De La Soul: Ego trippin (Part three)

(Once again my friend the funky beat has hold and we going on down to the A.M. for you and your friend, sounds here tough on the ear, You know that, coming at you so loud and clear so you have no fear we got the voice of the people's choice, the man with the plan who's got the the groove that makes you move, take your body higher, set your soul on fire, playing so dance to the beat and move your feet, top performers cold hardcore music deejays....) (Ego trip, ego trip, taking a train to the ego trip) POS: Johnny fever, I won't catch I'm Mr. Shockin' body rockin' finger pop I never stop That means I run it to the break 'Cause I'm a sugar blizzard I'll blow you like a chicken and stab you in your gizzard Nah nah, let me back that up I think I'll freakin' shoot ya Parlay and smoke a L with my honey for the future Man, I'm happy as can be 'cause I got my OE Nah nah, let me back that up, let me back that up Johnny fever, I won't catch I'm Mr. Shockin' body rockin' finger pop I never stop That means I run it to the break 'Cause I'm a sugar blizzard So when I come girls run the tongue like a lizard Yo, my style was created from the tapes of boys and girls Who had the second generation dubs of crews at Harlem World Like the Fearless, the Crush, the Furious Where I transform to the physical in the Latin Quarters I was curious to how Kris and Scott blew the stage Back then I didn't know you kept the ego front page I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page Like my man from Black Moon when he enters the stage I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page DOVE: I got seventeen kids who speak to peak rhythms And they all know I didn't come to make any sense I heard Mikey Roads bust licks like "Hey ma, what's for dinner?", spit cuss like a winner Malibu down 'cause they can't see the standard I clown Bundles and bags is sniffin' like Dragons (ow) and dragons (oww!) and dragons (OOWW!!) Hit the pit stop on the corner 'cause I see brothers flaggin' Party on the moon but first I gots to spoon It's wiggle your ass man, you made the jam jiggle like Whoomp, not that, ain't it? I hit the elephant Damn, Super Lover Man, your shit look thick But first things first I'm gonna take it to the sea The Chattanooga champ is gonna take it to the sea I'm the employer, you're my employee You gots to bust your ass for the cash money Double on a bobo, Mr Bartender Got to make this tree look pretty tonight I'm on a kite, never trippin' on the ego You know how we go, if I had a million bucks I'd go buy me an Amigo, a house and a pinball machine Slip myself some Spanish Fly and wet dream Amazing how I zoom to the pervert mode You wanna know why, you ask me why (Why you trippin'?) (Good love, good love) You wanna know why, you ask me why (Why you trippin'?) (Good love, good love) You wanna know why, you ask me why (Why you trippin'?) (Good love, good love) Do you wanna know why, you ask me why POS: Well you wanna know why, I'll tell you why Classic example of a date rape Check the moves in the laces so the shoes won't fake Standing on the bread, honey take the moves to the head DOVE: Nah nah nah, just sit to this permanent 'Cause I'm a never movin', I clown it like Get down, get down on the illegitimate Yes I am the Chattanooga I know this girl named Joelle, her mama drives a Cougar POS: Ay yo, I flaunt gets way beyond the bets Little girl be cheesin' when I'm twirling her barrettes I'm entering through the centre in 'cause she sweats Now her Mister needs to see if my construction can be kept I run it back to when I had Millie in the sack Where she did the nothing 'cause her father showed her something I ain't frontin', I'm mashing all the comp 'cause I'm thorough Like crack, that's here to clear the inner city boroughs But jump inside your mind so there's no escapism Yo, De La Soul is here to stay like racism You wack-ass rappers, they don't take much to see If you don't sync with my mental What the fuck makes you think you can touch me? Well anyway, I'm levelling the masses, which gets me asses Now tell me who be the tramp Hey yo honey, what the fuck you riffin' about? Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out Hey yo honey, what the fuck you riffin' about? Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out (Lesson three, lesson three, lesson three, lesson three) (Ego trip, ego trip, ego trip, ego trip) (What you want, nigga, what you want)