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De La Soul

Genres: Hip-Hop

Snoopies Lyrics - De La Soul

In a hundred years from now 

We will not recognize this place 

The dollar store is filled with love 

The parking lot is full of grace 

Now, judges put their snoopies on 

With glorious and true restraint 

A child is gonna rule them all 

Said the prophets of the human race 

 

Hey now, can you picture yourself 

Hey now, in the physical sense 

Hey now, a subcutaneous thing 

Hey now, like a mother and father 

 

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Pan Am trips, circa 76, the Ritz 

Papa hit the belt, to pick up at the JFK 

I judge nothing, I let her know, AFK 

I'm off the front porch and the front screen 

Two shocks on my back, the wise look mean 

They told me slow down, baby, but I'm a lummox 

The 8-ball said, Dave, you in the wrong lot 

Move like sloth, cut cloth with new scissors 

You thinking too big, I call Nell Carter 

Somebody give me a break, cut ya toe up 

You put both hands up, I put four up 

Can't teach a fast dog how to stand still 

Mano e mano it's the hand to hand still 

Somebody give me a break, the clutch went out 

Tags slap hands, I'm about to man out 

Can't teach 'em at the morgue how to stand still 

See y'all tomorrow for the man to man 

Ma-ma-ma-man to man 

 

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Now that was all so long ago 

See the babies, they are running wild 

If you get too close, they run away 

So tonight we better stay inside 

So whenever things don't go my way 

I simply put my snoopies on 

I'll share them with you, I don't mind 

Let me be your microphone 

 

Hey now, can you picture yourself 

Hey now, in the physical sense 

Hey now, a subcutaneous thing 

Hey now, like a mama and papa 

 

Will I ever get tired of this 

Will I ever get turned around 

Will I ever get over you 

Give me a break now, the clutch went out 

Will I ever go back again 

Will I ever get used to me 

Will I ever be smart enough 

How do I know if I'm totally clean? 

 

It's the elastic youth, coming to size up your plastic troop 

Keep a pot of caution, boil it in the hot 

I wonder why, so why not 

Move like a used car and you get used up wherever you are 

So they say me and my crew get it new all day 

Couple of shots of calamity 

But don't mess with the gram to be sniffed 

Too messy for the ego, when you come crashing 

There ain't no airbag to dash in and catch ya 

She goes down and I look down 

She looks up, I don't know what to say 

Yo, do that shit, yo, do that shit 

But she already done done it anyway 

But yo, do understand under the man 

Lies another line set of value, open a shape 

So when I'm speeding too fast, it don't match the brake 

(Car braking hard) 

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