Song | Afro Connections at a Hi 5 (In the Eyes of the Hoodlum) |
Artist | De La Soul |
Album | De La Soul Is Dead |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Huston, Mason, Posdnuos ... | |
Pos:this is dedicated to all those hardcore acts. | |
Dove:yeah, you know them brothers that we used to | |
Look up to, that fell the ***** off. | |
Mase:and now they doing all that r'n'b sh..(crocker!) | |
Dove:you mean rhthym and blues? | |
De la soul: no! rappin' bullsh... | |
Dove: | |
Connection a, click, what? | |
My *****, chick | |
I smack a fish if you thinks | |
My connection ain't thick, ***** | |
Headed like a punk whip | |
I travel miles with a rhythmic lip | |
I rock an afro | |
In '83, gee, yo | |
And spray the sheen so i get a soul glow | |
I play the corner tough | |
And me and mase pull puffs on a blunt | |
Mase: | |
Givin' high-five is what i want | |
So i puff a blunt, i don't front | |
I get spliffed, get a stiff | |
Then i go hump a stunt | |
Like a pimp pro | |
(nah, man, a super ho) | |
That's cool 'cause i'm still an afro bro | |
Yeah, i'm live for my life is hectic | |
Every hour, every minute, every second | |
I keep a level head and stay down to earth | |
'cause i've been an afro since birth | |
Pos: | |
Yeah | |
Now i hold my crotch 'cause i'm top-notch | |
I run amok sasquatch, and i like to eat live crab | |
I've got five beepers, you scab | |
But you can find me directly on the ave | |
(you *****s cheat me, well who's that!) | |
My breath never smells wack | |
I eat the watermelon tic-tac | |
Before i kiss myself i always jump back | |
(yo, gee, this track is stack) | |
(and you know that) | |
I do three flips | |
When a punk flip on my duke lifts | |
But i flex more strength when i'm asleep | |
On the other side with his main tapes | |
Make her dry her face, buy her gold earlocks | |
But i may, she flocks round me like a donut | |
She got sprinkles but i bite my way out | |
More brothers come about, try to scheme slick | |
But the native tongue's thick | |
Lick 'em real good, like a real hood should | |
But the fly tape let the car speakers shake | |
I ran a cop down, i smile a frown with a but | |
Show gold teeth, 'cause i ain't a vegetarian | |
Not scared of beef, sport a feather like chief | |
Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads | |
'cause i'm big-willed, blow off like a seal | |
'cause connection with the afro is real | |
Dove: | |
I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss | |
Because it's tough to bluff a cab | |
No wonder melle mel is 'rrrr-rah!' | |
I play of tape of the son of la-di-da | |
My cousin rilo sells blow, a g a day | |
Keeps his kids hooray, a size nine and half | |
I kicks my tricks, is to live for island | |
I mug a mug vic, but i's cool, i self | |
With the quickness i bust the true slang | |
Show no pit to those who don't understand | |
Mase: | |
The maseo got tailed with the big bail | |
I busted loose but now the blue goose is on my tail | |
I seen the ghetto go lower than it is | |
(he don't care, 'cause his *****'s selling crack to the kids) | |
My jeans are brand new, with twelve more | |
In the closet with my silk, and below | |
My 45 pack thick, draw quick | |
If a ***** starts some *****bidibidit | |
My crib is uptown, downtown, l.i. | |
And another crib in queens | |
I munch some cornbread, boar's head | |
My favorite porck chops and | |
A plate of collar greens | |
I chill with shymel, akeem, jaheed | |
And the rastafarians'll be the crown in | |
And the poppa | |
But the connections are still a high-five | |
(let's get busy) |
zuo ci : Huston, Mason, Posdnuos ... | |
Pos: this is dedicated to all those hardcore acts. | |
Dove: yeah, you know them brothers that we used to | |
Look up to, that fell the off. | |
Mase: and now they doing all that r' n' b sh.. crocker! | |
Dove: you mean rhthym and blues? | |
De la soul: no! rappin' bullsh... | |
Dove: | |
Connection a, click, what? | |
My , chick | |
I smack a fish if you thinks | |
My connection ain' t thick, | |
Headed like a punk whip | |
I travel miles with a rhythmic lip | |
I rock an afro | |
In ' 83, gee, yo | |
And spray the sheen so i get a soul glow | |
I play the corner tough | |
And me and mase pull puffs on a blunt | |
Mase: | |
Givin' highfive is what i want | |
So i puff a blunt, i don' t front | |
I get spliffed, get a stiff | |
Then i go hump a stunt | |
Like a pimp pro | |
nah, man, a super ho | |
That' s cool ' cause i' m still an afro bro | |
Yeah, i' m live for my life is hectic | |
Every hour, every minute, every second | |
I keep a level head and stay down to earth | |
' cause i' ve been an afro since birth | |
Pos: | |
Yeah | |
Now i hold my crotch ' cause i' m topnotch | |
I run amok sasquatch, and i like to eat live crab | |
I' ve got five beepers, you scab | |
But you can find me directly on the ave | |
you s cheat me, well who' s that! | |
My breath never smells wack | |
I eat the watermelon tictac | |
Before i kiss myself i always jump back | |
yo, gee, this track is stack | |
and you know that | |
I do three flips | |
When a punk flip on my duke lifts | |
But i flex more strength when i' m asleep | |
On the other side with his main tapes | |
