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De La Soul - Voodoo Circus lyrics
[Dave]
 Kick up the dust like "Another One Bites the"
 It ain't the Queen version, see you heard 'em back on Bentley Road
 with the show council - whattup Divine - the bell rang
 It ain't no champagne fall, we dump the taste through the crack
 for the folks under the floor, on tour {*beatboxing*}
 Ever since I was a "Fat" bastard
 But now I travel a little light in my skin
 It ain't all that cute, I still tuck a little in
 Like {?} body sting 'em Ray sting 'em, Ray sting 'em ("Sting 'em Ray!")
 I blind box, niggaz hit 'em when I hear 'em
 It stays six here to bake you rap crumbcakes
 So scrumptious with cholesterol
 Lube out your squeak, your selection is weak
 This combination is like Halle and Beyonce (BAD!)
 But smooth like Ponce DeLeon
 Explorin this Dave West bounce that we on
 On on on on on on on...
("Here's a very curious thing, a verse that'll fit any song")
 [Pos]
 We all do what we gotta do
 When no love in the heart of a city
 No love in the heart of a crew, so most break up
 Others stay together, cause there's not enough money to leave
 They tryin to get the cake up, frost it out a little
 in eight days and wake up, exercise demons
 Leave you in a state screamin, "Come back De La, come back~!"
 Sorta how Prince did to Nikki
 No need for that, here to give it to you quickly
 Cause some of y'all lookin kinda sickly
 Eatin that bullshit rap (word) split ya asshole
 then let all the whack shit fall out
 Then come grab another pouch and sprinkle us in (sprinkle it)
 Until you stay twinklin, roll your ass up
 No I won't pass up a toke, for all the shit De La wrote
 So smell us all on your clothesDe La Soul - Voodoo Circus - http://motolyrics.com/de-la-soul/voodoo-circus-lyrics.html
 Try to wash us out, we ain't comin out, that's how it goes
 Winner of the pro see- FUCK ALL AWARDS ("Fuck all y'all!")
 [Dave]
 Yeah, and wipe your face pa
 Your bone swat on speak tongues that ain't near ya
 I knew Cayman since we met on the Island
 Kodak kid (CLICK) kept it all candid
 An apple a day, we have FUN dip
 I knew one dip, after school special delivery
 She kept up on asses like Nancy Drew
 We did a dance or two, until my girlfriend showed up
 [Bitchy Girl]
 (Nigga I know you ain't disrespectin me who is this bitch?)
 (Why is this bitch all in your face? Why is this bitch ALL, IN, YOUR, FACE)
 (Yeah whatever nigga just dancin, I am not the numerical uno)
 (So you got one night out and wanna act like a little monkey?)
 (I know IT'S HARD OUT HERE FOR A CHIMP~!)
 [Pos]
 Can I get a Soul Clap?
 It's the summertime 1969 nigga, born durin the Woodstock
 Many men do wish they could rock
 But all they do is inject the value of shock
 But KABOOM, I blow up the spot, the scene
 The little ones, the teens, them elders, the peers
 They don't run in fear, they gravitate
 to the way I navigate know-how inside your ear
 (Never) fabricate vo-cals inside your ear
 And let's make it clear, I'm Plug ("one for the trouble")
 Wonder Why ("for the time")
 Workmatic, pullin them dimes
 who like to get on their knees and {*WHISTLE BLOWS*}
 and {*WHISTLE BLOWS*} and {*WHISTLE BLOWS*} and {*WHISTLE BLOWS*}
 and {*WHISTLE BLOWS*} and {*WHISTLE BLOWS*} and {*WHISTLE BLOWS*}
 SHA-NA-NAHHHH!









