Blowing Down Lyrics - Singles - Digable Planets

We always roll down, no doubt 

At the funky side of ten spots 

Dash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out 

Pretenders bent out and ready to do my splendor 

Move, move the smoke groover, dudes from the zoo 

That play the mic like, wow 

Walk with a cane, talk where the slang 

Develop on crooklyn blocks which I walk 

But our radius is the whole universe 

Kiss yourself goodbye 'cause Amu know you no plush 

Cheese dime, let me try her, gold smile 

Fro in the pile, beep beeped my sun visor 

She filled with sun visor, stat in the third 

Love, love, everyday, that's my word 

When I see your crew, I say that's them herbs 

So blau, blaum, blaw black and it just don't stop 

Fresh, lush black, slick 

Right off the block, fat 

No doubt we turns it out 

'Cause we 

Keep black movement and castle keep rockin' 

Plus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spots 

Play in the corners and maybe even boogie 

Till the sun come up or a gun come up 

Shootin' at the breeze the local emcees 

Stylin' wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in here 

'Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain't playin' 

Blowin' out, blowin' out 

Black on time been still layin' like I said 

Under the screen, be a eight wonder 

So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist 

Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue 

Corner flyin' it into a forty, twenty 

Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit 

Next, I'm hittin', so I can step sooner 

On the nova, so no water goes south 

So see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a flesh vendor 

Mecca got soul livin' so, livin' so 

Shot open on my left just in time 

No we finger pops it to a liter, whet it?s cool 

In a sense we smoother than oils contents 

Loyal to the kick drum like flavor 

Bounce, bounce, ease back when we do it fluid 

Yes, nickel type fresh 

Blowin' out, blowin' out 

We always blow out, without a doubt, without a doubt 

For the funky side of town, no doubt 

Yes, yes, y'all, yes, yes, y'all 

We always blow out, check it out 

For the funky side of town, no doubt, word 

We gets liver than any eighty fiver 

And the funk pots thicker out here in our Brooklyn 

Every crews badder, we choose to rack fatter 

'Cause I stimulate life and matter 

When I spread my wings, I dos my thing 

'Cause doodle big wants to live like a Zulu king 

So I swing with my crew to where the beats be fat 

Swoon units by the pound and they natural black 

Without a doubt, this is the place to be 

I see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren G 

I sinks into the mode of the cool out breeze 

You know, the cool breeze rocks the beats wit ease 

So nigga, please, full of the dread poetic 

The sun moon sect in the house made to set it 

With the peace signs, fat rhymes, the planet fix 

Add butter to the mec then jet to eighty six 

Blowin' out, blowin' out 

You better blow that shit out