- Votes:
- Composers:
- Vincent Mason
- Kelvin Mercer
- David Jolicoeur
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- leapspandora
- octwoct
- rap
 
- See also:
De La Soul - View lyrics
Yo, we 'bout to get it, get it, get it, get it
 Get it, get it, get on down, down, down, down
 Yo, we 'bout to get it, get it, get it, get it
 Get it, get it, get on down, down, down, down, yo
We run it hot when we over the drums
 To the top 'cause the bottom we're from
 We got the drop on your weekend crew
 'Cause you're full-time talkin' while we peepin' your view
Rahubat, you know my name
 I run my humbleness with fame
 God-body, nuttin' plain
 While you claimin' shepherd that you heard this
You heard this on day first
 Watch my man, he'll make it worse
 Ain't no new click, we still Native
Clothes knit, stitched tight, related
 That's the way we handle it
 Pin us up or mantle it
 We on fire, you candle lit
Daydreamin' on a rack
 Get bought worn and brought back
 We sport rhyme, thought real tight
To gain sizes much bigger
 Life life well, get mail filled with
 Checks from sales we deliver
Spend a little, make a little
 I want it big like white boy wallets
 Credit delivered, Fed-Excellent
 To my dot com, we on the web like Charlotte's
Hornet, back her up, she too much on it
 Your plastic ass'll get swiped
 Past the limit, see you the type to get yo' cosmetics
 Smeared on pillows all night
We run it hot when we over the drums
 To the top 'cause the bottom we're from
 We got the drop on your weekend crew
 'Cause you're full-time talkin' while we peepin' your view
 While we peepin' your view, while we peepin' your view
We got they eyes on lock
 Let them flock to your with while I spit after you
Look ma, I'm still rhymin'
 Baby boy still providin'
 Breakin' bread in four states
 Makin' these struggles get gone
Private eyes, I see y'all spyin'
 You watch while I clockDe La Soul - View - http://motolyrics.com/de-la-soul/view-lyrics.html
 Fertilize my brain data
 Makin' accounts grow green like the front lawns
Yo, I may be old school
 But I'm not no old fool
 Heard out your mouth words flee
 'Bout "These niggaz ain't nice"
You just barbershop talkin'
 While we round the world walkin'
 B, you ain't D.M.C.
 You slip and fall on my ice
No lyin', straight shinin'
 I give you supper from my upper diamond
 You got limbs, so climb in
Yo, soak up what you find in
 We too pure for you to try
 You sniffin' maybes and ifs
 And if "if" was a spliff
 Man we'd all be high, high, high
But it's not, so sober up
 You flashin' out like you paparaz
 You'll need to take a liver shot
 To feel the heat on how we runnin' it, yo
We run it hot when we over the drums
 To the top 'cause the bottom we're from
 We got the drop on your weekend crew
 'Cause you're full-time talkin' while we peepin' your view
We run it hot when we over the drums
 To the top 'cause the bottom we're from
 We got the drop on your weekend crew
 'Cause you're full time talkin' while we, while we
 While we lettin' you know I'm in a
Certified rhyme meadow for days
 If you ask Mercenary 'bout this shit, it pays
 Hitting Willie Mays style out the park
 Mastering in this Art that's Official
Your ears absorb this like tears on a tissue
 'Cause my thoughts are dollar bill crisp
 Distinct like E-Double's lisp
 L.I. alumni, wonder why I got it
Got it? Get a piece
 Got product that you all should own and not lease
 Some say drummers play synonymous with ill
 With wordplay that keep us all paid like a bill
We're the parent company
 You the sub in my D-I-vision
 You don't know how













