[Intro] Come on, yeah [Verse 1 De La Soul] Yo, Im from L A, cella vison at ya, tuning to my Figured ya, figured ya microphone, the mobile Holdin mic just so while I be just daydreamin Drop like nine months and rock backyard to fronts Who wants to live the gutter life? We got sidewalks to walk, baby I need a chick with big potatoes to mash, baby Hang like parachutes, Ive been floatin for years We went from rappin in cars ta rappin careers One dear, two dear, I got the gift like Santa Go from N.Y. to D.C. and down to Atlanta Make ya fly like propellers, we beat it down in the cella Well, I guess you call it basement Cause thats where all the bass went When we turn it up a notch old school like Ed Koch Toss my foot up in the air hoo, grab my crotch Who am I? Michael keep the music on a cycle So we can finish and flow within your fro Word out, word out This is called, uh, frozen style Chatter your teeth style Freeze like the artic style, yall [Chorus De La Soul] Uhuh Come on [Verse 2 De La Soul] Check it out Im the P to the O to the S Known to pinpoint a flow to the chest So wear your vest nibble the thighs and breasts on Vanessa Had to sneak it cause her moms kept me under pressure word Now as the sun appears to rise and set Some cats live for the hood cause its as good as it gets But my plot is much thicker yep I move it much quicker word Threehundred and sixty miles to the P H So Im balanced not a fella to fall Connecting the dots I got two propellers in all Went from ghetto to the mettle Seen all degrees of hot and froze when I was not Like Lot, my lady threw salt in the game Invest the cheese in the mouse who said Walk into fame Now you hear my name being screamed on the ride of life Its too late to get off, to get off [Verse 3 De La Soul] We in the house yall we in the house yall We about to get evicted there aint no lights or liquid The bills aint paid and last week we had a raid Cause we partied too much, but thats my familys trade Invited all of my folks and, yo, all my folks stayed They tried to silence my shit but we just pushed up the fade Sat back and charged a dolla ahead and got paid And called on the band and got stupid when the keyboard played [Interlude] Its party time, word out Word out, yeah We got party goin on here, yall Pass me that drink over here Keeping funky with the Propellerheads, yall [Verse 4 De La Soul] Now, now listen You see, Im here to usher the pain with no relief But still, get the Great Scotts, are you a thief? Seems like you got a mouth full of gold... records Sorry for that, platinum plaque soon to come Til then Propeller got me working the drum For a fee so notify the 50 looking for the fumble oh I hear you want to rumble on the mic so check it out How you want it, I got it Oh yeah
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