I.c. Y'all Lyrics - De La Soul

Yeah! 

(Busta Rhymes) 

Ha ha ha-hah ha-hah ha, ha-hah ha-hah ha 

Ha ha Flipmode y'all, whatchu talkin bout? 

De La y'all, whatchu talkin bout? 

Whatchu talkin bout? 

(Dove) 

Yo, you gettin stomped by the marching band 

Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot) 

It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh!) 

Ace ban rap, the place the wasteland 

Bit y'all in my mouth, but you taste bland 

I feel fake niggaz and mince these snake niggaz 

that hiss but won't bite - false alarm 

And if it don't +Rockwild+ we fin' to drop a bomb 

(Word up) +Strong+ grip on a mic like we +Stretch Arm+ 

I BEEN shine, you been warned and been torn 

Get smacked for the B.S. you been on 

Storm bad weather/whether or not you stay scorned 

For ten years I've baked shit like hot potato 

Rhymes still drippin like stu-b's, you groupies 

need to show I.D. before the bust down 

Touched down the God put 7 to your Zippo 

and drop it on you heavy like a hippo 

(Now you heard that?) 

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Chorus: Busta Rhymes 

To all my dogs all the way in the back, ready to black 

I.C. Y'all (see y'all) I.C. Y'all 

Ladies get down shake yo' ASS around, I hope you know that 

I.C. Y'all (see y'all) I.C. Y'all 

To all my soldiers on the corner I.C. Y'all (see y'all) 

Women doin what they wanna I.C. Y'all 

To them people gettin pulled over I.C. Y'all (see y'all) 

I.C. Y'all (see y'all) wouldn't wanna be y'all 

(Pos) 

It's the one and only effect, that you catch from a cassette 

Straight wig out the world and girls we straight dig out ya back 

with letters spellin out my name 

All over your marquee, cause the spark is me 

Currently we can be seen across your screen 

Stayin wide-eyed cause you niggaz tryin to scheme 

Welcome to the spot - I'm slaying with it 

Chop it up and fit it inside your quart of rice 

You speak ghetto falsetto on the mic device 

Tryin to give me third degree, you just a third of me 

Couldn't be the shit if you were a turd of me 

A man tight with my funds, crush like Ricky D 

who quoted Vance Wright - no one can serve us! 

My squad advance heights quite superb 

Just kick off your shoes - jump on the jock 

It's been a long time comin this you NEED to cop! 

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Chorus 

(Busta Rhymes) 

It goes one (one) two (two) three (three) four (four) 

Bounce so much I ricochet up off the floor (floor) 

So raw shit the most raw you ever saw 

Quarter after four, niggaz quick to bust the back door 

Baby - open your blouse while I joust another nigga's spouse 

Quick Jamaican dick style all in they house 

I practice to be the all access, you see the fact is 

my mouth dirty, so follow while I display the slackness 

Yo, you see my slang talk straight from the slums 

When I was young, moms put soap on my tongue, and yo-yo 

Forever we gettin this CHEDDAR with the quickness 

While I cast the spell on these bitches, you can be my eyewitness 

Short fuse, nowadays Langston Hughes 

We gettin money with whoever - even the Jews 

The way we finagle and gain it must be all in my shoes 

Fuck a nigga up with De La like (?) can amuse 

Chorus