Текст (слова) песни: De La Soul - Stix Stonz

Chorus: all

If you can dig it, deal with it, if you cant, just forget it

Cause nobody rocks the party like we

Get loose, get loose, sunshine get loose

Just rock, and show em you got juice

And have, have, have, have, have, have, have fuuuuuuun!

Verse 1: la sunshine

I know its been a while since the last time

Youre heard la sunshine pick up the microphone and rhyme

But now I think its time to go for mine

So you can sit back, relax, just max and unwind

Because its time for me to out a few heads to bed

Because Im upset at what somebody said

Ive heard it through the grapevine its been said

That sunshine, cant rhyme?

Ha! thats the funniest line that I heard in a long time

The wanna be mes that they I sound off beat

Im not off beat, Im totally unique and it sounds real sweet

So if youre ready, get set for a trip to the sun

Youll be guided, and Ive decided to become

One to take total control of your soul

Young or all be bold because its a sight to behold

Chorus:

Sticks and stones might break your bones but pos is gonna blow your mind

Aint no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time!

Verse 2: posdnuos

Now you can bet that Im first kick a watt

Soul son, plug one, posdnuos Im top notch

Forward, backstep, got cabbage on the brain

So Im leafy, peasy, and I act kind of sane

So homeboys and girls just come follow me

Im the fried pipe piper down with dub and plug three

I like my mans, freestyle is not my flow

But I gets mad respect from norfolk to glasgow

I run this up to court about a minute to the sec

Cause my hoodie wont clash with whipper whips mockneck

So my hip-hop teachers please show me the math

And after this give me your goddamn autograph

Chorus:

Whipper whip, you can make the microphone sing

Walking around sporting your diamond ring

All the ladies know you as an mc king

So get on the mic and tell em it aint no thing

Verse 3: whipper whip

Well the prince is my title and, I do what I must do

When rappers get beside themselves, thats when I bust two

Or three, see it doesnt matter to me

Cause the w-h-i-ps got an army

Whipper whip, the whipster, money gripster

Cant stand the tipster unless she got the hips to

Move a mountain, left on kingsly and fountain

1345 is where I used to count them

The grips in my buckets the kind that choke horses

No more losses and no toy mosses

Its the kings of kingsly, from bronx to hollywood

Im whipper whip, I but the g in "good"

Yo I can blow like a whistle, run far beyond average

Been rapping to the man like randy savage

You be the judge, come stand as I slam some

Theres open invitation to all and then some

Chorus:

Sticks and stones might break your bones but jd dub is gonna blow your mind

Aint no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time!

Verse 4: dove

I kick the chatanooga choo choo so listen to the calling

Next stops the body rock, heres the ticket to my clock

Its the flips, but keep your jaws on your hips

>from back in the days I used to air it to the hits

Earn the dance step and guaranteed to play the wheel to wheel

And wild style was the real, dig it?

I block the heckles and hecks and gets nuff respects

Without the "bah diddy bah" I couldnt go and cash checks

Chorus:

Dj mase, since you got the bass, why dont you hit it, hit it?

Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!

The do re, the mi phi, the sol la, the tito

Rocking it, rocking it, yes he is rocking it

Tito, rocking it!

Verse 5: tito

Smiggity smoking, no joking, turning styles like a token

No singer, but swinging rap lyric like a ringer

Im solo, like bobo, breaking backs like bolo

No kitten, no hitting booby traps for the sitting

Ducks should I mention rhyme breezing like benson

Or hedges, Im fuming autographs for the human

Being, Im g-ing, off like keying

Or keenan, live ivory, waynan, whos slaying?

A tv or movie, hit singles often move me

Like groove me, they got me lingers like a ? ? ?

No slipping, no tripping on me while Im ripping

Slam dunking like a donut on the bulls scottie pippen

A vocab thats no fad, Im heftier than glad bags

My sons about 2, buckaroo and yelling "go dad!"

Chorus:

Sticks and stones might break your bones but superstars blows your mind

Aint no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time!

Verse 6: superstar

I get the honor to rap with some old school greats

Caz, whipper whip, tito, and la

Maseo, posdnuos, trug, they from the new school

A perfect blend from the old and new

Superstar, where did I fit in? how did I get in?

Where did I begin, sin?

Im known from belcourt to freeport, not a west coast or five boroughs

Yeah, my names whispered in the ghettos

When Im on stage, I write a book, flip a page

Write a chapter, and leave a hell of a phrase

Now, before I go, you know that Im a pro, yo

You wont forget me, why, because I flow

Chorus:

So gmc, ha, gmc, ha ha, gmc ha, gmc, ha ha

Gmc, ha huh! (yo my throat is sore)

Yo, get on the mic, stay on the mic (dammit)

Rock on the mic with your rhymes galore!

