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"Come On Down (feat. Flavor Flav)" is a track by De La Soul, from the album The Grind Date, released 3rd October 2004. The track is 5:02 long. It's filed under Dance. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about De La Soul.
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Look man, you're bothering me G! I got shit to do right now, aight? This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm saying? Word up, I got shit to do, you test tube baby! Check one two, check one two De La Soul is now back on the map Long Island is now back on the map Good rap music is now back on the map Yo, check one two This is the voice of yours truly, the Flavor Flav And I just want y'all to know, we ain't going nowhere Old school is here to stay, boy! On the outskirts of what works Live those who goals are broke, murked to get murked Live by the sword and die by the semi Not part of my ways to stay right in my NY mentality for me to be the best The current, the ones who weren't Pressed to confess lies over hot joints To sell to all who wanna hear some Youngins these days got bodyproof eardrums! They don't give a shit who's hot Just long as you're not pussy and be the would-be king But one's crown, the same one'll pull you down And what makes the world go round! And I be the world renowned, wonder why? Wondering why you can't stand me Is it because I'm the main jackson? And y'all just Tito's and Randy Yes it is! Bless the kid who hold his own head and expect to last At the same time I want respect and cash And a few paragraphs in them books Telling you how a Native Tongues made hits with no hooks Rapped and every prefix since gave birth to rap remixes back in '88 No disrespect to Diddy, just setting it straight Instead of zigzagging, got a degree in bragging My daughter says I'm a teen, cause like a teen My pants always sagging and I walk with a bop The sack's part of my time, I walk from my pop No longer on time, he was never on loud But cooked rhymes to make the Chef Raoul proud I'm top cloud to rain on your show And still anything goes when it comes to hoes because... Houston (come on), New York (come on) Detroit (come on), come on down! Miami (come on), L.A. (come on) Vegas (come on), come on down! Boston (come on), Tucson (come on) Long Island (come on), come on down! C.A. (come on), Portland (come on) Chi-Town (come on), come on down! Make you shake like sunshine, nigga she was once mine Had bottom in her drawers and used to hit it from the mids Fix the playground player or some kids'll come stomp In your sandbox, swollen hands cocked back No knives, no drama, no guns No disrespecting you see to my dukes I puke rhyme in your lap, take a sniff Of these fricassee raps on Caribbean riffs See last night's change was today's dough money No time for your freestyles to roll money No more wack albums with two joints No more ball playing rappers to shoot you two points No more No more G, cause I'm sick of your hip-hop! Your flows bore like seashores with no bitches Switch-hitting niggas will receive no pitches No diamonds on the field, just keep the game real Simple, see the God's flow is healthy Wealth in the mind is like money in the bank Exchange cash like thoughts in conversation Thank you for your purchases we dole out And roll out the Kool-Aid colored coffin See this pimp strut ain't really pimping, I'm trying to catch the bus Crushed food ain't got shit on Coke Crush We Dolly Dolly babies cause we shoot the cats Back to the Future rap with Doc Brown shotgunning it And tani holds your whole style and start running it You dudes fiddle while we stay on the cello Mush in your room son, we stay portobello Can't settle for the same picket white fence I got dreams of Bob Wine from the Factory's Park Still push the truck with the Factory's Park I'm bound to wreck the whip and turn the sherm south, make them shout! D.C. (come on), Oakland (come on) UK (come on), come on down! Waterman (come on), Silverado (come on) B-More (come on), come on down! Memphis (come on), Utah (come on) Jersey (come on), come on down! Atlanta (come on), Brooklyn (come on) Philly (come on), come on down! Yeah that's right, Flavor Flav with De La Soul Act bold and we knock you straight up in the hole You know what I'm saying? Six feet deep, that's the way that we keep rolling You know what I'm saying? Operation tank sensation in the nation Ready to take it to Penn Station, you know what I'm saying? Yeah, hahaha Long as one is, that's where we is man, haha De La Soul, you done it again! De La Soul, you done it again, haha De La Soul, you done it again, haha Flavor Flav, De La Soul, you done it again! Personally my, my, my strategy when it comes down to my work ethic I mean it's simple, just be the best, you know what I'm saying? To be the best, the first, the only one in the game That's gonna do it for years and years man It's like, you know, how you gonna say That we're not at the top of the game? The top of the game niggas is the one That's producing throughout their career!
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