De La Soul - Set The Mood текст песни

Now check it (sup? )

Let me set the mood here aight? (yeah aight cool)

We gonna, set it off with in-dee-dee, dee-dee-dee, -deed

(yeah thats right) you know

La-la-la-la-ladies first and all that

(thats right ladies first)

So peep it - you see this girl

Who been poppin mad shit about you

So I want you to get into it a little bit

I want you to cru-cru-cru-crush that ? ?

[indeed]

I was sittin on my lunchbreak, grittin my teeth

Its the last day of the week, man what a relief

My arms are sore as hell, I felt rigid and stiff

So I turned around and I rolled this big fat spliff

Thats when I seen her, steppin out a rented yellow beemer

This local ghetto fame rap cat her name was tina

She was braggin she was goin on tour

The same shit she was screamin since the year before

Ever since the de la soul video, she seen me on the tv

Heard that she was holdin a grudge and tryin to see me

Workin underground circuits and mad cyphers of people

When she asked who was ill, all she got was indeed

She wanna battle (what? ) and it wasnt hard to tell

All that I was thinkin bout was tryin to smoke my l

I had four hours left and I was tired as hell

Plus it was 12:55 almost time for the bell

She had an ill screwface mug, frontin like she know joe

Gangsta bitch profile, boppin like allegro

Forty-below timbos, fatigues saggin

Pullin all her money out her pocket while shes braggin

On her gold fronts with her name on it

Her ice finger roll hand g-low while she claim fame on it

I peeped the stee - then I crushed her with ease

Just for interruptin me while I was rollin my trees

Aight? (whoo!)

That shit was bla-bla-bla, bla-blaze! (word)

Now we gon se-se-set, se-set this one up

For my man mercenary (aight aight yo lets do this)

(whassup? ) yo, I dont want you to make it like

A story or nuttin (aight)

I just want-want, want want-want

Want you to come on some straight rhy-rhy-rhyme

Rhy-rhy, rhy-rhme shit - rip a nigga in his ass!

And let him know how we do it, y-y-yknow?

[pos]

Now maseo puff cheeba, while rich sniff lines

David j push the whip while candy cal pull dimes

And me right behind, with the shorty gettin her math

To do the savion routine and just, tap that ass

Still the one who kill wackness, man I left them niggaz crippled

Had em all soft to hard back to soft like a nipple

My +art is official+ while youre art-ificial

Break you down to your very last participle

Let me enlighten you, cause your third eyes on dim

Me gettin taken out is rare like a smile from rakim

See Im remarkable, youre just bull

Last name shit, yall niggaz need to quit

Open your mitt, and catch this

I autograph every word you bit

? ? testify then? ? take your picture

Got an infinity of non-rhymes to hit ya

While your whole clan is blam

Understand that you must be smokin pounds of weed out of a pipe

And mistook your munchies, for bein hungry for the mic

And now you have to deal with these cats whos truly right

Like estates with a pit on the lawn bark at the gates

Put the whole entire plate in your face

Make the point like whos that on that joint? its me

Im in everything you see like ? ? , yo Im in demand

Im in the club man Im in your hand

Bein bought, Im even in the thought from your girl

The only thing youre in is in acting

Your worldll be smashed

Run against the won and youll be last

Like that call for alcohol, depletin your cash

Thats how you supposed to get in somebody ass

Yknowhatmsayin? know-know-know, know-know, know-know dat!

Hahahahahaha

{*ghost weed skit 2 follows*}