Verse 7: grandmaster caz

Well Im a black act back to attack the wack new jack

Smack the sad sack track with the stack of facts

True old data, see you later alligator

Raid or raider darth vader, cause Im greater or rater

Made a plate of soul food, barbequed a rude dude with the attitude

Who got screwed cause he chewed

But Im a writer, you cant take a bite of

So light up your lighter and watch me recite a

Dope verse or two with the curse or two, yeah rehearse a cue

But first a few minutes of funk, preferably seven

Microphones, all I need is one

Mcs to school, ten or eleven then a bottle of don

When the job is done, but dont stop me now

Im on a roll, control the whole stroll

And bowl the whole toll, fold the known souls

Patrol shoot the fruit, toot toot the hoot

Scoot with the loot and knock a cute suit boots

Entertain your brain like kane, not strain to maintain my main (shit) stain

Walls record us, break through the borders

All the manslaughters and kidnap daughters

Who are building and chlling in the building with a villian

Im killing and illing but still in like bob dylan

Im democratic emphatic erratic static Im good at it

And suckers get gatted with the automatic

Rhymes are plenty, styles are many

Yeah, and thats as real as jimmy sticking jenny

If anybody knows a trick to slip my wig

With a lick or real sick with a lyrical brick

Hes a vick bound to get tracked off

Step to the grandest and youll get slapped off

Stage, and thoroughly stomped with the quickness

Now can I get a witness, cause Im out

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Ha! thats the funniest line that I heard in a long time The wanna be mes that they I sound off beat Im not off beat, Im totally unique and it sounds real sweet So if youre ready, get set for a trip to the sun Youll be guided, and Ive decided to become One to take total control of your soul Young or all be bold because its a sight to behold Chorus: Sticks and stones might break your bones but pos is gonna blow your mind Aint no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time! Verse 2: posdnuos Now you can bet that Im first kick a watt Soul son, plug one, posdnuos Im top notch Forward, backstep, got cabbage on the brain So Im leafy, peasy, and I act kind of sane So homeboys and girls just come follow me Im the fried pipe piper down with dub and plug three I like my mans, freestyle is not my flow But I gets mad respect from norfolk to glasgow I run this up to court about a minute to the sec Cause my hoodie wont clash with whipper whips mockneck So my hip-hop teachers please show me the math And after this give me your goddamn autograph Chorus: Whipper whip, you can make the microphone sing Walking around sporting your diamond ring All the ladies know you as an mc king So get on the mic and tell em it aint no thing Verse 3: whipper whip Well the prince is my title and, I do what I must do When rappers get beside themselves, thats when I bust two Or three, see it doesnt matter to me Cause the w-h-i-ps got an army Whipper whip, the whipster, money gripster Cant stand the tipster unless she got the hips to Move a mountain, left on kingsly and fountain 1345 is where I used to count them The grips in my buckets the kind that choke horses No more losses and no toy mosses Its the kings of kingsly, from bronx to hollywood Im whipper whip, I but the g in "good" Yo I can blow like a whistle, run far beyond average Been rapping to the man like randy savage You be the judge, come stand as I slam some Theres open invitation to all and then some Chorus: Sticks and stones might break your bones but jd dub is gonna blow your mind Aint no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time! Verse 4: dove I kick the chatanooga choo choo so listen to the calling Next stops the body rock, heres the ticket to my clock Its the flips, but keep your jaws on your hips >from back in the days I used to air it to the hits Earn the dance step and guaranteed to play the wheel to wheel And wild style was the real, dig it? I block the heckles and hecks and gets nuff respects Without the "bah diddy bah" I couldnt go and cash checks Chorus: Dj mase, since you got the bass, why dont you hit it, hit it? Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it! The do re, the mi phi, the sol la, the tito Rocking it, rocking it, yes he is rocking it Tito, rocking it! Verse 5: tito Smiggity smoking, no joking, turning styles like a token No singer, but swinging rap lyric like a ringer Im solo, like bobo, breaking backs like bolo No kitten, no hitting booby traps for the sitting Ducks should I mention rhyme breezing like benson Or hedges, Im fuming autographs for the human Being, Im g-ing, off like keying Or keenan, live ivory, waynan, whos slaying? A tv or movie, hit singles often move me Like groove me, they got me lingers like a ? ? ? No slipping, no tripping on me while Im ripping Slam dunking like a donut on the bulls scottie pippen A vocab thats no fad, Im heftier than glad bags My sons about 2, buckaroo and yelling "go dad!" Chorus: Sticks and stones might break your bones but superstars blows your mind Aint no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time! Verse 6: superstar I get the honor to rap with some old school greats Caz, whipper whip, tito, and la Maseo, posdnuos, trug, they from the new school A perfect blend from the old and new Superstar, where did I fit in? how did I get in? Where did I begin, sin? Im known from belcourt to freeport, not a west coast or five boroughs Yeah, my names whispered in the ghettos When Im on stage, I write a book, flip a page Write a chapter, and leave a hell of a phrase Now, before I go, you know that Im a pro, yo You wont forget me, why, because I flow Chorus: So gmc, ha, gmc, ha ha, gmc ha, gmc, ha ha Gmc, ha huh! (yo my throat is sore) Yo, get on the mic, stay on the mic (dammit) Rock on the mic with your rhymes galore! Verse 7: grandmaster caz Well Im a black act back to attack the wack new jack Smack the sad sack track with the stack of facts True old data, see you later alligator Raid or raider darth vader, cause Im greater or rater Made a plate of soul food, barbequed a rude dude with the attitude Who got screwed cause he chewed But Im a writer, you cant take a bite of So light up your lighter and watch me recite a Dope verse or two with the curse or two, yeah rehearse a cue But first a few minutes of funk, preferably seven Microphones, all I need is one Mcs to school, ten or eleven then a bottle of don When the job is done, but dont stop me now Im on a roll, control the whole stroll And bowl the whole toll, fold the known souls Patrol shoot the fruit, toot toot the hoot Scoot with the loot and knock a cute suit boots Entertain your brain like kane, not strain to maintain my main (shit) stain Walls record us, break through the borders All the manslaughters and kidnap daughters Who are building and chlling in the building with a villian Im killing and illing but still in like bob dylan Im democratic emphatic erratic static Im good at it And suckers get gatted with the automatic Rhymes are plenty, styles are many Yeah, and thats as real as jimmy sticking jenny If anybody knows a trick to slip my wig With a lick or real sick with a lyrical brick Hes a vick bound to get tracked off Step to the grandest and youll get slapped off Stage, and thoroughly stomped with the quickness Now can I get a witness, cause Im out Нравится песня? 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