De La Soul - Oooh! lyrics correction

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-* doing run-d m.c.'s."together forever (live at hollis park '84)"] [redman]

Party *
people your, dreams have now been fulfilled Get
your ass up and, let's get ill That's
right y'all we, more than rough we, callin your bluff And
when it comes to rhymes (brick... city) [pos]

Yo
don't, scandalize mine I
spent too much time Straight
talk with the catch to etch my line walk Never
fetchin for crime halt, who! goes there [dove]?

Yo
it's, the squeeze of five fingers puffin, smokey the bear Shinin
black like darth vader caps they, on stare [pos]

While
we rockin it I'll, rock in it (rock in it) Like
the little ball inside the spray can Providing
three coats for both child woman, and man Chorus

one redman: God

bless the god lay, these streets wall to wall It
go - oooh oooh, oooh, oooh, Yo!
you, got popped like a flick by that rivalry click It
went - oooh oooh, oooh, oooh, [pos]!

It
ain't my fault your ass is on the ashphalt Got
your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm you, see I'm
iced out like a glass of tea Better
yet oatmeal, cookies y'all, just rookies to me Slidin'
up and down the court but, I don't think you can d Why
try maseo?  be gettin high since luke was luke skywalk' Man
my, topic of talk is sheddin shame all over your game Like
them shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin is the past drug A
life filled with ( tweet*)*that's what thugs love Snatch
you fast wrap, that ass in the rug of your choice While
it muffles your voice [dove]

Now
when I'm swimmin through the joint I, put the funk on hold Cause
if you don't you'll, see the bubbles come up We
run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss Flashy
faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss [pos]

Most
crews are post-current while we're forever Direct
beats that's contagious loved, by all ages Graduated
from the you-and-i-versity Of
hard-hitters for, real Chorus

two redman: I

got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine And
get - oooh oooh, oooh, oooh, Yo!
if, you a fat chick gettin your fuck on tonight Then
go - oooh oooh, oooh, oooh, Yo!
put, your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin our sound Go
- oooh oooh, oooh, oooh, Yo!
and, to my broke niggaz on the corner holdin me down Go
- oooh oooh, oooh, oooh, [dove]!

Yo
I, swear tommy gonna get it he, done did me wrong I
had plans to buy more land plant, corn Bust
kernels on heat work, hard like wetbacks Set
backs is gonna get my ass to be hostile Rockwilder
the beat top, dollar defeat Big
money's make the big decisions Keep
hip-hop alive it's, just an intermission Back
to the second half of the feature flick Dick
stacks and fuck rap [pos]

I
had a name for makin paper since paper mache Now
my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play While
you broke niggaz reach drunk much quicker You
don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor Went
from God to God damn [redman]

Damn
god you're, killin it Should
incorporate it invest, half a mil' in it Rap
cats talk with no will in it [pos]

Soundin
like they virtual This
joint'll hurt you yo, [dove]

Twas
the night before christmas and my crib got robbed (shhh
shhh shh shhhhh), they did a job Took
all my goodies out from under the tree except, the cd's Of
shiny-suit rappers and flossin emcees Who
fail at takin it to rhyme degrees [pos]

Man
you, know no wack poems get no play in our homes You
need to not get nappy with me Or
else we gon' "relax your mind let, your conscious be free" Chorus

three redman: Yo

where, my wall street niggaz if, ya up in the stands Go
- oooh oooh, oooh, oooh, To!
my women that'll throw they hands against they punk-ass man Go
- oooh oooh, oooh, oooh, Yo!
if, you never been shot or stabbed Brick
city go - oooh oooh, oooh, oooh, Yo!
I, gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke -
oooh oooh, oooh, oooh,

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