Whoodeeni Lyrics - De La Soul

Your music means everything to you 

Bullet bring the gun, why pull it? 

Shoot words to see who's full of it 

We from the same place, land of the game face 

Plug signs on the jackets 

Give props, yo, like a Prop Joe package 

It's illegal 

How those kids can come from out of the slums and live so regal 

Lose it all on a prayer to the ego 

Before the loss we earn for the cause 

Toast to the life though my liver won't endorse 

Currently in time and my enzymes 

Are in sync to digest the brink of armageddon 

The bedding's over the mattress we lay with the actress 

For social media to swallow us 

Watch them rap peers who don't reply back 

Cause they think we gon' snatch up their Twitter followers 

That's some female type foolery 

And your females like glue to it 

She know it, the scent of a poet 

Police buy restraint to cover all the angles 

A nopera of operations 

See one got all you in your crew all confident with courage 

We'll be there jumping your square record 

You be like "check it, they stretched the shit into rectangles, damn!" 

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Dance, freak, get out your seat 

Show me that you is a real whoodeeni 

Get loose y'all, get up now 

Everybody, everybody get down 

Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni 

Born institutionalized 

My homie from N.O., find his crib with the roof on the side 

FEMA asking for an address, but ain't no mailbox 

Nothing left to do out here but to sell rocks 

Now they got cellphones inside of the cell blocks 

And my cousin on parole cause he sold Glocks 

My cousin is so stuck 

Told you we have more soul than James Brown 

Wearing a gold watch that obviously don't work 

Used to go home and rob niggas for homework 

See if the chrome work 

Might call your girl to see if my phone work 

I'm a hood star and the trophy is a gold vert 

Mouth full of gold teeth 

Niggas might end up obsolete if I'm four deep 

Real nigga for real bed full of new sheets 

Bedroom floor filled up with the loose leafs 

This is a war zone, me and a two-piece 

Put another head on and make it a new piece 

She be like "ooh wee", I be like "ooh wee" 

I love myself so much I'm a groupie 

Everybody know my verses is Pookie 

Had 'em all strung out like it's a drug house 

When I'm in the booth I'm MJ with his tongue out 

When I'm in the booth I'm Kanye with a gun out 

Run in your mom house 

Then I'mma lean sideways and burn out 

All natural, I hope you got the perm out 

I've been straightening that shit 

New niggas came and tried to hate on that shit 

I'mma use it now, I ain't waiting on shit 

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Dance, freak, get out your seat 

Show me that you is a real whoodeeni 

Get loose y'all, get up now 

Everybody, everybody get down 

Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni 

Big drawers, where the big drawers at? 

I got a case of the little head controlling the big head thinking 

Played Honest Abe in the back of a Lincoln 

Chopped down a cherry, American Pie varied 

Next day she was on my Snapchat sexting 

Had her bunny hopping a quick ten seconds 

Dear Lord, forgive a nigga, I've been down with doubt 

Had the frog legs, now I'mma knock this piggie out 

Now Dave like to cuddle, but Dave don't play that 

Like Dave had the ring, listen, Dave ain't say that 

Courtships to door steps to gettin' ass, and if it's one of my broads 

Keep your feet off the grass, size eleven the gas 

Mash that potato till we lay in the grass 

She mellow like it's a picnic 

If she the mermaid, give her the fish stick 

First class flight, shoot her out to the district 

Wait, cancel the stallion, hold your horses 

Kickstart your life and cut your losses 

Look how we did 'em, ma, your boy still got it 

I quit drinking, I quit the narcotics 

Life's a bitch, but she seeing a therapist 

This hip-hop done dilly to cameras, huh 

We got stoops and [?] to sit on 

Bitcoins Vivian Maese to bid on 

But we cautious 

Never undermine the hate and turn the spell on your evil forces 

But this ain't the cha-cha two-step 

Been a rider ever since the Schwinn gooseneck 

The buck stops here, there ain't no who's next 

Dance, freak, get out your seat 

Show me that you is a real whoodeeni 

Get loose y'all, get up now 

Everybody, everybody get down 

Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni