Thru Ya City Lyrics - De La Soul

Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh 

Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh, ohh 

we talkin bout 

(D.V. Alias Khrist) 

Hot times, runnin thru ya city 

If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity 

We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city. {*echoes*} 

(Pos) 

I ain't no thug son, my name is Plug Won 

I drop a certified gem, for him and her 

Knockin on your radio, like the Crash Crew 

ask whoever you want - I'm managin the funk on the paper 

Outside of that we pull capers for days 

Ridin throughout the maze of street, while we blaze the beat 

Watchin the sweet things wiggle they butt 

to Plug Three, on the cut, movin on ya what- 

-ever ya got, we gon' get, bringin our point, to ya position 

Rippin stages with my thought coalition 

Carryin on, eradicate all your stress mode 

Just another episode through these area codes 

We bankin on 

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(D.V. Alias Khrist) 

Hot times, runnin thru ya city 

If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity 

We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city. {*echoes*} 

Hmmm. 

(Pos) 

It's the hot-ness, talked about but never seen 

like the Loch-Ness, til ya cop this; drop it inside your vein, 

and like a train, we be runnin throughout your legs and arms 

You're high off our talent and charm 

Check the caliber - this be a smash 

like some food on stage for Gallagher 

Wear ya bib, cause it's messy 

Niggaz schemin on my +Girl+ as if my name was +Jesse+ 

Watch your manners! Now let me pass it off to Dave Banner 

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(Dove) 

Yo, I set travels like Karen LaRue 

Small talkin in the big city, it's all about gettin the coins 

Everywhere I go I touch a tenderloin 

They sportin a dot com Viet marker bomb 

on your metro - MARTA order iron horse 

Yo take the cross and meet a nigga at the butcher 

I'm cuttin your girl - we on a world tour 

Supplyin your bloodstream with nothin but the pure uncut, in ya 

(D.V. Alias Khrist) 

Hot times, runnin thru ya city 

If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity 

We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city. mmmm. 

Freak freak freak freak the funk the funk the funk the funk 

funk freak the freak the freak the freak the freak the freak 

Freak freak the funk freak freak the funk 

(Dove) 

We ain't walkin on a yellow brick road 

These streets stay red and bloody kid 

Study your code, so you can easily pass 

I stash a little love when I'm on the visitation 

If you crossin my lane, nigga do the same 

I guaranteed to run through and prove the game 

ain't bigger than the pieces in it 

You see the pieces in it had me stuck travellin one side of map 

Clappin hands with rap cats who ain't deserve dap 

Long hauls and livin out a suitcase man 

Chickenheads and gangs of fruitcakes man 

Ain't nuttin better than explorin the outskirts 

especially when she ain't got no pantyhose on, and it's on 

(D.V. Alias Khrist) 

Hot times, runnin thru ya city 

If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity 

We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city. {*echoes*} 

Mmmm. 

Hot times, runnin thru ya city 

If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity 

We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city. {*echoes*} 

Mmhmmhmhmmmhmhmmmmm. 

(Pos + Dove going "Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh" every 2 lines) 

Yo - it's like, the Mercenary gettin down 

And we got, Dave Banner gettin down 

And we got, Maseo gettin down 

And of course, my nigga Eno gettin down 

And we got, Jay Dee gettin down (say word y'all) 

And of course, the Slum V gettin down 

And we got my man Khrist gettin down 

And we got, Com Sense gettin down 

And we got, N.D. gettin down 

You know Troy Hightower gettin down 

And we got, C. Smith gettin down 

And my nigga, Dave West gettin down.