Lirik Lagu Oooh! - De La Soul
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
[Redman] *Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilledGet your ass up, and let's get illThat's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin your bluffAnd when it comes to rhymes... (Brick City)
[Pos]Yo, don't scandalize mineI spent too much timeStraight talk with the catch to etch my line walkNever fetchin for crime, halt! Who goes there?
[Dove]Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin Smokey the BearShinin 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 canProviding three coats for both child, woman and man
Chorus One: Redman
God bless the God, lay these Streets Wall to WallIt go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clickIt went - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
[Pos]It ain't my fault your ass is on the ashphaltGot your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, youseeI'm iced out like a glass of teaBetter yet, oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to meSlidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can DWhy try? Maseo be gettin high since Luke was Luke Skywalk'Man, my topic of talk is sheddin shame all over your gameLike them shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin is the past drugA life filled with (*TWEET*) that's what thugs loveSnatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choicewhile it muffles your voice
[Dove]Now when I'm swimmin through the joint, I put the funk on holdCause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come upWe run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for missFlashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss
[Pos]Most crews are post-current while we're foreverDirect beats that's contagious, loved by all agesGraduated from the you-and-I-versityof hard-hitters, for real
Chorus Two: Redman
I got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shineAnd get - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!Yo, if you a fat chick gettin your fuck on tonightThen go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin our soundGo - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!Yo, and to my broke niggaz on the corner holdin me downGo - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
[Dove]Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrongI had plans to buy more land, plant cornBust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacksSet backs is gonna get my ass to be hostileRockwilder the beat, top dollar defeatBig money's make the big decisionsKeep hip-hop alive, it's just an intermissionBack to the second half of the feature flickDick stacks and fuck rap
[Pos]I had a name for makin paper since paper macheNow my dollar coins join pounds of yen for playWhile you broke niggaz reach drunk much quickerYou don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquorWent from God to God damn
[Redman]Damn God, you're killin itShould incorporate it, invest half a mil' in itRap cats talk with no will in it
[Pos]Soundin like they virtualThis joint'll hurt you, yo
[Dove]Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed(shhh shhh shh, shhhhh) They did a jobTook all my goodies out from under the tree, except the CD'sof shiny-suit rappers and flossin emceeswho fail at takin it to rhyme degrees
[Pos]Man, you know no wack poems get no play in our homesYou need to not get nappy with meOr 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 standsGo - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk-ass manGo - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!Yo, if you never been shot or stabbedBrick City go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke- oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
[Pos]Yo, don't scandalize mineI spent too much timeStraight talk with the catch to etch my line walkNever fetchin for crime, halt! Who goes there?
[Dove]Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin Smokey the BearShinin 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 canProviding three coats for both child, woman and man
Chorus One: Redman
God bless the God, lay these Streets Wall to WallIt go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clickIt went - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
[Pos]It ain't my fault your ass is on the ashphaltGot your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, youseeI'm iced out like a glass of teaBetter yet, oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to meSlidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can DWhy try? Maseo be gettin high since Luke was Luke Skywalk'Man, my topic of talk is sheddin shame all over your gameLike them shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin is the past drugA life filled with (*TWEET*) that's what thugs loveSnatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choicewhile it muffles your voice
[Dove]Now when I'm swimmin through the joint, I put the funk on holdCause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come upWe run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for missFlashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss
[Pos]Most crews are post-current while we're foreverDirect beats that's contagious, loved by all agesGraduated from the you-and-I-versityof hard-hitters, for real
Chorus Two: Redman
I got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shineAnd get - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!Yo, if you a fat chick gettin your fuck on tonightThen go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin our soundGo - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!Yo, and to my broke niggaz on the corner holdin me downGo - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
[Dove]Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrongI had plans to buy more land, plant cornBust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacksSet backs is gonna get my ass to be hostileRockwilder the beat, top dollar defeatBig money's make the big decisionsKeep hip-hop alive, it's just an intermissionBack to the second half of the feature flickDick stacks and fuck rap
[Pos]I had a name for makin paper since paper macheNow my dollar coins join pounds of yen for playWhile you broke niggaz reach drunk much quickerYou don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquorWent from God to God damn
[Redman]Damn God, you're killin itShould incorporate it, invest half a mil' in itRap cats talk with no will in it
[Pos]Soundin like they virtualThis joint'll hurt you, yo
[Dove]Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed(shhh shhh shh, shhhhh) They did a jobTook all my goodies out from under the tree, except the CD'sof shiny-suit rappers and flossin emceeswho fail at takin it to rhyme degrees
[Pos]Man, you know no wack poems get no play in our homesYou need to not get nappy with meOr 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 standsGo - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk-ass manGo - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!Yo, if you never been shot or stabbedBrick City go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke- oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
