De La Soul: 360 (Oh yeah)

Come on, yeah Yo I'm from L I fella, vison had you tune into my figgida Microphone is mobile Holding mic's is slow while I be just day dreaming Drop for like, nine months, and rock from backyards to fronts Who wants to live the gutter life, we got sidewalks to walk, baby I need a chick with big potatoes to mash, baby Hang like parachutes, I've been floating for years Went from rapping in cars to rapping careers One beer, two beers, I got the gift like Santa I go from NY to DC, and down to Atlanta Make you fly like propellor, we be down in the cellor What I guess you call the basement, cause thats where all the bass went When we turn it up a notch, old school like Ed Kotch Toss my foot up in the air and grab my crotch Who am I? Michael, keep the music on a cycle So we can finish up and flow in your fro (?) Word out This is called frozen style Shatter your teeth style Freeze like artic style y'all Come on Check it out I'm the P to the O to the S Known to pinpoint the flow to the chest So wear your vest, wiggle your thighs and your breast on Vanessa Had to sneak it cause my minds(?) kept me under pressure As the Sun appears to rise and set Some cats live for the hood cause it's as good as it gets But my plot is much thicker, I move it much quicker Three-hundred and sixty mile to the P H So I'm balanced, not a fella to fall Connecting the dots, I got two propellors in all Went from ghetto to the metal Seen all degrees of hot, and froze when I was not Like lot, my lady threw salt in the game Invested cheese in the mouse who sent pork into fame Now you hear my name being screamed on the ride of life It's too late to get of, to get off We in the house y'all, we in the house y'all We about to get evicted, there ain't no lights or liquid The bills ain't paid and last week we had a raid Cause we partied too much cause that's my family's trade Envited all of my folks, and yo all my folks stayed They tried to silence our shit, but we just pushed up the fade Side back to charge a dollar, hadn't got paid And called on the band and got stupid when the keyboard played (talking in backround) Keeping funny with the Propellerheads y'all Now listen I'm here to usher the pain with no relief But still get the "Great Scott, are you a thief?" "Seems like you got a mouth full of gold.." records Sorry for that, platinum plat soon to come Till then propellor got me working the drum For a three(?) to notify the five O for the fumble I hear you want to rumble on the mic, so check it out How you want it, I got it -- Oh Yeah?