De La Soul - Oooh (Official Music Video) [HD] ft. Redman

Listen/Stream - Facebook - Instagram - Twitter - TikTok - @wearedelasoul Website - *** Lyrics Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled (word) 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) 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? Yo, it’s the squeeze of five fingers, puffin’ Smokey the Bear Shinin’ black like Darth Vader caps, they on stare 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 God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique It went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh It ain’t my fault your ass is on the asphalt (’phalt) 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’ (yo) Man, my topic of talk is sheddin’ shame all over your game Like them shorties who claim that Afrocentric lovin’ is the past drug (what?) A life filled with (guns) that’s what thugs love Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choice While it muffles your voice 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 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 Yo, I got niggas in the streets that’ll blast your ass for the shine And get, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Yo, if you a fat chick gettin’ your fuck on tonight Then go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you’re lovin’ our sound Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Yo, and to my broke niggas on the corner holdin’ me down Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Yo, I swear Tommy gon’ 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 (uh-huh) Big money’s make the big decisions Keep Hip Hop alive, it’s just an intermission (yeah) Back to the second half of the feature flick Dick stacks and fuck rap I had a name for makin’ paper since papier-mâché (come on) Now my dollar coins join pounds of Yen for play While you broke niggas reach drunk much quicker You don’t make enough bread to soak up all your liquor Went from God to Goddamn Damn, God, you’re killin’ it Should incorporate it, invest half a mil’ in it Rap cats talk with no will in it (uh-huh) Soundin’ like they virtual This joint’ll hurt you, yo ’Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed (shh, shh, shh, shh) They did a job (shit) Took all my goodies out from under the tree, except the CD’s (word up) Of shiny suit rappers and flossin’ emcees Who fail at takin’ it to rhyme degrees Man, you know them whack poems get no play in our homes (nah, man) You need to not get nappy with me Or else we gon’ relax your mind, let your conscious be free Yo, where my Wall Street niggas, if ya up in the stands Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh To my women that’ll throw they hands against they punk-ass man Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed Brick City go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah (too smoked) Yeah Right now they call me, Hardcore Motherfucker Hey, Hip Hoppers, tired of that old trend of ghostwriters? Well, here’s the newest sensation that’s sweepin’ the nation Ghost Weed, Ghost Weed Hey ballers, ballettes, thugs, chickenheads Take a listen to how Ghost Weed Will help you kick it like your favorite rapper Just a couple of hits and it’s gangster Watch how we secretly sabotaged this cypher with Ghost Weed nah, just, step back off (Let me get some) I got Pharoahe Monch, I’ma do it (Yo, you gonna fuck that shit up, man) I got that kid like, whoa I’m sayin’, uh Yo, you need to take some more, son Yo, I take another hit (Ghost Weed) (oh, shit, ah) (That’s that fire shit, yo) Yo, y’all gonna let me get busy though, real quick? (Yo, alright) I wanna, I wanna hear you rhyme (y’all gon’, y’all gon’) You might sound nice ’cause I’m high now but (you wanna hear me rhyme? Uh) Check my ad lib, uh Yeah, aight word, yeah, okay, yeah (word) I’m ready, drop that beat (alright) #DeLaSoul #Oooh #HipHop50