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Текст песни Stix stonz от исполнителя De la soul

    Chorus: all

    If you can dig it, deal with it, if you can't, just forget it
    Cause nobody rocks the party like we
    Get loose, get loose, sunshine get loose
    Just rock, and show 'em you got juice
    And have, have, have, have, have, have, have fuuuuuuun!

    Verse 1: la sunshine

    I know it's been a while since the last time
    You're heard la sunshine pick up the microphone and rhyme
    But now I think it's time to go for mine
    So you can sit back, relax, just max and unwind
    Because it's time for me to out a few heads to bed
    Because I'm upset at what somebody said
    I've heard it through the grapevine it's been said
    That sunshine, can't rhyme?
    Ha! that's the funniest line that I heard in a long time
    The wanna be me's that they I sound off beat
    I'm not off beat, I'm totally unique and it sounds real sweet
    So if you're ready, get set for a trip to the sun
    You'll be guided, and I've decided to become
    One to take total control of your soul
    Young or all be bold because it's a sight to behold

    Chorus:

    Sticks and stones might break your bones but pos is gonna blow your mind
    Ain't no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time!

    Verse 2: posdnuos

    Now you can bet that I'm first kick a watt
    Soul son, plug one, posdnuos I'm top notch
    Forward, backstep, got cabbage on the brain
    So I'm leafy, peasy, and I act kind of sane
    So homeboys and girls just come follow me
    I'm the fried pipe piper down with dub and plug three
    I like my mans, freestyle is not my flow
    But I gets mad respect from norfolk to glasgow
    I run this up to court about a minute to the sec
    Cause my hoodie won't clash with whipper whip's mockneck
    So my hip-hop teachers please show me the math
    And after this give me your goddamn autograph

    Chorus:

    Whipper whip, you can make the microphone sing
    Walking around sporting your diamond ring
    All the ladies know you as an mc king
    So get on the mic and tell 'em it ain't no thing

    Verse 3: whipper whip

    Well the prince is my title and, I do what I must do
    When rappers get beside themselves, that's when I bust two
    Or three, see it doesn't matter to me
    Cause the w-h-i-p's got an army
    Whipper whip, the whipster, money gripster
    Can't stand the tipster unless she got the hips to
    Move a mountain, left on kingsly and fountain
    1345 is where I used to count them
    The grips in my bucket's the kind that choke horses
    No more losses and no toy mosses
    It's the kings of kingsly, from bronx to hollywood
    I'm whipper whip, I but the g in good
    Yo I can blow like a whistle, run far beyond average
    Been rapping to the man like randy savage
    You be the judge, come stand as I slam some
    There's open invitation to all and then some

    Chorus:

    Sticks and stones might break your bones but jd dub is gonna blow your mind
    Ain't no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time!

    Verse 4: dove

    I kick the chatanooga choo choo so listen to the calling
    Next stop's the body rock, here's the ticket to my clock
    It's the flips, but keep your jaws on your hips
    >from back in the days I used to air it to the hits
    Earn the dance step and guaranteed to play the wheel to wheel
    And wild style was the real, dig it?
    I block the heckles and hecks and gets nuff respects
    Without the bah diddy bah I couldn't go and cash checks

    Chorus:

    Dj mase, since you got the bass, why don't you hit it, hit it?
    Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!

    The do re, the mi phi, the sol la, the tito
    Rocking it, rocking it, yes he is rocking it
    Tito, rocking it!

    Verse 5: tito

    Smiggity smoking, no joking, turning styles like a token
    No singer, but swinging rap lyric like a ringer
    I'm solo, like bobo, breaking backs like bolo
    No kitten, no hitting booby traps for the sitting
    Ducks should I mention rhyme breezing like benson
    Or hedges, I'm fuming autographs for the human
    Being, I'm g-ing, off like keying
    Or keenan, live ivory, waynan, who's slaying?
    A tv or movie, hit singles often move me
    Like groove me, they got me lingers like a ? ? ?
    No slipping, no tripping on me while I'm ripping
    Slam dunking like a donut on the bulls scottie pippen
    A vocab that's no fad, I'm heftier than glad bags
    My son's about 2, buckaroo and yelling go dad!

    Chorus:

    Sticks and stones might break your bones but superstar's blows your mind
    Ain't no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time!

    Verse 6: superstar

    I get the honor to rap with some old school greats
    Caz, whipper whip, tito, and la
    Maseo, posdnuos, trug, they from the new school
    A perfect blend from the old and new
    Superstar, where did I fit in? how did I get in?
    Where did I begin, sin?
    I'm known from belcourt to freeport, not a west coast or five boroughs
    Yeah, my name's whispered in the ghettos
    When I'm on stage, I write a book, flip a page
    Write a chapter, and leave a hell of a phrase
    Now, before I go, you know that I'm a pro, yo
    You won't forget me, why, because I flow

    Chorus:

    So gmc, ha, gmc, ha ha, gmc ha, gmc, ha ha
    Gmc, ha huh! (yo my throat is sore)
    Yo, get on the mic, stay on the mic (dammit)
    Rock on the mic with your rhymes galore!

    Verse 7: grandmaster caz

    Well I'm a black act back to attack the wack new jack
    Smack the sad sack track with the stack of facts
    True old data, see you later alligator
    Raid or raider darth vader, cause I'm greater or rater
    Made a plate of soul food, barbequed a rude dude with the attitude
    Who got screwed cause he chewed
    But I'm a writer, you can't take a bite of
    So light up your lighter and watch me recite a
    Dope verse or two with the curse or two, yeah rehearse a cue
    But first a few minutes of funk, preferably seven
    Microphones, all I need is one
    Mc's to school, ten or eleven then a bottle of don
    When the job is done, but don't stop me now
    I'm on a roll, control the whole stroll
    And bowl the whole toll, fold the known souls
    Patrol shoot the fruit, toot toot the hoot
    Scoot with the loot and knock a cute suit boots
    Entertain your brain like kane, not strain to maintain my main (shit) stain
    Walls record us, break through the borders
    All the manslaughters and kidnap daughters
    Who are building and chlling in the building with a villian
    I'm killing and illing but still in like bob dylan
    I'm democratic emphatic erratic static I'm good at it
    And suckers get gatted with the automatic
    Rhymes are plenty, styles are many
    Yeah, and that's as real as jimmy sticking jenny
    If anybody knows a trick to slip my wig
    With a lick or real sick with a lyrical brick
    He's a vick bound to get tracked off
    Step to the grandest and you'll get slapped off
    Stage, and thoroughly stomped with the quickness
    Now can I get a witness, cause I'm out

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Другие тексты песен исполнителя De la soul:
Wrms dedication to the bitty
Words from the chief rocker
Wonce again long island
With me
Who do u worship
Whats more
Weed 3 black thought
Weed 2 phife dawg
View
U dont wanna b d s
U can do
Tread water
Transmitting live from mars
Thru ya city
This is a recording for living in a fulltime era
The magic number
The mack daddy on the left
The dawn brings smoke
The bizness
The art of getting jumped
Talkin bout hey love
Take it off
Supa emcees
Sunshine
Stone age
Stix stonz
Stickabush
Stakes is high
Squat
Shwingalokate
Set the mood
Say no go
Ring ring ring
Rap de rap show
Potholes in my lawn
Pony ride
Plug tunin
Pharoahe monch
Pease porridge
Pauls revenge
Patti dooke
Pass the plugs
Oooh
Oodles of os
Not over till the fat lady plays the demo
My writes
My brothers a basehead
Millie pulled a pistol on santa

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