My Writes Lyrics - De La Soul

Yo, who hold guns and rock ice bigger than life 

Got bitches throwin' they drawers on stage, that ain't me 

I raise kids, push whips, piss an MC 

Love money like I love my moms 

Love my nigga Com Sense 

When he bang dents all up in they wallets 

Wall to wall bullshit, I got hardwood floors 

Set sail for tour ever since eighty-nine 

So y'all are fuckin' the same hoes who used to be mine 

And I've been waitin' three summers to rhyme alongside my people 

Rico, De La, inject you with the lethal 

Dose of hop hippin' if you thought CaTash was slippin' 

Then put that drink down, you drunk off what you sippin' 

CaTash put the dip in dip dive socialize 

Fuck around with me and next you'll find yo' crib burglarized 

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Yo, you better recognize and try to analyze this 

Hand over fist, how can a man act like a bitch? 

Change and switch, snitch on his crew 

Yo, get rid of the niggaz before the same thing happen to you 

And they'll leave your ass sticky like glue 

Blood leakin' out, girls freakin' out 

Motherfuckin' cops tweakin' out 

Got you on your knees like a freak 

Jugglin' deez nuts smugglin' these cuts from S.C. 

You best believe there's no web or weave a net 

We done swallowed 40 bottles of threat 

Yo, what you know about my writes? 

What you know about what's weak, what's tight? 

And what you know about an off night? 

What you know about niggaz frontin' for the light? 

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And what you know about them gun fights? 

Got a nigga duckin' while them girls show fright 

And what you know about my writes? 

Ah, what you know about my writes? 

Yeah, yeah, look, I'm Samson without Delilah, the soul survivor 

The drunk driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake 

Chop it up with the family, wash it down with alcohol 

My celly's a Desert Eagle for all the fuckin' shots I call 

My niggaz gotta ball, never settle for less 

Heavy metal, heavy on yo' chest like two breasts 

Step into my office 'cause it's time for you to roll somethin' 

One false move, and we gon' beat you like you stole somethin' 

Yo these styles I kick should be called Bic raps 

Drawin' the pussy out the nigga after my prize, 'cause I won it 

They stomach what I throw, they know I'm right for they diet 

They librarian flow keeps the party real quiet 

The love I lost outweighs the rhymes I gain 

But the fact that I spit 'em makes me cherish the name 

So pass the mic so I can put in my share 

I rip it from home to L.A. with connectin' flights to rip it elsewhere 

Drinkin' up Black and Tan in the back of a van 

I learned as a young man, long trip, piss in a can 

Gettin' a house for two grand, now you got your own land 

Let your mind expand, everyday have a plan 

Ro-Gram is rare earth, swingin' Black Tarzan 

You got to live with the cards dealt in yo' hand 

Stay young like Peter Pan, like Sly, take a Stand 

And go, 'Uptown Saturday Night' like Geechie Dan 

I keep it dirty like under the bed 

Dirty like Uncle Red, aiyyo, well hella poo-poo 

Dirty brown Liquid flow thicker than the Yoo-hoo 

Dirt you dishin' out, chef tellin' it all 

Face down in the dirt, doin' my dirty work 

Expert, tryin' to regulate my network 

Head jerk, spice it with rice, stiff with it 

If they ask who cut the grits I'ma say E-Swift did it 

Yo, what you know about my writes? 

What you know about what's weak, what's tight? 

And what you know about an off night? 

What you know about niggaz frontin' for the light? 

And what you know about them gun fights? 

Got a nigga duckin' while them girls show fright 

And what you know about my writes? 

Ah, what you know about my writes? 

And I've been known to get it on, past the break of the dawn 

Tash'll punch you in your grill and leave 'Potholes in Yo' Lawn' 

You makin' diss songs? Spit that rhyme my way 

I can shut y'all niggaz down like the Y-2-K 

I did a tour in ninety-four with De La Soul and Tribe 

We on the same vibe, 'cause real niggaz coincide 

The situation is drastic 

But see songs like these is why this album goin' classic 

This is for the DJ, bring it back one time 

I drop bombs like when my moms told me to rhyme 

I'm old school like my dad is 

So add this, to your collect', Plug Won, who the baddest? 

Aiyyo, we theme park status, upstage these niggaz like Gladys 

Them little Pips, they done tripped the wire 

Blamin' they legs, while I'm claimin' these tunes 

In this we'll stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms 

Yeah, we flat out classic, separate the real from the plastic 

And I ain't gotta say no names 

Play no games, hit the switches, crack the frame 

Show no shame or fuck it all up, take the blame 

Brand name fresh out the box type hustle 

Manpower success is mind over muscle 

Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the loss 

I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss 

Nailed to the cross it's time to return 

My only concern is makin' sure that Hollywood burn 

Hollywood burn, burn to the ground 

Trick-ass niggaz is all up in the game and don't deserve to be down 

Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick back 

De La, Xzibit and Tha Liks came to get that 

And what you know about us droppin' ya 

And leavin' you with half a face like the Phantom of the Opera? 

And what you know about my writes? 

What you know about what's weak, what's tight? 

And what you know about an off night? 

What you know about niggaz frontin' for the light? 

And what you know about them gun fights? 

Got a nigga duckin' while them girls show fright 

And what you know about my writes? 

Ah, what you know about my writes? 

Ah, what you know about my writes? 

Ah, what you know about my writes? 

You got the right to shut the fuck up