Come On Down Lyrics - De La Soul

{Look man! You're botherin' me G 

I got shit to do right now, aight? 

This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'? 

Word up I got shit to do you test tube baby} 

Check one two, check one two 

De La Soul, is now back on the map 

Long Island, is now back on the map 

Good rap music, is now back on the map 

Yo check one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav 

And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin' nowhere 

Old school is here to stay boy 

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On the outskirts, of what works 

Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked 

Live by the sword and die by the semi 

Not part of my ways, but stays right in my 

N Y mentality for me, to be the best 

The current, the ones who weren't 

Pressed, to confess lies over hot joints 

To sell to all who wanna hear some 

(Young Guns these days got fireproof eardrums) 

They don't give a shit who's hot 

Just long as you're not, pussy and be the would-be king 

But once crowned, the same wanna pull you down 

(And what makes the world go 'round) 

And I be the world renowned wonder why 

Wonderin' why you can't stand me? 

Is it because I'm the main Jackson? 

And y'all just Titos and Randys? Yes it is 

Bless the kid who hold his own head and expect to last 

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At the same time, I want respect and cash 

And a few paragraphs in them books 

Tellin' you how us native tongues made hits with no hooks 

Rapped in every prefixes, gave birth to rap remixes back in '88 

No disrespect to Diddy, just settin' it straight 

Instead of zig-zaggin', got a degree in raggin' 

My daughter says I'm a teen, 'cause like a teen 

My pants always saggin' and I walk with a bop 

The sex part of my time, I walked from my pop 

No longer on timey and was never on loud 

But cooked rhymes that make the chefs of Wu proud 

I'm top cloud to rain on your show 

And still anything goes when it comes to hoes because 

Music 

(C'mon) 

New York 

(C'mon) 

Detroit 

(C'mon) 

C'mon down 

Miami 

(C'mon) 

L A 

(C'mon) 

Vegas 

(C'mon) 

C'mon down 

Boston 

(C'mon) 

Tucson 

(C'mon) 

Long Island 

(C'mon) 

C'mon down 

V A 

(C'mon) 

Portland 

(C'mon) 

Chi-town 

(C'mon) 

C'mon down 

Make you shake like, sunshine, naked shoe was once mine 

Had bottom inner drawers and used to hit it from the mids 

Fix your playground player or 

Some kids'll come stomp in your sandbox 

Swollen hands cocked back 

No knives, no drama, no guns 

No disrespectin' your seed of Ma Dukes 

I puke rhyme and you laugh, take a sniff 

Of these fricaseed raps on Carribean riffs 

See last night's change was today's doe money 

No time for your freestyles so roll money 

No more whack albums with two joints 

No more ballplayin' rappers who shoot ya two points 

(No more G, 'cause I'm sick of your hip-hop!) 

Your flows bore like seashores with no bitches 

Switchhittin' niggaz will receive no pitches 

No diamonds on the field, just keep the game real 

Simple, see the God flows healthy 

Wealth in the mind is like money in the bank 

Exchange cash like thoughts in conversation 

Thank you for your purchases, we doe out 

And roll out the Kool-Aid, come and crop to see us pimp strut 

Ain't really pimpin', I'm tryin' to catch the bus 

The Krush Groove ain't got shit on Cold Crush 

We dolly dolly babies 'cause we shootin' cats 

'Back to the future' rap with Doc Brown shotgunnin' it 

And pantyhose your whole style and start runnin' it 

You dudes fiddle while we stay on the cello 

The mush in your room son, we stay portobello 

Can't settle for the same picket white fence 

I got dreams of barbed wire in front of factories pa 

Still push the truck with the factories pa 

I'm bound to wreck the whip and turn insurance out, make 'em shout 

D C 

(C'mon) 

Oakland 

(C'mon) 

U K 

(C'mon) 

C'mon down 

New Orleans 

(C'mon) 

Little Rock 

(C'mon) 

Baltimore 

(C'mon) 

C'mon down 

Memphis 

(C'mon) 

Utah 

(C'mon) 

Jersey 

(C'mon) 

C'mon down 

Atlanta 

(C'mon) 

Brooklyn 

(C'mon) 

Philly 

(C'mon) 

C'mon down 

Yeah that's right! Flava Flav, with De La Soul 

Act bold, and we knock you straight up in the hole 

You know what I'm sayin' six feet deep 

That's the way that we keep, rollin' 

You know what I'm sayin' operation tech sensation in the nation 

Ready to take it to Penn station, you know what I'm sayin' 

Yeah, ah ha ha ha 

Long Island one is, that's where we is man 

De la soul, you done it again 

De la soul, you done it again 

De la soul, you done it again 

Flava Flav, de la soul, you done it again 

{Persue my strategy, when it comes down to my work ethic 

I mean it's simple, just be the best, you know what I'm sayin'? 

To be the best, the first, the only one in the game 

That's is gonna do it for years and years man 

It's like, you know, how you gonna say 

That I went out at the top of the game? 

The top of the game niggas, is the one that's producing 

Through out their career}