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Come On Down

{Look man! You're botherin' me G

I got shit to do right now, aight?

This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?

Word up I got shit to do you test tube baby}

Check one two, check one two

De La Soul, is now back on the map

Long Island, is now back on the map

Good rap music, is now back on the map

Yo check one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav

And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin' nowhere

Old school is here to stay boy

On the outskirts, of what works

Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked

Live by the sword and die by the semi

Not part of my ways, but stays right in my

N Y mentality for me, to be the best

The current, the ones who weren't

Pressed, to confess lies over hot joints

To sell to all who wanna hear some

(Young Guns these days got fireproof eardrums)

They don't give a shit who's hot

Just long as you're not, pussy and be the would-be king

But once crowned, the same wanna pull you down

(And what makes the world go 'round)

And I be the world renowned wonder why

Wonderin' why you can't stand me?

Is it because I'm the main Jackson?

And y'all just Titos and Randys? Yes it is

Bless the kid who hold his own head and expect to last

At the same time, I want respect and cash

And a few paragraphs in them books

Tellin' you how us native tongues made hits with no hooks

Rapped in every prefixes, gave birth to rap remixes back in '88

No disrespect to Diddy, just settin' it straight

Instead of zig-zaggin', got a degree in raggin'

My daughter says I'm a teen, 'cause like a teen

My pants always saggin' and I walk with a bop

The sex part of my time, I walked from my pop

No longer on timey and was never on loud

But cooked rhymes that make the chefs of Wu proud

I'm top cloud to rain on your show

And still anything goes when it comes to hoes because

Music

(C'mon)

New York

(C'mon)

Detroit

(C'mon)

C'mon down

Miami

(C'mon)

L A

(C'mon)

Vegas

(C'mon)

C'mon down

Boston

(C'mon)

Tucson

(C'mon)

Long Island

(C'mon)

C'mon down

V A

(C'mon)

Portland

(C'mon)

Chi-town

(C'mon)

C'mon down

Make you shake like, sunshine, naked shoe was once mine

Had bottom inner drawers and used to hit it from the mids

Fix your playground player or

Some kids'll come stomp in your sandbox

Swollen hands cocked back

No knives, no drama, no guns

No disrespectin' your seed of Ma Dukes

I puke rhyme and you laugh, take a sniff

Of these fricaseed raps on Carribean riffs

See last night's change was today's doe money

No time for your freestyles so roll money

No more whack albums with two joints

No more ballplayin' rappers who shoot ya two points

(No more G, 'cause I'm sick of your hip-hop!)

Your flows bore like seashores with no bitches

Switchhittin' niggaz will receive no pitches

No diamonds on the field, just keep the game real

Simple, see the God flows healthy

Wealth in the mind is like money in the bank

Exchange cash like thoughts in conversation

Thank you for your purchases, we doe out

And roll out the Kool-Aid, come and crop to see us pimp strut

Ain't really pimpin', I'm tryin' to catch the bus

The Krush Groove ain't got shit on Cold Crush

We dolly dolly babies 'cause we shootin' cats

'Back to the future' rap with Doc Brown shotgunnin' it

And pantyhose your whole style and start runnin' it

You dudes fiddle while we stay on the cello

The mush in your room son, we stay portobello

Can't settle for the same picket white fence

I got dreams of barbed wire in front of factories pa

Still push the truck with the factories pa

I'm bound to wreck the whip and turn insurance out, make 'em shout

D C

(C'mon)

Oakland

(C'mon)

U K

(C'mon)

C'mon down

New Orleans

(C'mon)

Little Rock

(C'mon)

Baltimore

(C'mon)

C'mon down

Memphis

(C'mon)

Utah

(C'mon)

Jersey

(C'mon)

C'mon down

Atlanta

(C'mon)

Brooklyn

(C'mon)

Philly

(C'mon)

C'mon down

Yeah that's right! Flava Flav, with De La Soul

Act bold, and we knock you straight up in the hole

You know what I'm sayin' six feet deep

That's the way that we keep, rollin'

You know what I'm sayin' operation tech sensation in the nation

Ready to take it to Penn station, you know what I'm sayin'

Yeah, ah ha ha ha

Long Island one is, that's where we is man

De la soul, you done it again

De la soul, you done it again

De la soul, you done it again

Flava Flav, de la soul, you done it again

{Persue my strategy , when it comes down to my work ethic

I mean it's simple, just be the best, you know what I'm sayin'?

To be the best, the first, the only one in the game

That's is gonna do it for years and years man

It's like, you know, how you gonna say

That I went out at the top of the game?

The top of the game niggas, is the one that's producing

Through out their career}

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