Make her dry her face, buy her gold earlocks | |
But i may, she flocks round me like a donut | |
She got sprinkles but i bite my way out | |
More brothers come about, try to scheme slick | |
But the native tongue' s thick | |
Lick ' em real good, like a real hood should | |
But the fly tape let the car speakers shake | |
I ran a cop down, i smile a frown with a but | |
Show gold teeth, ' cause i ain' t a vegetarian | |
Not scared of beef, sport a feather like chief | |
Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads | |
' cause i' m bigwilled, blow off like a seal | |
' cause connection with the afro is real | |
Dove: | |
I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss | |
Because it' s tough to bluff a cab | |
No wonder melle mel is ' rrrrrah!' | |
I play of tape of the son of ladida | |
My cousin rilo sells blow, a g a day | |
Keeps his kids hooray, a size nine and half | |
I kicks my tricks, is to live for island | |
I mug a mug vic, but i' s cool, i self | |
With the quickness i bust the true slang | |
Show no pit to those who don' t understand | |
Mase: | |
The maseo got tailed with the big bail | |
I busted loose but now the blue goose is on my tail | |
I seen the ghetto go lower than it is | |
he don' t care, ' cause his ' s selling crack to the kids | |
My jeans are brand new, with twelve more | |
In the closet with my silk, and below | |
My 45 pack thick, draw quick | |
If a starts some bidibidit | |
My crib is uptown, downtown, l. i. | |
And another crib in queens | |
I munch some cornbread, boar' s head | |
My favorite porck chops and | |
A plate of collar greens | |
I chill with shymel, akeem, jaheed | |
And the rastafarians' ll be the crown in | |
And the poppa | |
But the connections are still a highfive | |
let' s get busy |
zuò cí : Huston, Mason, Posdnuos ... | |
Pos: this is dedicated to all those hardcore acts. | |
Dove: yeah, you know them brothers that we used to | |
Look up to, that fell the off. | |
Mase: and now they doing all that r' n' b sh.. crocker! | |
Dove: you mean rhthym and blues? | |
De la soul: no! rappin' bullsh... | |
Dove: | |
Connection a, click, what? | |
My , chick | |
I smack a fish if you thinks | |
My connection ain' t thick, | |
Headed like a punk whip | |
I travel miles with a rhythmic lip | |
I rock an afro | |
In ' 83, gee, yo | |
And spray the sheen so i get a soul glow | |
I play the corner tough | |
And me and mase pull puffs on a blunt | |
Mase: | |
Givin' highfive is what i want | |
So i puff a blunt, i don' t front | |
I get spliffed, get a stiff | |
Then i go hump a stunt | |
Like a pimp pro | |
nah, man, a super ho | |
That' s cool ' cause i' m still an afro bro | |
Yeah, i' m live for my life is hectic | |
Every hour, every minute, every second | |
I keep a level head and stay down to earth | |
' cause i' ve been an afro since birth | |
Pos: | |
Yeah | |
Now i hold my crotch ' cause i' m topnotch | |
I run amok sasquatch, and i like to eat live crab | |
I' ve got five beepers, you scab | |
But you can find me directly on the ave | |
you s cheat me, well who' s that! | |
My breath never smells wack | |
I eat the watermelon tictac | |
Before i kiss myself i always jump back | |
yo, gee, this track is stack | |
and you know that | |
I do three flips | |
When a punk flip on my duke lifts | |
But i flex more strength when i' m asleep | |
On the other side with his main tapes | |
Make her dry her face, buy her gold earlocks | |
But i may, she flocks round me like a donut | |
She got sprinkles but i bite my way out | |
More brothers come about, try to scheme slick | |
But the native tongue' s thick | |
Lick ' em real good, like a real hood should | |
But the fly tape let the car speakers shake | |
I ran a cop down, i smile a frown with a but | |
Show gold teeth, ' cause i ain' t a vegetarian | |
Not scared of beef, sport a feather like chief | |
Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads | |
' cause i' m bigwilled, blow off like a seal | |
' cause connection with the afro is real | |
Dove: | |
I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss | |
Because it' s tough to bluff a cab | |
No wonder melle mel is ' rrrrrah!' | |
I play of tape of the son of ladida | |
My cousin rilo sells blow, a g a day | |
Keeps his kids hooray, a size nine and half | |
I kicks my tricks, is to live for island | |
I mug a mug vic, but i' s cool, i self | |
With the quickness i bust the true slang | |
Show no pit to those who don' t understand | |
Mase: | |
The maseo got tailed with the big bail | |
I busted loose but now the blue goose is on my tail | |
I seen the ghetto go lower than it is | |
he don' t care, ' cause his ' s selling crack to the kids | |
My jeans are brand new, with twelve more | |
In the closet with my silk, and below | |
My 45 pack thick, draw quick | |
If a starts some bidibidit | |
My crib is uptown, downtown, l. i. | |
And another crib in queens | |
I munch some cornbread, boar' s head | |
My favorite porck chops and | |
A plate of collar greens | |
I chill with shymel, akeem, jaheed | |
And the rastafarians' ll be the crown in | |
And the poppa | |
But the connections are still a highfive | |
let' s get busy |