Artist: De La Soul Album: and the Anonymous Nobody... Song: Whoodeeni Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com {Your music m-m-means-means everything-thing to you...} [Posdnuos] Bullet bring the gun, why pull it? (Why pull it?) Shoot words to see who's full of it (Uh-huh) We from the same place, land of the game face Plug signs on the jackets Give props, yo, like a Prop Joe package It's illegal How those kids can come from out of the slums and live so regal (What else?) Lose it all on a prayer to the ego (What else?) Before the loss we earn for the cause (Yep) Toast to the life though my liver won't endorse (Yep) Currently in time and my enzymes are in sync to digest the brink of Armageddon (C'mon) The bedding's over the mattress we lay with the actress For social media to swallow us Watch them rap peers who don't reply back Cause they think we gonna snatch up their Twitter followers (Awwww~!!) That's some female-type foolery (Sure is!) And your females like glue to it (Sure is!) She know it, the scent of a poet Police buy restraint to cover all the angles (Got it covered, yo) The opera of operations Scene One got you and your crew all confident with courage We'll be there, jump in your square, wreck it You be like "Check it, they stretched the shit into rectangles, DAAAAAMN!" [Chorus: in tune of "Freaks Come Out At Night" by Whodini] Dance, break, get out your seat (Whoo-deeni) Show me that you deserve to be a freak (Whoo-deeni) Get loose y'all, work it out now (Whoo-deeni) Everybody, everybody get down (Whoo-deeni) (Whoo-deeni, Whoo-deeni) [2 Chainz] Yeaaaaaaaaah... 2 CHAAAAAAINZ~! Born institutionalized My homie from N.O. found his crib with the roof on the side FEMA askin for an address, but ain't no mailbox Nothing left to do out here but to sell rocks (yea) Now they got cellphones inside of the cell blocks (yea!) And my cousin on parole cause he sold Glocks My cousin that sold stock Told you we have more soul than James Brown Wearin a gold watch that obviously don't work Used to go home and rob niggaz for homework See if the chrome work Might call your girl to see if my phone work I'm a hood star and the trophy's a gold vert Mouth full of gold teeth Niggaz might end up obsolete if I'm fo' deep Real nigga 4-L, bed full of new sheets Bedroom flo' filled up with the loose leafs (money!) This is a war zone, me and a two-piece Put another head on 'em and make it a new piece (tell 'em) She be like "ooh-wee", I be like "ooh-wee" I love myself so much I'm a groupie Everybody know my verses is Pookie Had 'em all strung out like it's a drug house When I'm in the booth I'm MJ with his tongue out When I'm in the booth I'm Kanye with a gun out Run in your mom house Then I'ma lean sideways and burn out (HAA!) All natural, I hope you got the perm out Woo~! I've been straightenin that shit New niggaz came and tried to hate on that shit I'ma use it now, I ain't waitin on shit [Chorus] [Dave] Yo, big drawers, where the big drawers at? I got a case of the little head controllin the big head thinkin Played Honest Abe in the back of a Lincoln Chopped down a cherry, American Pie varied Next day she was on my Snapchat sextin Had her bunny hoppin a quick ten seconds Dear Lord, forgive a nigga, I've been down with doubt Had the frog legs, now I'ma knock this piggie out (GRR!) Now Dave like to cuddle, but Dave don't play that Like Dave had the ring - listen, Dave ain't say that (Nah!) Courtships to door steps for gettin ass And if it's one of my broads, keep your feet off the grass Size 11 the gas Mash that potato 'til we lay in the grass She mellow like it's a picnic If she the mermaid, give her the fish stick First class flight, shoot her out to the district - wait Cancel the stallion, hold your horses Kickstart your life and cut your losses (Cut your losses!) Look how we did 'em, ma, your boy still got it I quit drinkin, I quit the narcotics Life's a bitch, but she seein a therapist This hip-hop done really took care of us, huh? We got stoops and Van der Rohes to sit on Bitcoins, Vivian Maier's to bid on But we cautious Never undermine the hate and turn the spell on your evil forces (Work!) But this ain't the cha-cha two-step (Work!) Been a rider ever since the Schwinn gooseneck The buck stops here, ain't no "who's next" [Chorus]