Samba Soul Lyrics - Del Tha Funkee Homosapien

It's Del baby back again now 

Shit gone change and it ain't gone change 

Wanna play games that's out of your range 

I got mad brains, I interpret things 

Precisely pick 'em apart, my day start with art 

Foul remarks are met with the tart 

Attitude, that is rude boy, buddy embark on a journey 

Boy, the tumble and dry keep turning 

I be burning the midnight oils 

Computer screens glaze while my ideas coil 

I'm a Leo, I veto my ego 

When I greet all my peoples I see through the evil 

Can't outfox this, I'm cautious with gob stoppers 

Who pop they choppers, uh, uh 

No go, I said so 

You're flaky like the outside bread on an egg roll 

Diesel, the measles, you don't wanna catch those 

Slap foes, dap bros, welcome to the black hole 

Let's all act now unless you cracked out 

My mouth spit math out, hope you don't pass out 

And we can do this with a bit of samba soul 

I want y'all to really get with it, let it hit your in the soul 

Can you dig it, can you dig, can you dig it? Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Out of sight, I knew you could 

So let's roll and get down with this soul 

Diesel neither come back or flow back, know that 

Cut off a limb this shit grow back 

Slip it a kojak, blaze up a drosack 

Just so I can get in the Bo black 

Hoes that's difficult 

Just 'cause they weak inside, like speaking lies 

I'll ignore them, symptom of boredom 

Whores come in dozens, plus they a dime a dozen 

No time for fronting, better find em something 

My motto is don't be saying shit 

You don't be doing and you wont be ruined 

I don't be fooling, I hope these useless gooses stop the foolishness 

They're excuses merely lead to my inclusive 

Clairvoyance about a fear of enjoyment 

Of hoes trying to snare 'em a billionaire boyfriend 

Bitch, your pussy's not gonna hold me 

My mind calisthenics is my whole motif, my flow go deep 

Know those streets from the solo creep 

Know those beats, so don't sleep 

That's how you get taken unaware 

Aching for a share, hating on a playa 

Never wanna look toward, just sit there and look bored 

And got the nerve to be materialistic 

When knowledge ain't nowhere on their wish list 

And then they blow they whole goal 

Don't even recognize inside they own soul 

And then they blow they whole goal 

Don't even recognize inside they own soul 

And we can do this with a bit of samba soul 

I want y'all to really get with it, let it hit your in the soul 

Can you dig it, can you dig, can you dig it? Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Out of sight, I knew you could 

So let's roll and get down with this soul 

D-E-L the man, you know he'll rock it too 

Whenever you hand him a microphone to use 

He is down to business, you know that he don't play 

So just bear witness to that samba soul he display 

And we can do this with a bit of samba soul 

I want y'all to really get with it, let it hit your in the soul 

Can you dig it, can you dig, can you dig it? Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Out of sight, I knew you could 

So let's roll and get down with this soul