Oooh Songtext
von De La Soul featuring Redman

Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get your ass up and let′s get ill, that's right y′all
We more than rough, we callin' your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes (Brick City)

Yo, don't scandalize mine, I spent too much time
Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk
Never fetchin′ for crime, halt, who goes there?
Yo, it′s the squeeze of five fingers, puffin' Smokey the Bear
Shinin′ black like Darth Vader caps, they on stare
While we rockin' it, I′ll rock in it (rock in it)
Like the little ball inside the spray can
Providing three coats for both child, woman and man

God bless the God, lay these streets wall to wall, it go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry click, it went
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh


It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt (′phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who thought you brought harm
You see, I'm iced out like a glass of tea
Better yet, oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to me
Slidin′ up and down the court, but I don′t think you can D
Why try? Maseo be gettin' high (yeah), since Luke was Luke Skywalk (yo)
Man, my topic of talk is sheddin′ shame all over your game
Like them shorties who claim that Afrocentric lovin' is the past drug (what?)

A life filled with (guns) that′s what thugs love (what?)
Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choice while it muffles your voice
Now when I'm swimmin′ through the joint, I put the funk on hold
'Cause if you don't, you′ll see the bubbles come up
We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss
Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss
Most crews are post current while we′re forever
Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from the you-and-I-versity of hard hitters, for real

I got niggas in the streets that′ll blast your ass for the shine and it get
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yo, if you a fat chick gettin' your fuck on tonight then go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you′re lovin' our sound, go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yo, and to my broke niggas on the corner holdin′ me down, go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh


Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong
I had plans to buy more land, plant corn
Bust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks
Setbacks is gonna get my ass P.E. hostile
Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat (uh-huh)
Big moneys make the big decisions
Keep hip hop alive, it's just an intermission (yeah)
Back to the second half of the feature flick, dick stacks and fuck rap

I had a name for makin' paper since paper mâché (c′mon)
Now, my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play
While you broke niggas reach drunk much quicker
You don′t make enough bread to soak up all your liquor
Went from god to goddamn
Damn god, you're killin′ it
Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it
Rap cats talk with no will in it
Soundin′ like they virtual, this joint'll hurt you, yo

′Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed (what?)
They did a job (uh-huh)
Took all my goodies out from under the tree (word up)
Except the CD's of shiny suit rappers and flossin' MC′s
Who fail at takin′ it to rhyme degrees
Man, you know, no wack poems get no play in our homes
You need to not get nappy with me or else we gon' relax your mind
Let your conscious be free

Yo, where my Wall Street niggas, if ya up in the stands? Go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
To my women that′ll throw they hands against they punk ass man, go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed, Brick City, go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab, so I can smoke
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Straight outta Compton
Hardcore motherfucker (ooh)