De La Soul - La La La lyrics

[Intro] La la laaaaaaa La la laaaaaaa, laaaaaaaaaaaah... [Posdnuos] Papa Love be on the attack, survival Jack Pot, and a lot of it's fat, part of the pack Not signing blood with his back, bottle for knack And we ain't backpack, we backbone But that's how rap be My own kids can't see they pops Cause I'm onstage in some city making someone else's kids happy Doing things that ain't over until the big lady sings But since the world is so health-conscious The big gal lost weight, so we rock non-stop the date Give me a hard road to walk, I walk mine Similar to blood that won't stay in the chalk line - I won't stay boxed in! Worth every penny the record companies lend me Sam Cooke-d the fish, but darling You Send Me Creep out the mouth with the house like Mr. Fisher When I want out the picture My zodiac is commonly known as the proudest (So even when I whisper..) it still sounds the loudest That's just that NY, NY sh** in me But smart enough to know no one stay the epitome (WHERE?) In this game But the aim is to clock out, covered in quality hip-hop The sureshot will sure to get the cop-out Work out the kinks, month later hear it in the club While Smilez go work out the drinks [Hook] La la laaaaaaa La la laaaaaaa, laaaaaaaaaaaah... La la laaaaaaa La la laaaaaaa, laaaaaaaaaaaah... [Dave] It's New York like murder and pavement Nothing pretty like floral arrangement In case you study the stars in amazement A modest millionaire constellations where Dave went Cavemen die out, n***as just dry out Afrika is suspect, is apart tides out We pull the punches, never meant to roll with 'em Poppa taught me if they don't come then go get 'em Two weeks slinging this drug and no women But don't get it twisted, I'll never go (ULTRA!) Snap into default and be the twat poacher Circle in the sky, oh cussing like Blowfly Chemist cut prescription, see this is a faux pas Handing {?} to those who didn't know I Got some Spaniard in me, yo I never act um (ULTRA!) Thank you Kool Herc for giving us the culture Coke crack and deals whatever road-in you go for Singing until the fat b**h decides to do tofu If I don't know you, well here's the introduction Music entertaining and conjunction We should have a lunch-in, cold cuts, serving these Donuts DILLA, IF YA HEAR ME WE ARE MISSING YOU SO MUCH Dilla, if ya hear me we are missing you so much De La twenty years, held up like bra**ieres [Hook 3X]