Got a grind date to make, no time for sittin' And playin' XBox, stand up and exercise my rights As of by seen of through masta's eye It's the grind date
翻訳: デラソウル. グラインド日.
' got a grind date to make, no time for sittin' and playin' xbox, stand up and exercise my rights as of by seen of through masta's eye it's the grind date
Peace - this is Spike Lee A.k.a. Shelton Jackson Lee A.k.a. loving husband and father of Tonya and Satchel and Jackson I'm here with De La Soul A.k.a.
s where we is man [laughing] De La Soul, you done it again! De La Soul, you done it again! [laughing] De La Soul, you done it again! [laughing] Flava Flava, De La Soul
want the boom in the back of the truck Ain't nuttin the matter with a good dude havin a buck With that on my mind, I'm on the grind, it pays We break
seven box sets, reppin sixteen years This rap career ain't work, it's the life in-between bedtime 'til the next said time and date Know the name and salute
runs through my veins since cable with the wired remote Woodgrainin like you wired his float [Interlude: Ghostface] C'mon, Pretty Toney and De La Soul
[Dave] It's like, New York without a New York yanks Better yet, New York without the New York franks It's like hot summers without no A.C Or never hitting
Soul keeps rockin, the streets will keep rockin If the streets keep rockin, the Soul will keep rockin If the streets stop rockin, the Soul will keep rockin If the Soul
"And what we have is much more than they can see" [scratched: "ladies and gentlemen" - "here we go again"] [DJ Premier] No doubt, y'all care anymore
to these rappers Puff ponies 'til I turn blue in the lips Sippin broads like 7-Up (ahh) so refreshing I finger pop these verses like first dates to birthdates
a dame on a Bond flick, she's not the one To give it up 'til you cop shit Just because she's stacked right, she got your soul Her every wish you now obey
unite Woodstock and white folks involved Black man get on yo' job! "Well clap your hands to what he's doing On tempo Jack" [Chorus x2: De La Soul]
my money now Thinkin' back to when I was livin' foul I was runnin' wild, surviving 'cause I'm nine to five And even puttin' overtime if I had to grind
nigga pull my number If it wasn't for the Bone Thug fam' In this world where nobody don't give a damn But I'm still a man Got a soul program I'ma pump
(Verse 1) Yeah... Like this (like this) Ima drink this henn, Ima keep this grin, but if you look at nina closly im tryina contain this beast within.
