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[Featuring De La Soul]
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INTRO
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What's up world?
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Goin' give you a little love right here
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My man DJ Honda blessed us with a joint
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Word up De La up in here ha
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We goin' to spread a little love
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To some folks who up in my hair right now
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Ah'ight? Check it out
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Verse One
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It was a big deal moving my big wheel to L.I.
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Had a back yard tho' shit moved slow
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Caught a cat on the humble wassup wassup kid?
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Ya'll be memorizin' flicks of the wild things we did
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We was brick-ball niggas, six small niggas
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And they knew it, and wasn't no-body runnin' through us
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Steppin' in the backyard parties was a blast
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Fucking up our sneakers on the wet grass
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Remember getting stabbed in ya ass?
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Your Moms sat us all down
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Said we was niggas and clowns but it was just love
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And plus love showed me that she was a diamond
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Findin' out God, took a hit me dead on my heart
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And made the eye water start
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But you was strong, can ya hear me Huggy?
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Keep your mind crystal clear when your thought gets muggy
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We them easy street kids from Mr. Bryant's basement
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Wishin' for the Apollo, tryin' to get dough
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Now my time moves slow, ain't it all full circle?
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A dove cry makes the whole scene turn purple
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Remember that night you had to hide in the freezer?
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For real, see them kids were real, we still ?slear?
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But now we grown niggas, and we handling kids
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We been since day one, and the days ain't over
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Gotta share a back seat, push with the chauffer
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My Pops said he's waiting for your ass in the zone
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So we can fly to the land, and welcome you home
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Rob-O see we good to go, you know the rest...
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Don't stress, love-love baby. Ah'ight?
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Chorus
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If you got time to give, I got time to think
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See, it could all change in one eye blink
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While you in the trouble water I hope ya don't sink
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Don't sink, don't sink, don't sink
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Verse Two
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Check it out
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Some rarely saw the negative cause
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From the depths of one's blurred everything's now
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Cleared by laws
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Mad for mere seconds, in the span of dying
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Trying to tell you don't go, I'm about to blow
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No mo' innocence, it's about the dollars
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And events of fame
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Aren't you? Search your name
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From the group? Search your name
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On the dotted line, back before the rhyme I had reasons
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To punch the kid who tried teasin' during lunch
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It was a matter of pro-mo-ting de-cen-cy
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But the 'de' and the 'cy' fell off, so I sinned
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Again and again, until Jesus came down
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Wait, I'm still sinning! I guess he hasn't reached the ground!
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Thoughts of me, before my voice could
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Even recall, couldn't afford the physical peep
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How then was now, but now is not
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Yo, I'm a minute wiser but it seems, kid
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I got some beef, can't take or shake off the wrong
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Accept my apologies to Bob, pass the horn!
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No need for false alarm
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Word up!
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The Nuyopian charm is for show back again
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It's rememberin' the was that is now gone
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For the access of the now so I can move on
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For the access of the now so I, so I
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Chorus x2
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Outro
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G'night world, g'night world
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De La, yo
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My man DJ Honda is on the beat like this
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Don't sink, don't sink, don't sink, don't sink ya'll
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Just letting ya'll into the fleeing moments
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Of the memories of mine
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And about like this, one time, one time
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Trouble In The Water
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DJ Honda |