevine its been saidThat sunshine, cant rhyme? Ha! thats the funniest line that I heard in a long timeThe wanna be mes that they I sound off beatIm not off beat, Im totally unique and it sounds real sweetSo if youre ready, get set for a trip to the sunYoull be guided, and Ive decided to becomeOne to take total control of your soulYoung or all be bold because its a sight to beholdChorus:Sticks and stones might break your bones but pos is gonna blow your mindAint no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time!Verse 2: posdnuosNow you can bet that Im first kick a wattSoul son, plug one, posdnuos Im top notchForward, backstep, got cabbage on the brainSo Im leafy, peasy, and I act kind of saneSo homeboys and girls just come follow meIm 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 wont clash with whipper whips 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 aint no thingVerse 3: whipper whipWell the prince is my title and, I do what I must doWhen rappers get beside themselves, thats when I bust twoOr three, see it doesnt matter to meCause the w-h-i-ps got an armyWhipper whip, the whipster, money gripsterCant 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 buckets the kind that choke horsesNo more losses and no toy mossesIts the kings of kingsly, from bronx to hollywoodIm 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 someTheres open invitation to all and then someChorus:Sticks and stones might break your bones but jd dub is gonna blow your mindAint 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 stops the body rock, heres the ticket to my clockIts 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 couldnt go and cash checksChorus:Dj mase, since you got the bass, why dont 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 itTito, rocking it!Verse 5: titoSmiggity smoking, no joking, turning styles like a tokenNo singer, but swinging rap lyric like a ringerIm solo, like bobo, breaking backs like boloNo kitten, no hitting booby traps for the sittingDucks should I mention rhyme breezing like bensonOr hedges, Im fuming autographs for the humanBeing, Im g-ing, off like keyingOr keenan, live ivory, waynan, whos slaying? A tv or movie, hit singles often move meLike groove me, they got me lingers like a ? ? ? No slipping, no tripping on me while Im rippingSlam dunking like a donut on the bulls scottie pippenA vocab thats no fad, Im heftier than glad bagsMy sons about 2, buckaroo and yelling "go dad!"Chorus:Sticks and stones might break your bones but superstars blows your mindAint no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time!Verse 6: superstarI get the honor to rap with some old school greatsCaz, whipper whip, tito, and laMaseo, posdnuos, trug, they from the new schoolA perfect blend from the old and newSuperstar, where did I fit in? how did I get in? Where did I begin, sin? Im known from belcourt to freeport, not a west coast or five boroughsYeah, my names whispered in the ghettosWhen Im on stage, I write a book, flip a pageWrite a chapter, and leave a hell of a phraseNow, before I go, you know that Im a pro, yoYou wont forget me, why, because I flowChorus:So gmc, ha, gmc, ha ha, gmc ha, gmc, ha haGmc, ha huh! (yo my throat is sore)Yo, get on the mic, stay on the mic (dammit)Rock on the mic with your rhymes galore!Verse 7: grandmaster cazWell Im a black act back to attack the wack new jackSmack the sad sack track with the stack of factsTrue old data, see you later alligatorRaid or raider darth vader, cause Im greater or raterMade a plate of soul food, barbequed a rude dude with the attitudeWho got screwed cause he chewedBut Im a writer, you cant take a bite ofSo light up your lighter and watch me recite aDope verse or two with the curse or two, yeah rehearse a cueBut first a few minutes of funk, preferably sevenMicrophones, all I need is oneMcs to school, ten or eleven then a bottle of donWhen the job is done, but dont stop me nowIm on a roll, control the whole strollAnd bowl the whole toll, fold the known soulsPatrol shoot the fruit, toot toot the hootScoot with the loot and knock a cute suit bootsEntertain your brain like kane, not strain to maintain my main (shit) stainWalls record us, break through the bordersAll the manslaughters and kidnap daughtersWho are building and chlling in the building with a villianIm killing and illing but still in like bob dylanIm democratic emphatic erratic static Im good at itAnd suckers get gatted with the automaticRhymes are plenty, styles are manyYeah, and thats as real as jimmy sticking jennyIf anybody knows a trick to slip my wigWith a lick or real sick with a lyrical brickHes a vick bound to get tracked offStep to the grandest and youll get slapped offStage, and thoroughly stomped with the quicknessNow can I get a witness, cause Im out

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