em back to the hotel Motel, holiday, inn-fact, I'm gonna let you know Once again, that De La Soul is sure to show you We will hit the charter harder than
bob bob makin' ya bob It's that funky shit (in the woods) That be beyond understandin (in the woods) Yo we do it with the soul (in the woods) Timber (
, son sheep I can't cook but being a cook I'm servin' much to eat I got multiple stabs of jazzy Sassafrassy as I caught the fame of soul Years after
me to patrol Just another area That shows I got soul Just another area For me to patrol Just another area That shows I got soul I got soul, you see,
Thank you, and for my latest basket of cherries Here it goes, baby Mess up my mind, mess up my mind Mess up my mind wit the eye patch Mess up my mind
usually all worms But it's a must to decipher one's queen From a worm who plays groupie and spread around the bad germ I cherish the twilight I maximize, my soul
a gat But respect is clear crystal 'cause Millie got a pistol And she's down with me, wild, of most wild Born child to the old school legitimate soul
Превод: De La Soul. Intro - Buhloone Mindstate.
