Afro Connections At A Hi 5 Lyrics - Singles - De La Soul

POS: This is dedicated to all those hardcore acts. 

DOVE: Yeah, you know them brothers that we used to 

look up to, that fell the fuck off. 

MASE: And now they doing all that R'n'B sh.(crocker!) 

DOVE: You mean Rhthym and Blues? 

DE LA SOUL: No! Rappin' Bullsh... 

DOVE: 

Connection A, click, what? 

My dick, chick 

I smack a fish if you thinks 

My connection ain't thick, dick 

Headed like a punk whip 

I travel miles with a rhythmic lip 

I rock an Afro 

In '83, gee, yo 

And spray the sheen so I get a Soul Glow 

I play the corner tough 

And me and Mase pull puffs on a blunt 

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MASE: 

Givin' high-five is what I want 

So I puff a blunt, I don't front 

I get spliffed, get a stiff 

Then I go hump a stunt 

Like a pimp pro 

(Nah, man, a super ho) 

That's cool 'cause I'm still an Afro bro 

Yeah, I'm live for my life is hectic 

Every hour, every minute, every second 

I keep a level head and stay down to earth 

'Cause I've been an Afro since birth 

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POS: 

Yeah 

Now I hold my crotch 'cause I'm top-notch 

I run amok Sasquatch, and I like to eat live crab 

I've got five beepers, you scab 

But you can find me directly on the Ave 

(You niggas cheat me, well who's that!) 

My breath never smells wack 

I eat the watermelon Tic-Tac 

Before I kiss myself I always jump back 

(Yo, gee, this track is stack) 

(And you know that) 

I do three flips 

When a punk flip on my duke lifts 

But I flex more strength when I'm asleep 

On the other side with his main tapes 

Make her dry her face, buy her gold earlocks 

But I may, she flocks round me like a donut 

She got sprinkles but I bite my way out 

More brothers come about, try to scheme slick 

But the Native Tongue's thick 

Lick 'em real good, like a real hood should 

But the fly tape let the car speakers shake 

I ran a cop down, I smile a frown with a but 

Show gold teeth, 'cause I ain't a vegetarian 

Not scared of beef, sport a feather like Chief 

Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads 

'Cause I'm big-willed, blow off like a seal 

'Cause connection with the Afro is real 

DOVE: 

I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss 

Because it's tough to bluff a cab 

No wonder Melle Mel is 'Rrrr-RAH!' 

I play of tape of the son of La-di-da 

My cousin Rilo sells blow, a G a day 

Keeps his kids hooray, a size nine and half 

I kicks my tricks, is to live for Island 

I mug a mug vic, but I's cool, I self 

With the quickness I bust the true slang 

Show no pit to those who don't understand 

MASE: 

The Maseo got tailed with the big bail 

I busted loose but now the blue goose is on my tail 

I seen the ghetto go lower than it is 

(He don't care, 'cause his nigga's selling crack to the kids) 

My jeans are brand new, with twelve more 

In the closet with my silk, and below 

My 45 pack thick, draw quick 

If a nigga starts some shibidibidit 

My crib is uptown, downtown, L.I. 

And another crib in Queens 

I munch some cornbread, Boar's Head 

My favorite porck chops and 

A plate of collar greens 

I chill with Shymel, Akeem, Jaheed 

And the Rastafarians'll be the crown in 

And the Poppa 

But the connections are still a high-five 

(Let's get busy)