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"View" is a track by De La Soul, from the album Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump, released 7th August 2000. The track is 3:56 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about De La Soul.
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Yo, we 'bout to get it (get it), get it (get it) Get it (get it), get on down (down), down (down) Yo, we 'bout to get it (get it), get it (get it) Get it (get it), get on down (down), down (down) Yo, we run it hot when we over the drums To the top 'cause the bottom we're from We got the drop on your weekend crew 'Cause you're full-time talkin' while we peepin' your view Rehoboth, you know my name I run my humbleness with fame God body, nothin' plain While you claimin' shepherd that you heard this, you Heard this on day first Watch my man, he'll make it worse Ain't no new click, we still Native Close-knit, stitched tight related That's the way we handle it Pin us up or mantle it We on fire you candlelit Daydreamin' on a rack Get bought, worn and brought back We sport rhyme thought real tight To gain sizes much bigger Live life well Get mail filled with checks from sales we deliver Spend a little, make a little I want it big like white boy wallets Credit delivered, Fed-Excellent To my dot com we on the web like Charlotte's Hornet, back her up, she too much on it Your plastic- get swiped Past the limit, see, you the type To get yo' cosmetics smeared on pillows all night We run it hot when we over the drums To the top 'cause the bottom we're from We got the drop on your weekend crew 'Cause you're full-time talkin' while we peepin' your view While we peepin' your view While we peepin' your view We got they eyes on lock Let them flock to your wit while I spit after you Look, ma, I'm still rhymin' Baby boy still providin' Breakin' bread in four states Makin' these struggles get gone Private eyes, I see y'all spyin' You watch while I clock Fertilize my brain data Makin' accounts grow green like the front lawns Yo, I may be old school But I'm not no old fool Heard out your mouth words flee 'Bout, "These- ain't nice" You just barbershop talkin' While we 'round the world walkin' B, you ain't D.M.c. You'll slip and fall on my ice No lyin', straight shinin' I give you supper from my upper diamond You got limbs so climb in Yo, soak up what you findin' We too pure for you to try You sniffin' maybe's and if's And if "if" was a spliff Man, we'd all be high But it's not, so sober up You flashin' out like you paparaz' You'll need to take a liver shot To feel the heat on how we runnin' it, yo We run it hot when we over the drums To the top 'cause the bottom we're from We got the drop on your weekend crew 'Cause you're full-time talkin' while we peepin' your view We run it hot when we over the drums To the top 'cause the bottom we're from We got the drop on your weekend crew 'Cause you're full-time talkin' while we, while we, while we While we lettin' you know I'm in a Certified rhyme meadow for days If you ask Mercenary 'bout this sh-, it pays Hit it Willie Mays style out the park Mastering in this art that's official Your ears absorb this like tears on a tissue 'Cause my thoughts are dollar bill crisp Distinct like E-Double's lisp L.I. Alumni, wonder why I got it Got it? Get a piece Got product that you all should own and not lease Some say drummers play synonymous with ill With wordplay that keep us all paid like a bill We're the parent company, you the sub in my D-I-vision
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