a strobe While you froze panicin' Went from man to maniquin We them peaceful rap stars That can still jab ya in ya face Leave ya shit redder than Mars The sauce
Umm, my throat muscles Are completely shredded You tell no one 'Bout Barney Leaning on you Dirty pictures False faces Bloody wallet Ripped out your
Traduzione: De La Soul. La Salsa.
Oh Oh Uh Uh I turn around again and suddenly your gone I wanna get to know you But I don't know who you are Your the kind of girl who makes me stop and
Quando sentirai il mio nome sulle labbra di qualcuno e nessuno avra chiamato qualcun altro col mio nome e ti chiederai ma quando, quando torna Quando
ain't started gangbangin' because of my favorite color I done flip the whole brick I'm flippin' this cocaine Got socas in line, dancin' like it's Soul
getting chased by those lights Only the light's lime, and my mic's on And my time is none, because I'm writing more I don't hear to meet a soul in this
With a greasy black peel. You're a monster, Mr. Grinch. Your heart's an empty hole. Your brain is full of spiders, You've got garlic in your soul. Mr
beurre, black, blanc, beur, Mon style, fait peur ! Comme ta soeur ! Les filles en sont folles, les DJ en rafollent, Tous attendent l'album d'Alphonse Brown J'ai la soul
dry Hot like a kettle, when the pedal hits the metal Pinocchio you know son is Jepetio, hello Deep fried just like Friday fish A lot a hot sauce, now
honey going buzzin' with those honey bees And banana tree's and fly can of peas And ladies that be lookin' like they vanity Man that cotton candy flow through my soul
m raising my glass in a toast here's to our last drink of fossil fuels let us vow to get off of this sauce shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
boys jump out of their seats I defeat all rumors you hear about female MC's Let my voice embrace your dome, like lyrics entering your soul Like old myths
[Apathy:] Ap ain't merciful Shoot up your convertible Lay your body flat while your soul goes vertical Versatile, impossible to pigeon hole Gettin' doe
I'm a take another puff to my head, and press rewind I wish this car had cruise control, so I could rest my legs I've got this itch to prove my soul,
woke up on the futon And my boots were on fire... Special People Special people all the time Special people on my mind Special people burning' white Special people gettin' all uptight Special people kiss my soul
Special people all the time Special people on my mind Special people burning white Special people gettin' all uptight Special people kiss my soul Special
