Traduzione: De La Soul. Proprio Havin A Ball.
De La family You know how we do Just havin a ball, I just like talkin I don't really talk too much, I'm just havin a ball Yeah Shout out to A Tribe Called
water, down to slaughter opposers Just another lost soul, stuck, callin Jehovah Outlaw 'til it's over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk
by I'm never slippin' to be a victim of a drive-by But it's still kind of crazy If I spend two seconds with a girl, she's claimin' she's havin' a baby
[Chorus] A man would die a thousand times Before he reach one with soul The one he beathes will be his last breath Or does any one ever known He died
knew about it as a child I stood proud have you ever seen a ghetto smile? I'm at the junior high actin bad at the dance The slow jam got me with a woody
you in reverse and suck you in a brown hole Suck the power out of your soul You're nothin' but a coward in the cold freezer with a hour to go Watching
back in the sunroom froze, put your flick on pause (and pop a cork) There's no occasion nigga it's just because I'm celebratin for a hell of a day Get
know you got me on the edge of happiness and despair Doesn't matter if I slip cause I know you're there To catch my fall, all in all I'm havin a ball
with, no weed to smoke Hard times got me whinin, conversation and kickin' it Hooked up with a little Cryst' now I'm back on my pimpin' Thinkin' up a fuckin
much we can do Leave a message for those who call We're out havin' us a ball We're not here for a long time We're here for a good time
thinkin I'm addicted But to which one honey bun wanna get done Layin in the sun sippin rum havin fun Come one, come all, we can all have a ball When it
fusin and the devils just havin a ball And the line between evil and good disapear and now its so hard to tell am I shakin a demon thats after my soul
what a fuck up (fuck) On the block hollering at bitches like 'fuck you, you stuck up' But what could a shorty see in a jerk, a man when she leave? A man
word is bond) This is a modern type of style, look at what I did A devil still can't build a pyramid I dug a tunnel to Asia, wrote a speech with a laser
them faggots on the other side don't know Starang Sacrifice myself just to win the whole game Sack ya ass, dance like I'm on Soul Train I'm just hype,
And playa Stevie D is here to contribute A bootch to the move on behalf of them dead troops What was once a Crestside picnic is lookin' like a playa's ball
