Song | 3 Days Later |
Artist | De La Soul |
Album | Buhloone Mindstate |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : George, Houston, Jolicoeur ... | |
Pos: | |
Smoothed out without the r and b | |
(mercy) come on! | |
(mercy) come on y'all! | |
(mercy) come on! | |
There's no r and b in this song | |
So come along fly children come along | |
Come along fly children come along | |
Come along fly children come along | |
There's no r and b in this song! | |
Pushed up a dame by the name of crystal | |
Who flaunts to the point just like a missile | |
A habit wit ear kiddin' wit gold mags | |
And since she fancies facial hair she asks my name | |
(hey baby what's your name?) | |
Now ever so fab i said i'm wala | |
Miss wild who used to run tough wit koala | |
She was a winner of my metaphor and she knew that | |
I said i'm gonna feed your mouth she said you do that | |
Now crystal stops the jeep i think i'm mad fly | |
She used to have a man wit lots of mad signs | |
Her strut was guaranteed to make a gay smile | |
And in bed she had proved to be real agile | |
I show her to the lounge and i dined her | |
Then she gave me some digits where i could find her | |
I licked her like a stamp | |
Laid and sticked her like a champ | |
But the... um she gave me burn | |
I had to go see the doctor | |
(3 days later) skeezer skeezer skeezer (uhhhh) | |
(3 days later) skeezer skeezer skeezer (oh yeah) | |
(3 days later) skeezer skeezer skeezer | |
(3 days later) skeezer skeezer skeezer! | |
Dove: | |
Well it was thirty after nine and i was loungin' | |
Tokin' on some smoke that i was poundin' | |
I rang up seven up so we can skip to the mall | |
Thinkin' a good day to shop | |
But then we got stopped | |
A shooter man said "yo this is a stick up" | |
A whole lot of dirt was 'bout to kick up | |
I had screens in my pocket | |
And man, tonight's my date | |
Wit smokey sue, now what was i to do? | |
In my head i'm thinking, 'should i dodge the bullet?' | |
'man this kid is bluffin' you can pull it' | |
I feared the whole scene, | |
The shooter didn't bluff | |
Now look at me now, | |
He shot my ass dead | |
(yeah) | |
(you shouldn't have) | |
(i did, so let's get in the van) | |
(you shouldn't have) | |
(i did, so get in the fucking van!) | |
(i love you babe) | |
(i.. i love you babe) | |
(i love you babe) | |
(i love you babe) | |
Skeezer skeezer skeezer | |
Skeezer skeezer skeezer | |
Skeezer skeezer skeezer | |
Skeezer skeezer skeezer! |
zuo ci : George, Houston, Jolicoeur ... | |
Pos: | |
Smoothed out without the r and b | |
mercy come on! | |
mercy come on y' all! | |
mercy come on! | |
There' s no r and b in this song | |
So come along fly children come along | |
Come along fly children come along | |
Come along fly children come along | |
There' s no r and b in this song! | |
Pushed up a dame by the name of crystal | |
Who flaunts to the point just like a missile | |
A habit wit ear kiddin' wit gold mags | |
And since she fancies facial hair she asks my name | |
hey baby what' s your name? | |
Now ever so fab i said i' m wala | |
Miss wild who used to run tough wit koala | |
She was a winner of my metaphor and she knew that | |
I said i' m gonna feed your mouth she said you do that | |
Now crystal stops the jeep i think i' m mad fly | |
She used to have a man wit lots of mad signs | |
Her strut was guaranteed to make a gay smile | |
And in bed she had proved to be real agile | |
I show her to the lounge and i dined her | |
Then she gave me some digits where i could find her | |
I licked her like a stamp | |
Laid and sticked her like a champ | |
But the... um she gave me burn | |
I had to go see the doctor | |
3 days later skeezer skeezer skeezer uhhhh | |
3 days later skeezer skeezer skeezer oh yeah | |
3 days later skeezer skeezer skeezer | |
3 days later skeezer skeezer skeezer! | |
Dove: | |
Well it was thirty after nine and i was loungin' | |
Tokin' on some smoke that i was poundin' | |
I rang up seven up so we can skip to the mall | |
Thinkin' a good day to shop | |
But then we got stopped | |
A shooter man said " yo this is a stick up" | |
A whole lot of dirt was ' bout to kick up | |
I had screens in my pocket | |
And man, tonight' s my date | |
Wit smokey sue, now what was i to do? | |
In my head i' m thinking, ' should i dodge the bullet?' | |
' man this kid is bluffin' you can pull it' | |
I feared the whole scene, | |
The shooter didn' t bluff | |
Now look at me now, | |
He shot my ass dead | |
yeah | |
you shouldn' t have | |
i did, so let' s get in the van | |
you shouldn' t have | |
i did, so get in the fucking van! | |
i love you babe | |
i.. i love you babe | |
i love you babe | |
i love you babe | |
Skeezer skeezer skeezer | |
Skeezer skeezer skeezer | |
Skeezer skeezer skeezer | |
Skeezer skeezer skeezer! |
zuò cí : George, Houston, Jolicoeur ... | |
Pos: | |
Smoothed out without the r and b | |
mercy come on! | |
mercy come on y' all! | |
mercy come on! | |
There' s no r and b in this song | |
So come along fly children come along | |
Come along fly children come along | |
Come along fly children come along | |
There' s no r and b in this song! | |
Pushed up a dame by the name of crystal | |
Who flaunts to the point just like a missile | |
A habit wit ear kiddin' wit gold mags | |
And since she fancies facial hair she asks my name | |
hey baby what' s your name? | |
Now ever so fab i said i' m wala | |
Miss wild who used to run tough wit koala | |
She was a winner of my metaphor and she knew that | |
I said i' m gonna feed your mouth she said you do that | |
Now crystal stops the jeep i think i' m mad fly | |
She used to have a man wit lots of mad signs | |
Her strut was guaranteed to make a gay smile | |
And in bed she had proved to be real agile | |
I show her to the lounge and i dined her | |
Then she gave me some digits where i could find her | |
I licked her like a stamp | |
Laid and sticked her like a champ | |
But the... um she gave me burn | |
I had to go see the doctor | |
3 days later skeezer skeezer skeezer uhhhh | |
3 days later skeezer skeezer skeezer oh yeah | |
3 days later skeezer skeezer skeezer | |
3 days later skeezer skeezer skeezer! | |
Dove: | |
Well it was thirty after nine and i was loungin' | |
Tokin' on some smoke that i was poundin' | |
I rang up seven up so we can skip to the mall | |
Thinkin' a good day to shop | |
But then we got stopped | |
A shooter man said " yo this is a stick up" | |
A whole lot of dirt was ' bout to kick up | |
I had screens in my pocket | |
And man, tonight' s my date | |
Wit smokey sue, now what was i to do? | |
In my head i' m thinking, ' should i dodge the bullet?' | |
' man this kid is bluffin' you can pull it' | |
I feared the whole scene, | |
The shooter didn' t bluff | |
Now look at me now, | |
He shot my ass dead | |
yeah | |
you shouldn' t have | |
i did, so let' s get in the van | |
you shouldn' t have | |
i did, so get in the fucking van! | |
i love you babe | |
i.. i love you babe | |
i love you babe | |
i love you babe | |
Skeezer skeezer skeezer | |
Skeezer skeezer skeezer | |
Skeezer skeezer skeezer | |
Skeezer skeezer skeezer! |