Digital Underground Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Fool Get A Clue Lyrics

A little high belongs to you . . . 

 Yeah getting high off the soup (drink it up) 

A little high belongs to me . . . 

 Top rhyming's how we're coming with the loop (sip it down) 

A little high belongs to you . . . 

 A dab of this dab of that not too heavy on the garlic (take it 

easy) 

A little high belongs to me . . . 

 With just a touch of oregano . . . 

Now everybody's funking but they don't know how 

They wasn't down back when the bull funked the cow 

But the chest of the cow was vestless 

So the stank from the D-thang bang left the breathless 

Oregano flow 

Don't waste your time sticking out your chest, for no 

Reason: its the season for the lovely flow: 

The 'D', we're sick enough of stress, let it go 

Now follow as I slip into the butter melody 

This is the part I take your heart and leave your vision blurry 

So try to focus on my dope 

And I suggest you invest in a telescope; 

As I'm kicking hella rhythm, move closer to your television 

Catch a look just like a hooker catch j-izm 

Even with bifocals for your ears, you still couldn't see me though 

As I flavour up this vide' like oregano: 

Slinging them nouns and verbs 

You couldn't see me with binoculars 

I guess I'm kind of different cause I do love them hoes 

Only not the same way that I love my niggaroes 

Cause I love it when they say something fly 

The ill caps make me laugh till I cry 

Some fries and some freaks and it's on, all night long 

I love to see my homies living strong 

But that cook with the cloudy cookbook 

rained salt on another brother's sunny day 

I wonder are we really happy here with this lonely G game we play 

A little high belongs to you . . . 

- Yeah, getting high off the soup, (drink it up) 

A little high belongs to me . . . 

- Top rhyming's how we're coming with the loop, (sip it down) 

A little high belongs to you . . . 

- A dab of this, dab of that, not too heavy on the garlic, (take it 

easy) 

A little high belongs to me . . . 

- With just a touch of oregano . . . 

Now everybody's looking but they cannot see 

The 'D' because we're future and we're too slippery 

You know we're coming with oregano flow 

Don't waste your time sticking out your chest, for no 

Reason it's the season for the lovely flow: 

The 'D', we're sipping off the stress, let it go, let it go 

Top rhyming's how we're coming with the loops . . . 

Oregano, baby, oregano 

A little high belongs to you . . . 

- Yeah, my soup'll get you high, (drink it up) 

A little high belongs to me . . . 

- Top rhyming's how we're coming, bye-bye 

A little high belongs to you . . . 

A little high belongs to me . . .