De La Soul - Voodoo Circus lyrics

[Dave:] Kick up the dust like "Another One Bites the" It ain't the Queen version, see you heard 'em back on Bentley Road with the show council - whattup Divine - the bell rang It ain't no champagne fall, we dump the taste through the crack for the folks under the floor, on tour [beatboxing] Ever since I was a "Fat" ba*tard But now I travel a little light in my skin It ain't all that cute, I still tuck a little in Like [?] body sting 'em Ray sting 'em, Ray sting 'em ("Sting 'em Ray!") I blind box, n***az hit 'em when I hear 'em It stays six here to bake you rap crumbcakes So scrumptious with cholesterol Lube out your squeak, your selection is weak This combination is like Halle and Beyonce (BAD!) But smooth like Ponce DeLeon Explorin this Dave West bounce that we on On on on on on on on... ("Here's a very curious thing, a verse that'll fit any song") [Pos:] We all do what we gotta do When no love in the heart of a city No love in the heart of a crew, so most break up Others stay together, cause there's not enough money to leave They tryin to get the cake up, frost it out a little in eight days and wake up, exercise demons Leave you in a state screamin, "Come back De La, come back!" Sorta how Prince did to Nikki No need for that, here to give it to you quickly Cause some of y'all lookin kinda sickly Eatin that bullsh** rap (word) split ya a**hole then let all the whack sh** fall out Then come grab another pouch and sprinkle us in (sprinkle it) Until you stay twinklin, roll your a** up No I won't pa** up a toke, for all the sh** De La wrote So smell us all on your clothes Try to wash us out, we ain't comin out, that's how it goes Winner of the pro see- fu*k ALL AWARDS ("f** all y'all!") [Dave:] Yeah, and wipe your face pa Your bone swat on speak tongues that ain't near ya I knew Cayman since we met on the Island Kodak kid (CLICK) kept it all candid An apple a day, we have FUN dip I knew one dip, after school special delivery She kept up on a**es like Nancy Drew We did a dance or two, until my girlfriend showed up [b**hy Girl:] (n***a I know you ain't disrespectin me who is this b**h?) (Why is this b**h all in your face? Why is this b**h ALL, IN, YOUR, FACE) (Yeah whatever n***a just dancin, I am not the numerical uno) (So you got one night out and wanna act like a little monkey?) (I know IT'S HARD OUT HERE FOR A CHIMP!) [Pos:] Can I get a Soul Clap? It's the summertime 1969 n***a, born durin the Woodstock Many men do wish they could rock But all they do is inject the value of shock But KABOOM, I blow up the spot, the scene The little ones, the teens, them elders, the peers They don't run in fear, they gravitate to the way I navigate know-how inside your ear (Never) fabricate vo-cals inside your ear And let's make it clear, I'm Plug ("one for the trouble") Wonder Why ("for the time") Workmatic, pullin them dimes who like to get on their knees and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] SHA-NA-NAHHHH!