De La Soul

(альбом: Public Domain 2: Rise Of The Silver Surfer - 2007)

I'm like Ali, getting stripped of the title
'Cause he wouldn't fight the white man's war
That 'bout a bitch
Boss said, you's a hell of a dude
But it's crazy 'cause you're doing everything except to rap with the wrist
Why don't you focus up, polish your game, do a big Porter cup, when in the booth
And I blew a sig
Came up with the fly shit here
Heard of Public Domain, that was my shit, yeah
Every 10 years, niggas like you pop up
You're a blast from the past
Your music feel good like waking up, scratching your ass
I'mma keep making hits, try'na fatten my stash
On the block rolling dice
Or at my own wedding try'na fuck with the bitches that be throwing the rice
I'm so ahead of my time
I think I'm seven years older than Mike (who Mike?)
(Mike? That's my older brother)
I ain't one of them whack niggas that'll take a lil' day off
Come back, drive by and the wave sound way off
Pack this mix, it's perfect then pay off
God sent me here to make [?]
Spend big money all up and break hoes
Not those broke bitches that want to make love (LOVE!)
[?]
Hundred begets and the hundred thousand dollar cars
And then we gon' ride in the sunset
Play with yo' pussy 'till it get dumb wet
Max, why you stop, I ain't cum yet
Chill babe, light up a blunt, why you beat, I ain't finished having fun yet
Let a lil' Domain bump
[?] two of the trilogy, I can tell when you niggas is feeling me
Niggas start getting they lean on
Getting they fiend on
[?]
And I got a mean arm, pitch it from deep
Silencer, I don't even need a beam on
Puff puff pass, quit getting your steam on
I'm back

This goes out to all of my girls, girls
I'mma take you around the world
This goes out to all of my girls, girls
I'mma lace you up with diamonds and pearls