[Dove:]
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Aight, back to the "What the [BLEEP]" portion of the tape
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Umm, this song right here we recorded...
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in the middle of "De La is Dead" and "3 Feet High and Rising"
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Think Pos called it "De La Slow"
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Enjoy it, you're only gonna hear it here
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Aight, peace
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["De La Slow":]
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It's in
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This is a "De La Slow," type groove
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Al's on the board
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He's tired as hell
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Prince Paul is out sleep
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But it's still "De La Slow"
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Got a WRMS radio station, that's "De La Slow"
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We got a donut shop, that's "De La Slow"
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We got props, that's "De La Slow"
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And I gotta kick this rhyme, that's "De La Slow"
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Preacherman rocks that nobody can
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So don't get mad if you don't understand
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Tracks hold dirt yet no infections
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Heads won't swell cause we close a flow grip
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Known as the madface through my teens
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Never felt blue so I still wore jeans
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The mighy mic cord plays the Plug One's sword
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Invert if you don't want a hurt from a cut
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There's nowhere to go from the saint to the hoe
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They mighta passed the bread so I have a lot of dough
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So the love is the rule like my man Lenny Kravitz
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But girls wanna play me with the "Oh she gotta have it"
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Naughty nutrition is served like these
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And with the donuts we pass the peas
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Makin much dollars, grippin much jeans
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Keep it undercover like a yellow submarine
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...
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[Dove:]
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Bogus, how bogus can I [farting noise]
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[inserted track ends]
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"What the, what the [BLEEP] was THAT!"
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Yeah [toilet bowl noise]
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Kinda feel, good flushin that old, De La doo doo
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Let's move on to some new {shit}
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What The Fuck #3
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| De La Soul |
