Shopping Bags (She Got From You) Lyrics
| Song | Shopping Bags (She Got From You) |
| Artist | De La Soul |
| Album | The Grind Date |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : De La Soul, Madlib | |
| (We not goin to JC Penney's, we not goin to Macy's either) [Chorus: Daniel Wallace] | |
| Shopping bags they weigh down her arm | |
| Popping tags and collars her charm | |
| All them things she got, she got from you | |
| All them things she got, she got from you | |
| Manolo and | |
| Prada's her style | |
| Louis, Burberry by the pile | |
| All them things she got, she got from you | |
| All them things she got, she got from you [Posdonus] | |
| Yo she know you come to do it, so what'cha want | |
| Candelight might flick at'cha | |
| Put your credit card to it, she know what to flaunt | |
| Her handle tight like a master | |
| She used to taunt on the runway, yeah she's down to tree | |
| The avenue like her catwalk | |
| Struck a bit to the gunplay, that housing street looks to die for, ask that chalk man for yo' hand | |
| Spend it, you live to show | |
| All the cash that you can burn | |
| What you need is to end it, cause you give the dough | |
| But get no ass back in return {* | |
| HA, HA HA*} | |
| Stay laughin, straight at you dog | |
| Best believe, you wastin time | |
| Don't deny what's happenin, just clear the fog | |
| And achieve you a peace line, yo it goes like [Chorus] - 1/2 [Daniel Wallace] | |
| She got from you, she, sh-she, she got it | |
| She got from you, she, sh-sh, sh-she got it [Dave] | |
| Her frame goes beyond thick, she got you stunned | |
| Livin it up off the pop hits | |
| Like a dame on a | |
| Bond flick, she's not the one | |
| To give it up 'til you cop shit | |
| Just because she's stacked right, she got your soul | |
| Her every wish you now obey | |
| You should be on that actright, but she got control | |
| She say jump you scream, "OKAY! I'M RELOADED!" | |
| Nigga you shootin blanks | |
| Tryin to front like you got game | |
| Her crib is sugar coated, like she lootin banks | |
| But it's your wallet she done claimed | |
| When the limit of your plastic, reaches the end | |
| You start payin for your time | |
| She'll be in it for the last bit, of money to spend {* | |
| HA, HA HA*} | |
| And you'll be left with dimes | |
| While she fillin up [Chorus] [Daniel Wallace] | |
| She got from you, she, sh-she, she got it | |
| She got from you, she, sh-sh, sh-she got it {*ad libs and chickenheads to fade*} |
| zuo ci : De La Soul, Madlib | |
| We not goin to JC Penney' s, we not goin to Macy' s either Chorus: Daniel Wallace | |
| Shopping bags they weigh down her arm | |
| Popping tags and collars her charm | |
| All them things she got, she got from you | |
| All them things she got, she got from you | |
| Manolo and | |
| Prada' s her style | |
| Louis, Burberry by the pile | |
| All them things she got, she got from you | |
| All them things she got, she got from you Posdonus | |
| Yo she know you come to do it, so what' cha want | |
| Candelight might flick at' cha | |
| Put your credit card to it, she know what to flaunt | |
| Her handle tight like a master | |
| She used to taunt on the runway, yeah she' s down to tree | |
| The avenue like her catwalk | |
| Struck a bit to the gunplay, that housing street looks to die for, ask that chalk man for yo' hand | |
| Spend it, you live to show | |
| All the cash that you can burn | |
| What you need is to end it, cause you give the dough | |
| But get no ass back in return | |
| HA, HA HA | |
| Stay laughin, straight at you dog | |
| Best believe, you wastin time | |
| Don' t deny what' s happenin, just clear the fog | |
| And achieve you a peace line, yo it goes like Chorus 1 2 Daniel Wallace | |
| She got from you, she, shshe, she got it | |
| She got from you, she, shsh, shshe got it Dave | |
| Her frame goes beyond thick, she got you stunned | |
| Livin it up off the pop hits | |
| Like a dame on a | |
| Bond flick, she' s not the one | |
| To give it up ' til you cop shit | |
| Just because she' s stacked right, she got your soul | |
| Her every wish you now obey | |
| You should be on that actright, but she got control | |
| She say jump you scream, " OKAY! I' M RELOADED!" | |
| Nigga you shootin blanks | |
| Tryin to front like you got game | |
| Her crib is sugar coated, like she lootin banks | |
| But it' s your wallet she done claimed | |
| When the limit of your plastic, reaches the end | |
| You start payin for your time | |
| She' ll be in it for the last bit, of money to spend | |
| HA, HA HA | |
| And you' ll be left with dimes | |
| While she fillin up Chorus Daniel Wallace | |
| She got from you, she, shshe, she got it | |
| She got from you, she, shsh, shshe got it ad libs and chickenheads to fade |
| zuò cí : De La Soul, Madlib | |
| We not goin to JC Penney' s, we not goin to Macy' s either Chorus: Daniel Wallace | |
| Shopping bags they weigh down her arm | |
| Popping tags and collars her charm | |
| All them things she got, she got from you | |
| All them things she got, she got from you | |
| Manolo and | |
| Prada' s her style | |
| Louis, Burberry by the pile | |
| All them things she got, she got from you | |
| All them things she got, she got from you Posdonus | |
| Yo she know you come to do it, so what' cha want | |
| Candelight might flick at' cha | |
| Put your credit card to it, she know what to flaunt | |
| Her handle tight like a master | |
| She used to taunt on the runway, yeah she' s down to tree | |
| The avenue like her catwalk | |
| Struck a bit to the gunplay, that housing street looks to die for, ask that chalk man for yo' hand | |
| Spend it, you live to show | |
| All the cash that you can burn | |
| What you need is to end it, cause you give the dough | |
| But get no ass back in return | |
| HA, HA HA | |
| Stay laughin, straight at you dog | |
| Best believe, you wastin time | |
| Don' t deny what' s happenin, just clear the fog | |
| And achieve you a peace line, yo it goes like Chorus 1 2 Daniel Wallace | |
| She got from you, she, shshe, she got it | |
| She got from you, she, shsh, shshe got it Dave | |
| Her frame goes beyond thick, she got you stunned | |
| Livin it up off the pop hits | |
| Like a dame on a | |
| Bond flick, she' s not the one | |
| To give it up ' til you cop shit | |
| Just because she' s stacked right, she got your soul | |
| Her every wish you now obey | |
| You should be on that actright, but she got control | |
| She say jump you scream, " OKAY! I' M RELOADED!" | |
| Nigga you shootin blanks | |
| Tryin to front like you got game | |
| Her crib is sugar coated, like she lootin banks | |
| But it' s your wallet she done claimed | |
| When the limit of your plastic, reaches the end | |
| You start payin for your time | |
| She' ll be in it for the last bit, of money to spend | |
| HA, HA HA | |
| And you' ll be left with dimes | |
| While she fillin up Chorus Daniel Wallace | |
| She got from you, she, shshe, she got it | |
| She got from you, she, shsh, shshe got it ad libs and chickenheads to fade |
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