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von De La Soul feat. Butta Verses
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I never can say goodbye
No no, no no, I never can say goodbye
I don′t, I don't know the rest
We those pros, we never procrastinate, ah
Them guardians they shouldn′t let you get past the gate
Watch out dawg, the watchdog's showin' his teeth
Guess you bit too much, they bitin′ your beat
While I speak from experience, hunger and hurt
And a little bit of hate from niggaz doin′ me dirt
I just wash it all out with tide and show love
To those who ride with me while I'm puttin′ in work
Full-timin' it, 8: 30 to 6, the graveyard shift
The three months before the benefits hit
But my position went temp′ to perm', I sat and listened
Like an intern watchin′ who applied get fired
Now I'm sittin' in the break room, they gotta make room
My paper stacks, put staples through ′em
So I can keep my money together
Some die-hard fans just don′t want it like, "Put Pos back on it"
I'm back on it, that′s why you never disappointed
We give you what we live through for real
Don't own a crown but I′m royalty
And tryin' to see the royalty checks about a half a mil′
Whether off or on the chart, my cuts grips your heart
You know we got you open like your gut splits apart
I never pass the buck, my shoulder holds the weights
So don't beef when we don't pass collection plates
I don′t give money, I don′t support the needy
Schooled in America, taught to be greedy
And everythin' ought to be easy
But I never could say goodbye to my friends who get high
I wonder why, I′m rockin' with that guy, it′s serious
Still make him cry when the satire's hilarious
Cold for your areas, flows come in various shapes and sizes
So hot that you despise it
Never last up to bat, no no, no no
These skills we don′t lack, no no, no no
We never fall and pray, no no, no no no
Make all the ladies say, ooh ooh baby
You can't knock the hustle, no no, no no
Can't be budged by your muscle, no no, no no
Never ridin′ on E, no no, no no no
It′s De La and Butta V, drive you crazy
Yo, if you are what you eat, some of you cats head's
Between your girl′s legs a lot 'cause y′all act too sweet
Go brush your teeth then after that
Put in a little more practice on your rhymin' attack
What you write′s not the least bit hot
Maybe 'cause your wrist is so cold from all that ice you cop
Hate to hate a playa but you know what?
I still smother ya like cheese and rockin' leaves freshly cut
And we the steak and potatoes and De La′s the greatest
And ladies be on the floor thankin′ the Lord that He made us
I'm tellin′ you, I swoop her like a pelican do
You sayin' look at that pelican fly, you spittin′ gelatin rhymes
They shaky as shit, ugly in the mold you fit
We the square peg on the round hole, sound's soulful
Your imitation flavor is tofu
It′s true we make our bed all day and we are
The world of rap, take you back
In the days of all four hundred ways that people lack
It's that, what, authentic, big-nosed mic music
Four to five survive all night to it
I'm tryin to keep up with my Jones′ and Thomas′
'Til I′m broke like them New Year's Eve promises
And that′s alright, I just penned another sixteen
To fill my bank account with the mixed greens
Moms want 5's and 10′s
The girls I got is 9's and 10's, VH1 ′Behind The Pens′
You anticipate greatness from elder statesmen
I ch, ch, ch, ah, like Biz Mark' or Jason
I bust one shot just to start the racin′
The tortoise and the hare, which one there is chasin'?
