Area Songtext
von De La Soul

Just another area
For me to patrol
Just another area
That shows I got soul
Just another area
For me to patrol
Just another area
That shows I got soul


I got soul you see, I′m swimming in the De La
I'm in my hood man, my manhood worries ya
I′m known for sampling of soul food
Off the old school plates
When I met up with my niggas from the 7-1-8
One the Jungle Bro, the other Questas from Queens
Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my genes
So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call
For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804
(You're runnin′ on an empty tank)
But still get paid in full (And get the girls)
Man, I′m packing gravitational pull
Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes
I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen
(What?)

Well, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard
Man, who′s ringing up my area (ooh) oh!
I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone
Like the 7-1-8′s out of Vietnam
Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged
(Man, I knew a psycho)
7-0-3′s on my love bug
I made mates with the brothers up in 2-1-5
Crazy buddhas in my mind
My Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp
And my 2-0-2 keeps me marvelous
I guess Mars was my hideaway
But if the stars for a getaway


Since I'm capable I conjure up the walkin' this way
I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé
I be the 919 seeker, cause ain′t off legit
So when I′m with my crew I always have a place to sit
Due to this, a brother tries to play me
(Yeah, like one in 5-1-4)
Yo, some kid tried to flip on me
They instigated a brawl
(So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)
Then I just laughed
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha)
(We whooped that ass)
And put the feelings aside, I know who I am
I cashed the grain by the pound
I make sounds with the horn
When I color the corn, caught the fit
And sit the two when honey slung the tip

Well I'm taking my funds to the 3-0-1′s
And Im playing my flute in the rear kibbut
My man from the 9-0-8, he don't like it like that
So I pipes till the sunshine hikes
A kettle of our master plan makes the Malibu idol
(God forgive me) Well, it′s a hook
The third to the 0 to the 5 had top feel the vibe
When the 5-1-6 played convicts

The man Maseo is here to put the habit along
And what you have, I'm ′bout to speak about your area code
Is it 9-0-8? (No)
Is it 2-1-2? (No)
Speakin' on 4-0-4? (Hell no)
What about 5-1-6? (I dunno)
What is it? (Not tellin' ya)
What is it? (Not tellin′ ya)
What is it? (Not tellin′ ya)
What is it? (Not tellin' ya)
(Huh? What?)

Just another area for me to patrol
I got status cause I′m baddest with the paint
Giving upside down frowns to London when 7-0-3
Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be
For the fact I lays bricks
Cause my semen ends with the letter T
My seed is hard to submerge
I play the tack in the wall if my rear′s not watched
Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge
But I got Prince Paul in the Area
(Oh, it's like that now)
I got Hot Dog in the Area
(Heh heh heh)
I got the Violators in the area (Aaah)
I got the Violators in the area (Aaah)
It don′t matter where you hide, I clear up the fall
Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud
Clear my area

(I'm going home now, I have been up all night.)
(I been up all night, it's still Friday to me.)
(Come on now. Hey, Ellory, I′m going home!)
(Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)