De La Soul Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Chanel No. Fever Lyrics

(Play it for me) 

(Kick it!) 

(The mic men are back okay) 

DE LA SOUL: 

Girls girls girls girls 

These girls I do adore 

Walking down the street watchin' ladies 

Aaow watchin'... 

MASE: 

Hold up hold up let's give it to the Mack Daddy 

over to the left... 

JEFF: 

Pity pity pity pity wack wack wack 

A moo moo moo a jumping jack 

Rock this is brain now I'm one step over 

Respect your parents, they're pushovers 

Chasing my fun like the IRS 

My girl's too young to have big breasts 

For a good time we chill by the mall 

I tell her tales, some small some tall 

Why, how you got peanuts, pecans, 

I wipe her cheek, she grabs my hand 

I have a curfew, she says to me 

I'll take you home, look hon, you'll see 

The deed was done and I thought to myself 

Jeff, you're the mack and no-one else 

(Jeff, I told you, my name is Jeff) 

The astronomical wiz, dazzler of the showbiz 

Kids of the new biz for you 

Don't try to solve it, just involve yourself 

In this deadly De La dialogue 

Yo, I smell black fog 

POS: 

That's right, me and Mase blew it to clear your ass straight out of 

this 

sector. This is De La Soul 

wax! 

MASE: 

So wait until your own piece of wax come out! 

LUCKY: 

Yo, is this true? Is Jeff really coming out with his own song? And if 

he 

do, will he have the 

decency to 

change his name to a suitable public speaker? Yo, I don't know, but 

bring in that funky 

astronomical piano 

For this is the take-off man Luck signing off