Slow and steady, we already Andretti
Get ticket take parades, waves and confetti and
Never last up to bat, no no, no no
These skills we don′t lack, no no, no no
We never fall and pray, no no, no no no
Make all the ladies say, ooh ooh baby
You can't knock the hustle, no no, no no
Can′t be budged by your muscle, no no, no no
Never ridin' on E, no no, no no no
It's De La and Butta V, drive you crazy
If the soul keeps rockin′, the streets will keep rockin′
If the streets keep rockin', the soul will keep rockin′
If the streets stop rockin', the soul will keep rockin′
If the soul keeps rockin', the streets will keep rockin′
If the soul keeps rockin', the streets will keep rockin'
If the streets keep rockin′, the soul will keep rockin′
If the streets stop rockin', the soul will keep rockin′
If the soul keeps rockin', the streets will keep rockin′
If the soul keeps rockin', the streets will keep rockin′
If the streets keep rockin', the soul will keep rockin'
If the streets stop rockin′, the soul will keep rockin′
If the soul keeps rockin', the streets will keep rockin′
If the soul keeps rockin', the streets will keep rockin′
If the streets keep rockin', the soul will keep rockin′
If the streets stop rockin', the soul will keep rockin'
If the soul keeps rockin′, the streets will keep rockin′
No no, no no, I never can say goodbye
I don′t, I don't know the rest
We those pros, we never procrastinate, ah
Them guardians they shouldn′t let you get past the gate
Watch out dawg, the watchdog's showin' his teeth
Guess you bit too much, they bitin′ your beat
While I speak from experience, hunger and hurt
And a little bit of hate from niggaz doin′ me dirt
I just wash it all out with tide and show love
To those who ride with me while I'm puttin′ in work
Full-timin' it, 8: 30 to 6, the graveyard shift
The three months before the benefits hit
But my position went temp′ to perm', I sat and listened
Like an intern watchin′ who applied get fired
Now I'm sittin' in the break room, they gotta make room
My paper stacks, put staples through ′em
So I can keep my money together
Some die-hard fans just don′t want it like, "Put Pos back on it"
I'm back on it, that′s why you never disappointed
We give you what we live through for real
Don't own a crown but I′m royalty
And tryin' to see the royalty checks about a half a mil′
Whether off or on the chart, my cuts grips your heart
You know we got you open like your gut splits apart
I never pass the buck, my shoulder holds the weights
So don't beef when we don't pass collection plates
I don′t give money, I don′t support the needy
Schooled in America, taught to be greedy
And everythin' ought to be easy
But I never could say goodbye to my friends who get high
I wonder why, I′m rockin' with that guy, it′s serious
Still make him cry when the satire's hilarious
Cold for your areas, flows come in various shapes and sizes
So hot that you despise it
Never last up to bat, no no, no no
These skills we don′t lack, no no, no no
We never fall and pray, no no, no no no
Make all the ladies say, ooh ooh baby
You can't knock the hustle, no no, no no
Can't be budged by your muscle, no no, no no
Never ridin′ on E, no no, no no no
It′s De La and Butta V, drive you crazy
Yo, if you are what you eat, some of you cats head's
Between your girl′s legs a lot 'cause y′all act too sweet
Go brush your teeth then after that
Put in a little more practice on your rhymin' attack
What you write′s not the least bit hot
Maybe 'cause your wrist is so cold from all that ice you cop
Hate to hate a playa but you know what?
I still smother ya like cheese and rockin' leaves freshly cut
And we the steak and potatoes and De La′s the greatest
And ladies be on the floor thankin′ the Lord that He made us
I'm tellin′ you, I swoop her like a pelican do
You sayin' look at that pelican fly, you spittin′ gelatin rhymes
They shaky as shit, ugly in the mold you fit
We the square peg on the round hole, sound's soulful
Your imitation flavor is tofu
It′s true we make our bed all day and we are
The world of rap, take you back
In the days of all four hundred ways that people lack
It's that, what, authentic, big-nosed mic music
Four to five survive all night to it
I'm tryin to keep up with my Jones′ and Thomas′
'Til I′m broke like them New Year's Eve promises
And that′s alright, I just penned another sixteen
To fill my bank account with the mixed greens
Moms want 5's and 10′s
The girls I got is 9's and 10's, VH1 ′Behind The Pens′
You anticipate greatness from elder statesmen
I ch, ch, ch, ah, like Biz Mark' or Jason
I bust one shot just to start the racin′
The tortoise and the hare, which one there is chasin'?
Slow and steady, we already Andretti
Get ticket take parades, waves and confetti and
Never last up to bat, no no, no no
These skills we don′t lack, no no, no no
We never fall and pray, no no, no no no
Make all the ladies say, ooh ooh baby
You can't knock the hustle, no no, no no
Can′t be budged by your muscle, no no, no no
Never ridin' on E, no no, no no no
It's De La and Butta V, drive you crazy
If the soul keeps rockin′, the streets will keep rockin′
If the streets keep rockin', the soul will keep rockin′
If the streets stop rockin', the soul will keep rockin′
If the soul keeps rockin', the streets will keep rockin′
If the soul keeps rockin', the streets will keep rockin'
If the streets keep rockin′, the soul will keep rockin′
If the streets stop rockin', the soul will keep rockin′
If the soul keeps rockin', the streets will keep rockin′
If the soul keeps rockin', the streets will keep rockin′
If the streets keep rockin', the soul will keep rockin'
If the streets stop rockin′, the soul will keep rockin′
If the soul keeps rockin', the streets will keep rockin′
If the soul keeps rockin', the streets will keep rockin′
If the streets keep rockin', the soul will keep rockin′
If the streets stop rockin', the soul will keep rockin'
If the soul keeps rockin′, the streets will keep rockin′
Writer(s): David Jolicoeur, Kelvin Mercer, Clifton Davis, Vincent L Mason, David West, Butta Verses, Vincent Lamont Jr. Mason Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com