Blowing Down Lyrics
| Song | Blowing Down |
| Artist | Digable Planets |
| Album | Blowout Comb |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Digable Planets, Mizell | |
| We always roll down, no doubt | |
| At the funky side of ten spots | |
| Dash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out | |
| Pretenders bent out and ready to do my splendor | |
| Move, move the smoke groover, dudes from the zoo | |
| That play the mic like, wow | |
| Walk with a cane, talk where the slang | |
| Develop on crooklyn blocks which I walk | |
| But our radius is the whole universe | |
| Kiss yourself goodbye 'cause Amu know you no plush | |
| Cheese dime, let me try her, gold smile | |
| Fro in the pile, beep beeped my sun visor | |
| She filled with sun visor, stat in the third | |
| Love, love, everyday, that?s my word | |
| When I see your crew, I say that?s them herbs | |
| So blau, blaum, blaw black and it just don?t stop | |
| Fresh, lush black, slick | |
| Right off the block, fat | |
| No doubt we turns it out | |
| 'Cause we | |
| Keep black movement and castle keep rockin' | |
| Plus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spots | |
| Play in the corners and maybe even boogie | |
| Till the sun come up or a gun come up | |
| Shootin' at the breeze the local emcees | |
| Stylin' wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in here | |
| 'Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain?t playin' | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Black on time been still layin? like I said | |
| Under the screen, be a eight wonder | |
| So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist | |
| Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue | |
| Corner flyin? it into a forty, twenty | |
| Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit | |
| Next, I?m hittin?, so I can step sooner | |
| On the nova, so no water goes south | |
| So see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a flesh vendor | |
| Mecca got soul livin? so, livin' so | |
| Shot open on my left just in time | |
| No we finger pops it to a liter, whet it?s cool | |
| In a sense we smoother than oils contents | |
| Loyal to the kick drum like flavor | |
| Bounce, bounce, ease back when we do it fluid | |
| Yes, nickel type fresh | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| We always blow out, without a doubt, without a doubt | |
| For the funky side of town, no doubt | |
| Yes, yes, y?all, yes, yes, y?all | |
| We always blow out, check it out | |
| For the funky side of town, no doubt, word | |
| We gets liver than any eighty fiver | |
| And the funk pots thicker out here in our Brooklyn | |
| Every crews badder, we choose to rack fatter | |
| 'Cause I stimulate life and matter | |
| When I spread my wings, I dos my thing | |
| 'Cause doodle big wants to live like a Zooloo king | |
| So I swing with my crew to where the beats be fat | |
| Swoon units by the pound and they natural black | |
| Without a doubt, this is the place to be | |
| I see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren G | |
| I sinks into the mode of the cool out breeze | |
| You know, the cool breeze rocks the beats wit ease | |
| So nigga, please, full of the dread poetic | |
| The sun moon sect in the house made to set it | |
| With the peace signs, fat rhymes, the planet fix | |
| Add butter to the mec then jet to eighty six | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| You better blow that shit out |
| zuo ci : Digable Planets, Mizell | |
| We always roll down, no doubt | |
| At the funky side of ten spots | |
| Dash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out | |
| Pretenders bent out and ready to do my splendor | |
| Move, move the smoke groover, dudes from the zoo | |
| That play the mic like, wow | |
| Walk with a cane, talk where the slang | |
| Develop on crooklyn blocks which I walk | |
| But our radius is the whole universe | |
| Kiss yourself goodbye ' cause Amu know you no plush | |
| Cheese dime, let me try her, gold smile | |
| Fro in the pile, beep beeped my sun visor | |
| She filled with sun visor, stat in the third | |
| Love, love, everyday, that? s my word | |
| When I see your crew, I say that? s them herbs | |
| So blau, blaum, blaw black and it just don? t stop | |
| Fresh, lush black, slick | |
| Right off the block, fat | |
| No doubt we turns it out | |
| ' Cause we | |
| Keep black movement and castle keep rockin' | |
| Plus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spots | |
| Play in the corners and maybe even boogie | |
| Till the sun come up or a gun come up | |
| Shootin' at the breeze the local emcees | |
| Stylin' wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in here | |
| ' Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain? t playin' | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Black on time been still layin? like I said | |
| Under the screen, be a eight wonder | |
| So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist | |
| Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue | |
| Corner flyin? it into a forty, twenty | |
| Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit | |
| Next, I? m hittin?, so I can step sooner | |
| On the nova, so no water goes south | |
| So see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a flesh vendor | |
| Mecca got soul livin? so, livin' so | |
| Shot open on my left just in time | |
| No we finger pops it to a liter, whet it? s cool | |
| In a sense we smoother than oils contents | |
| Loyal to the kick drum like flavor | |
| Bounce, bounce, ease back when we do it fluid | |
| Yes, nickel type fresh | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| We always blow out, without a doubt, without a doubt | |
| For the funky side of town, no doubt | |
| Yes, yes, y? all, yes, yes, y? all | |
| We always blow out, check it out | |
| For the funky side of town, no doubt, word | |
| We gets liver than any eighty fiver | |
| And the funk pots thicker out here in our Brooklyn | |
| Every crews badder, we choose to rack fatter | |
| ' Cause I stimulate life and matter | |
| When I spread my wings, I dos my thing | |
| ' Cause doodle big wants to live like a Zooloo king | |
| So I swing with my crew to where the beats be fat | |
| Swoon units by the pound and they natural black | |
| Without a doubt, this is the place to be | |
| I see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren G | |
| I sinks into the mode of the cool out breeze | |
| You know, the cool breeze rocks the beats wit ease | |
| So nigga, please, full of the dread poetic | |
| The sun moon sect in the house made to set it | |
| With the peace signs, fat rhymes, the planet fix | |
| Add butter to the mec then jet to eighty six | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| You better blow that shit out |
| zuò cí : Digable Planets, Mizell | |
| We always roll down, no doubt | |
| At the funky side of ten spots | |
| Dash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out | |
| Pretenders bent out and ready to do my splendor | |
| Move, move the smoke groover, dudes from the zoo | |
| That play the mic like, wow | |
| Walk with a cane, talk where the slang | |
| Develop on crooklyn blocks which I walk | |
| But our radius is the whole universe | |
| Kiss yourself goodbye ' cause Amu know you no plush | |
| Cheese dime, let me try her, gold smile | |
| Fro in the pile, beep beeped my sun visor | |
| She filled with sun visor, stat in the third | |
| Love, love, everyday, that? s my word | |
| When I see your crew, I say that? s them herbs | |
| So blau, blaum, blaw black and it just don? t stop | |
| Fresh, lush black, slick | |
| Right off the block, fat | |
| No doubt we turns it out | |
| ' Cause we | |
| Keep black movement and castle keep rockin' | |
| Plus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spots | |
| Play in the corners and maybe even boogie | |
| Till the sun come up or a gun come up | |
| Shootin' at the breeze the local emcees | |
| Stylin' wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in here | |
| ' Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain? t playin' | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Black on time been still layin? like I said | |
| Under the screen, be a eight wonder | |
| So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist | |
| Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue | |
| Corner flyin? it into a forty, twenty | |
| Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit | |
| Next, I? m hittin?, so I can step sooner | |
| On the nova, so no water goes south | |
| So see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a flesh vendor | |
| Mecca got soul livin? so, livin' so | |
| Shot open on my left just in time | |
| No we finger pops it to a liter, whet it? s cool | |
| In a sense we smoother than oils contents | |
| Loyal to the kick drum like flavor | |
| Bounce, bounce, ease back when we do it fluid | |
| Yes, nickel type fresh | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| We always blow out, without a doubt, without a doubt | |
| For the funky side of town, no doubt | |
| Yes, yes, y? all, yes, yes, y? all | |
| We always blow out, check it out | |
| For the funky side of town, no doubt, word | |
| We gets liver than any eighty fiver | |
| And the funk pots thicker out here in our Brooklyn | |
| Every crews badder, we choose to rack fatter | |
| ' Cause I stimulate life and matter | |
| When I spread my wings, I dos my thing | |
| ' Cause doodle big wants to live like a Zooloo king | |
| So I swing with my crew to where the beats be fat | |
| Swoon units by the pound and they natural black | |
| Without a doubt, this is the place to be | |
| I see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren G | |
| I sinks into the mode of the cool out breeze | |
| You know, the cool breeze rocks the beats wit ease | |
| So nigga, please, full of the dread poetic | |
| The sun moon sect in the house made to set it | |
| With the peace signs, fat rhymes, the planet fix | |
| Add butter to the mec then jet to eighty six | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| Blowin' out, blowin' out | |
| You better blow that shit out |
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