Oooh! Lyrics - De La Soul

Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled 

Get your ass up and let's get ill, that's right y'all 

We more than rough, we callin' your bluff 

And when it comes to rhymes 

(Brick city) 

Yo, don't scandalize mine 

I spent too much time 

Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk 

Never fetchin' for crime, halt, who goes there? 

Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers 

Puffin' Smokey the bear 

Shinin' black like Darth Vader caps 

They on stare 

While we rockin' it, I'll rock in it 

(Rock in it) 

Like the little ball inside the spray can 

Providing three coats 

For both child, woman and man 

God bless the God, lay these streets wall to wall 

It go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh 

Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry click 

It went, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh 

It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt 

Got your chin touched by my fam 

Who thought you brought harm, you see 

I'm iced out like a glass of tea 

Better yet, oatmeal cookies 

Y'all just rookies to me 

Slidin' up and down the court 

But I don't think you can D 

Why try? Maseo be gettin' high 

Since Luke was Luke Skywalk 

Man, my topic of talk is sheddin' shame 

All over your game like them shorties who claim 

That Afrocentric lovin' is the past drug 

A life filled with (unverified) that's what thugs love 

Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choice 

While it muffles your voice 

Now when I'm swimmin' through the joint, I put the funk on hold 

'Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up 

We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss 

Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss 

Most crews are post current while we're forever 

Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages 

Graduated from the you and I versity 

Of hard hitters, for real 

I got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine 

And get, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh 

Yo, if you a fat chick gettin' your fuck on tonight 

Then go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh 

Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin' our sound 

Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh 

Yo and to my broke niggaz on the corner holdin' me down 

Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh 

Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong 

I had plans to buy more land, plant corn 

Bust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks 

Set backs is gonna get my ass to be hostile 

Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat 

Big moneys make the big decisions 

Keep hip hop alive, it's just an intermission 

Back to the second half of the feature flick 

Dick stacks and fuck rap 

I had a name for makin' paper since paper mache 

Now, my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play 

While you broke niggaz reach drunk much quicker 

You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor 

Went from God to God damn 

Damn God, you're killin' it 

Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it 

Rap cats talk with no will in it 

Soundin' like they virtual, this joint'll hurt you, yo 

Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed 

(Shh, shh, shh, shh) 

They did a job 

Took all my goodies out from under the tree 

Except the CD's 

Of shiny suit rappers and flossin' M C's 

Who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees 

Man, you know, no wack poems get no play in our homes 

You need to not get nappy with me 

Or else we gon' relax your mind 

Let your conscious be free 

Yo, where my Wall Street niggaz, if ya up in the stands 

Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh 

To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk ass man 

Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh 

Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed 

Brick city, go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh 

Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke 

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh 

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