Oooh lyrics

Artist  : De La Soul 
Song : Oooh



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[Redman] *
Party people, your dreams have now
been fulfilled
Get your ass up, and let's get
ill
That's right y'all, we more than rough, we
callin your bluff
And when it comes to
rhymes... (Brick City)

[Pos]
Yo, don't
scandalize mine
I spent too much
time
Straight talk with the catch to etch my
line walk
Never fetchin for crime, halt! Who
goes there?

[Dove]
Yo, it's the squeeze
of five fingers, puffin Smokey the Bear
Shinin
black like Darth Vader caps, they on
stare

[Pos]
While we rockin it, I'll
rock in it (rock in it)
Like the little ball
inside the spray can
Providing three coats for
both child, woman and man

Chorus One:
Redman

God bless the God, lay these
Streets Wall to Wall
It go - oooh, oooh, oooh,
oooh!
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that
rivalry click
It went - oooh, oooh, oooh,
oooh!

[Pos]
It ain't my fault your ass
is on the ashphalt
Got your chin touched by my
fam who though you brought harm, you see
I'm
iced out like a glass of tea
Better yet,
oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to
me
Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't
think you can D
Why try? Maseo be gettin high
since Luke was Luke Skywalk'
Man, my topic of
talk is sheddin shame all over your game
Like
them shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin is
the past drug
A life filled with (*TWEET*)
that's what thugs love
Snatch you fast, wrap
that ass in the rug of your choice
while it
muffles your voice

[Dove]
Now when I'm
swimmin through the joint, I put the funk on
hold
Cause if you don't, you'll see the
bubbles come up
We run up a tab and gladly add
a little extra for miss
Flashy faces with
bigger lips for that ass to
kiss

[Pos]
Most crews are post-current
while we're forever
Direct beats that's
contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from
the you-and-I-versity
of hard-hitters, for
real

Chorus Two: Redman

I got
niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for
the shine
And get - oooh, oooh, oooh,
oooh!
Yo, if you a fat chick gettin your fuck
on tonight
Then go - oooh, oooh, oooh,
oooh!
Yo, put your hands opposite to the
ground if you're lovin our sound
Go - oooh,
oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, and to my broke niggaz
on the corner holdin me down
Go - oooh, oooh,
oooh, oooh!

[Dove]
Yo, I swear Tommy
gonna get it, he done did me wrong
I had plans
to buy more land, plant corn
Bust kernels on
heat, work hard like wetbacks
Set backs is
gonna get my ass to be hostile
Rockwilder the
beat, top dollar defeat
Big money's make the
big decisions
Keep hip-hop alive, it's just an
intermission
Back to the second half of the
feature flick
Dick stacks and fuck
rap

[Pos]
I had a name for makin paper
since paper mache
Now my dollar coins join
pounds of yen for play
While you broke niggaz
reach drunk much quicker
You don't make enough
bread to soak up all your liquor
Went from God
to God damn

[Redman]
Damn God, you're
killin it
Should incorporate it, invest half a
mil' in it
Rap cats talk with no will in
it

[Pos]
Soundin like they
virtual
This joint'll hurt you,
yo

[Dove]
Twas the night before
Christmas and my crib got robbed
(shhh shhh
shh, shhhhh) They did a job
Took all my
goodies out from under the tree, except the
CD's
of shiny-suit rappers and flossin
emcees
who fail at takin it to rhyme
degrees

[Pos]
Man, you know no wack
poems get no play in our homes
You need to not
get nappy with me
Or else we gon' "relax your
mind, let your conscious be free"

Chorus
Three: Redman

Yo, where my Wall Street
niggaz, if ya up in the stands
Go - oooh,
oooh, oooh, oooh!
To my women that'll throw
they hands against they punk-ass man
Go -
oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, if you never been
shot or stabbed
Brick City go - oooh, oooh,
oooh, oooh!
Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to
the lab so I can smoke
- oooh, oooh, oooh,
oooh!