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    De La Soul / Lyrics

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    "One" Lyrics

    De La Soul feat. Ghostface Killah

    Yo, new Ghostface!
    To glorious days, check it out y'all
    We back, yes yes y'all
    Masked avengers, we're here to sharpen your sword
    All praises due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
    Scream on it, Ghost

    A-yo, we at the weedgate, waiting for Jake
    We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches
    Heavyweight rhyme writers, hitting the grass that's the ripest
    Pull out this kite from this white bitch
    Talking 'bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know

    Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast"
    Guest starred in mad shit, CBL, Ice Water metallic
    Past tense placed in gold caskets
    Dru Hill bitches, specialist lounging at the mosque
    Suede kufi wrap, undercover dentist
    Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target when the NARCs hit
    Rumor is you might start to spit
    You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
    On the dancefloor, makeover's free followed by gauze
    Duncan Hines monument cakes, we never half-baked
    Alaskan, sexcapade, push your new court dates
    Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
    The branches in my weed be the vein
    Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
    See daddy rock a wristful
    Modern slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
    Laying like needles in the hospital
    Five steps to conquer, ask Bernadette, big ass whistle

    Ziploc your ear, hear thistle

    To my real bitches take your drawers off
    To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off
    Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face
    And tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off!"

    A-yo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
    Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
    Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
    Fast from the hog y'all and grow up

    A-yo, crash through, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask
    That's the pass, heavy ice Roley laying on the dash
    Love the grass, cauliflower hurting when I dumped the trash
    Sour mash served in every glass up at the Wally Bash
    Sunsplash, autograph blessing with your name slashed
    Backdraft, four-pounders screaming with the pearly ash

    Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
    Mrs. Dash, sprinkle with her icicle eyelash
    Ask Cappa Pendergrass for backstage passes
    Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mathis
    Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress
    Distract the cat while I'm high sugar get a crack at this
    Dicking down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins
    Watch the black mayor of DC hit the mocha
    Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover
    Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend over
    Meditated yoga, Paddle Ball, dancing with the vulture
    Castor Troy laying for Travolta
    Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
    God glow, seven fifteen four be ebony

    A-yo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
    Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
    Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
    Fast from the hog y'all and grow up
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Charles Jackson, Marvin Yancy, Malik Cox, Roosevelt Harrell, Evan Rogers, Carl Sturken.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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