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de la soul – i.c. y’all lyrics

[intro: pos & busta rhymes]
ha ha ha-hah ha-hah ha, ha-hah ha-hah ha
ha ha flipmode y’all, whatchu talkin’ ’bout?
de la y’all, whatchu talki’ ’bout?
whatchu talkin’ ’bout?

[verse 2: dove]
yo, you gettin’ stomped by the marching band
keep ’em shook like spray cans (it’s so hot)
it’s so hot it’ll make your face tan (ooh!)
ace ban rap, the place the wasteland
bit y’all in my mouth, but you taste bland
i feel fake n-ggas and mince these snake n-ggas
that hiss but won’t bite – false alarm
and if it don’t rockwild, we fin’ to drop a bomb
(word up) strong grip on a mic like we stretch arm
i been shine, you been warned and been torn
get smacked for the b.s. you been on
storm bad weather/whether or not you stay scorned
for ten years i’ve baked sh-t like hot potato
rhymes still drippin’ like stu-b’s, you groupies
need to show i.d. before the bust down
touched down the god put 7 to your zippo
and drop it on you heavy like a hippo
(now you heard that?)

[chorus: busta rhymes]
to all my dogs all the way in the back, ready to black
i.c. y’all (see y’all) i.c. y’all
ladies get down shake yo’ -ss around, i hope you know that
i.c. y’all (see y’all) i.c. y’all
to all my soldiers on the corner i.c. y’all (see y’all)
women doin’ what they wanna i.c. y’all
to them people gettin’ pulled over i.c. y’all (see y’all)
i.c. y’all (see y’all) wouldn’t wanna be y’all

[verse 2: pos]
it’s the one and only effect, that you catch from a c-ssette
straight wig out the world and girls we straight dig out ya back
with letters spellin’ out my name
all over your marquee, cause the spark is me
currently we can be seen across your screen
stayin wide-eyed cause you n-ggas tryin’ to scheme
welcome to the spot, i’m slaying with it
chop it up and fit it inside your quart of rice
you speak ghetto falsetto on the mic device
tryin to give me third degree, you just a third of me
couldn’t be the sh-t if you were a t-rd of me
a man tight with my funds, crush like ricky d
who quoted vance wright, no one can serve us!
my squad advance heights quite superb
just kick off your shoes, jump on the jock
it’s been a long time comin’ this you need to cop!

[verse 3: busta rhymes]
it goes one (one) two (two) three (three) four (four)
bounce so much i ricochet up off the floor (floor)
so raw sh-t the most raw you ever saw
quarter after four, n-ggas quick to bust the back door
baby, open your blouse while i joust another n-gga’s spouse
quick jamaican d-ck style all in they house
i practice to be the all access, you see the fact is
my mouth dirty, so follow while i display the slackness
yo, you see my slang talk straight from the slums
when i was young, moms put soap on my tongue, and yo-yo
forever we gettin’ this cheddar with the quickness
while i cast the spell on these b-tches, you can be my eyewitness
short fuse, nowadays langston hughes
we gettin’ money with whoever – even the jews
the way we finagle and gain it must be all in my shoes
f-ck a n-gga up with de la like (?) can amuse

- de la soul lyrics

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