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    "Whoodeeni" Lyrics

    De La Soul feat. 2 Chainz

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    Your music means everything to you

    Bullet bring the gun, why pull it?
    Shoot words to see who's full of it
    We from the same place, land of the game face
    Plug signs on the jackets
    Give props, yo, like a Prop Joe package
    It's illegal
    How those kids can come from out of the slums and live so regal
    Lose it all on a prayer to the ego
    Before the loss we earn for the cause
    Toast to the life though my liver won't endorse
    Currently in time and my enzymes
    Are in sync to digest the brink of armageddon
    The bedding's over the mattress we lay with the actress
    For social media to swallow us
    Watch them rap peers who don't reply back
    Cause they think we gon' snatch up their Twitter followers
    That's some female type foolery
    And your females like glue to it
    She know it, the scent of a poet
    Police buy restraint to cover all the angles
    A nopera of operations
    See one got all you in your crew all confident with courage
    We'll be there jumping your square record
    You be like "check it, they stretched the shit into rectangles, damn!"

    Dance, freak, get out your seat
    Show me that you is a real whoodeeni
    Get loose y'all, get up now
    Everybody, everybody get down
    Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni

    [2 Chainz:]
    Born institutionalized
    My homie from N.O., find his crib with the roof on the side
    FEMA asking for an address, but ain't no mailbox
    Nothing left to do out here but to sell rocks
    Now they got cellphones inside of the cell blocks
    And my cousin on parole cause he sold Glocks
    My cousin is so stuck
    Told you we have more soul than James Brown
    Wearing a gold watch that obviously don't work
    Used to go home and rob niggas for homework
    See if the chrome work
    Might call your girl to see if my phone work
    I'm a hood star and the trophy is a gold vert
    Mouth full of gold teeth
    Niggas might end up obsolete if I'm four deep
    Real nigga for real bed full of new sheets
    Bedroom floor filled up with the loose leafs
    This is a war zone, me and a two-piece
    Put another head on and make it a new piece
    She be like "ooh wee", I be like "ooh wee"
    I love myself so much I'm a groupie
    Everybody know my verses is pookie
    Had 'em all strung out like it's a drug house
    When I'm in the booth I'm MJ with his tongue out
    When I'm in the booth I'm Kanye with a gun out
    Run in your mom house
    Then I'mma lean sideways and burn out
    All natural, I hope you got the perm out
    I've been straightening that shit
    New niggas came and tried to hate on that shit
    I'mma use it now, I ain't waiting on shit

    Dance, freak, get out your seat
    Show me that you is a real whoodeeni
    Get loose y'all, get up now
    Everybody, everybody get down
    Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni

    [Dave:]
    Big drawers, where the big drawers at?
    I got a case of the little head controlling the big head thinking
    Played Honest Abe in the back of a Lincoln
    Chopped down a cherry, American Pie varied
    Next day she was on my Snapchat sexting
    Had her bunny hopping a quick ten seconds
    Dear Lord, forgive a nigga, I've been down with doubt
    Had the frog legs, now I'mma knock this piggie out
    Now Dave like to cuddle, but Dave don't play that
    Like Dave had the ring, listen, Dave ain't say that
    Courtships to door steps to gettin' ass, and if it's one of my broads
    Keep your feet off the grass, size eleven the gas
    Mash that potato till we lay in the grass
    She mellow like it's a picnic
    If she the mermaid, give her the fish stick
    First class flight, shoot her out to the district
    Wait, cancel the stallion, hold your horses
    Kickstart your life and cut your losses
    Look how we did 'em, ma, your boy still got it
    I quit drinking, I quit the narcotics
    Life's a bitch, but she seeing a therapist
    This hip-hop done dilly to cameras, huh
    We got stoops and ___? to sit on
    Bitcoins Vivian Maese to bid on
    But we cautious
    Never undermine the hate and turn the spell on your evil forces
    But this ain't the cha-cha two-step
    Been a rider ever since the Schwinn gooseneck
    The buck stops here, there ain't no who's next

    Dance, freak, get out your seat
    Show me that you is a real whoodeeni
    Get loose y'all, get up now
    Everybody, everybody get down
    Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni
    This song was submitted on June 9th, 2016 and last modified on September 17th, 2016.
    Thanks to Ray and Ans11 for the contribution to this song.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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