Oooh! de De La Soul

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Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin your bluff
And when it comes to (Brick City)

Yo, don't scandalize mine
I spent too much time
Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk
Never fetchin for crime, halt! Who goes there?

Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin Smokey the Bear
Shinin black like Darth Vader caps, they on stare

While we rockin it, I'll rock in it (rock in it)
Like the little ball inside the spray can
Providing three coats for both child, woman and man

Chorus One: Redman

God bless the God, lay these Streets Wall to Wall
It go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry click
It went - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

It ain't my fault your ass is on the ashphalt
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
I'm iced out like a glass of tea
Better yet, oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to me
Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D
Why try? Maseo be gettin high since Luke was Luke Skywalk'
Man, my topic of talk is sheddin shame all over your game
Like them shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin is the past drug
A life filled with (*TWEET*) that's what thugs love
Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choice
while it muffles your voice

Now when I'm swimmin through the joint, I put the funk on hold
Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up
We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss
Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss

Most crews are post-current while we're forever
Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from the you-and-I-versity
of hard-hitters, for real

Chorus Two: Redman

I got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine
And get - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, if you a fat chick gettin your fuck on tonight
Then go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin our sound
Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, and to my broke niggaz on the corner holdin me down
Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong
I had plans to buy more land, plant corn
Bust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks
Set backs is gonna get my ass to be hostile
Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat
Big money's make the big decisions
Keep hip-hop alive, it's just an intermission
Back to the second half of the feature flick
Dick stacks and fuck rap

I had a name for makin paper since paper mache
Now my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play
While you broke niggaz reach drunk much quicker
You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor
Went from God to God damn

Damn God, you're killin it
Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it
Rap cats talk with no will in it

Soundin like they virtual
This joint'll hurt you, yo

Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed
(shhh shhh shh, shhhhh) They did a job
Took all my goodies out from under the tree, except the CD's
of shiny-suit rappers and flossin emcees
who fail at takin it to rhyme degrees

Man, you know no wack poems get no play in our homes
You need to not get nappy with me
Or else we gon' "relax your mind, let your conscious be free"

Chorus Three: Redman

Yo, where my Wall Street niggaz, if ya up in the stands
Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk-ass man
Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed
Brick City go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke
- oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

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Gente fiestera, vuestros sueños se han hecho realidad
Levanta el culo, y a disfrutar
Así es, somos más que rudos, te estamos poniendo a prueba
Y cuando se trata de (Brick City)

Oye, no me escandalices
He pasado demasiado tiempo
Hablando claro para dibujar mi camino
Nunca ando buscando problemas, ¡alto! Quién va ahí?

Oye, soy el apretón de cinco dedos, fumando como Smokey the Bear
Brillando de negro como las gorras de Darth Vader, todos miran

Mientras lo hacemos, lo hago (lo hago)
Como la bolita dentro del spray
Proporcionando tres capas para niño, mujer y hombre

Coro Uno: Redman

Dios bendiga a Dios, cubriendo estas calles muro a muro
Va - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Oye, te dispararon como en una película por esa pandilla rival
Fue - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

No es culpa mía que tu trasero esté en el asfalto
Tu barbilla tocada por mi gente que pensó que traías problemas, ya ves
Estoy helado como un vaso de té
Mejor aún, como galletas de avena; ¡ustedes son novatos para mí!
Deslizándome hacia arriba y hacia abajo en la cancha, pero no creo que puedas defenderme
Por qué intentarlo? Maseo se ha estado subiendo desde que Luke era Luke Skywalker
Amigo mío, mi tema es derramar vergüenza sobre tu juego
Como esos chicos que dicen que el amor afrocentrado es una droga pasada
Una vida llena de (*TWEET*) eso es lo que aman los matones
Te atrapan rápido y envuelven ese trasero en la alfombra que elijas
mientras ahoga tu voz

Ahora cuando estoy nadando por el lugar, pongo el funk en espera
Porque si no lo haces verás burbujas salir
Acumulamos cuenta y añadimos gustosamente un extra para ella
Caras llamativas con labios grandes para ese trasero a besar

La mayoría de los grupos están en el presente mientras nosotros estamos por siempre
Ritmos directos contagiosos que ama toda edad
Graduados de la universidad tú-y-yo
de verdaderos golpeadores

Coro Dos: Redman

Tengo amigos en las calles que harán estallar tu trasero por brillar
Y va - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Oye, si eres una chica rellenita disfrutando esta noche 
Entonces ve - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Oye, pon tus manos opuestas al suelo si amas nuestro sonido
Ve - oooh, oooh, oooh,o ooo!
Oye,y a mis amigos quebrados en la esquina apoyándome  Go -oo,h,o,h,o!b>bse llengan un hueco alto b!!​ puede parlament,májo a// queued time http o /ppa/./recording..
Yo juro que Tommy se lo va a llevar mal.