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De La Soul - Lovely How I Let My Ego Trippin' Mind Float (feat. Shortie No Mas & Biz Markie)
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Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
De La Soul
De La Soul
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kelvin Mercer
Kelvin Mercer
Komponist:in
David Jude Jolicoeur
David Jude Jolicoeur
Komponist:in
Vincent Mason
Vincent Mason
Komponist:in
Paul Huston
Paul Huston
Komponist:in
Marcel Hall
Marcel Hall
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
De La Soul
De La Soul
Produzent:in
Prince Paul
Prince Paul
Produzent:in
Bob Power
Bob Power
Mischtechniker:in
Gerard Julien
Gerard Julien
Ingenieur:in
Brad Schmidt
Brad Schmidt
Ingenieur:in
FLAM
FLAM
Ingenieur:in
Ken Quartarone
Ken Quartarone
Ingenieur:in
Mikael Ifversen
Mikael Ifversen
Ingenieur:in
Brian Sperber
Brian Sperber
Ingenieur:in
Eric Gast
Eric Gast
Ingenieur:in
Jope Warda
Jope Warda
Ingenieur:in
Hoover Le
Hoover Le
Ingenieur:in

Letras

[Intro]
I was born in the Boogie Down cat scan, where my building—
Nah, I'm not even going for that this time
You got to kick that new stuff
You ain't been out for years
Why you gon' be actin' like that on this track?
Kick some old funk joint like this
Ah
[Verse 1]
You know P-O-S-D-N-U-O-S
Usually the reason for a cardiac arrest
So back off you silly hardcore wannabes
Plug'll fly to blow that ass from the ground like stacks of leaves
Check the sleeves
Not a trick when sniffin' in my word 'cause
Only practice makes a real jam
Heard
I'm just a man without the man content
'Cause my tan been sittin' in my DNA plan
I'm a rap fan who never saw Bam rock the parks in the Bronx
Yet, I still snap skulls in the dark
I can raise mad hands in the sky without a tool
Which requires a clip to play a **** for a fool
I be the blessed cheer for an upset ear
Who had to hear "Say ho" forty times
'Cause I'm
So fresh
Yep, you heard it from the one of many queens
Who dissed The Educated Rapper when I was just a teen
Back then, fame was just a dream
But now I be the physical scream, shoving speaks for weeks
And as for the girls like the Crew that Crash, I adore
So let's put the chorus through the floor
Girls, girls, girls, girls, reach out and clap your hands
I be the fabulous man, so just play the fabulous fan
And bring the breeze, bring the breeze
[Chorus]
Ro- rock it, don't stop it
Gotta rock it, don't stop
I gotta rock it, don't stop it
Gotta rock it, don't stop
I gotta rock it, don't stop it
Gotta rock it, don't stop
I gotta rock it, just don't stop it
Gotta rock it, don't stop
[Verse 2]
It's the Biz Markie as you can see
You know I got more rhymes than Muhammad Ali
That's why I rock the mic and I'm in control
This is a rhyme dedicated to De La Soul
I'm the M-izza, M-izza, M-izza, A, A, R
R-R-izza, R-izza, R-izza, K, K
I'm not Jack, Jill, John or the Marvin Gaye
But hey, I rock the mic and I'll break your day
The B-I-Z, the M-izza A-R-K-I-with the E
And every record that I make, I'm rockin' history
Hey, you know me as the man that go "Ah, ah, oh, oh"
It don't matter 'cause you know I got pull
I rock the microphone down, I'm rockin', got the town
I do a dooga, dooga, dooga with the funky sound
Hey, hey, you know it's me, the original B
The hip, the hop, I rock the microphone and I do, G
Hey, they want me go crazy, they want me go nuts
They want me rock the funky rhymes for the big ol' butts
No, um, I got to do what I could do, what I could do
'Cause I'm down with the rhythm of the De La crew
Native Tongue, gotta give a shout to my man Tip
Bound to wreck your body and rock the ship
So check me out without a doubt, you like the way
That I could rock it to the rhythm with all the blasé
M-izza A, R, R, R-izza, K
The man-appointed rap king of rock, break of day
Hey, 'member in Long Island when I used to kick
Yo, I gotta stop, gotta stop
Stop
Quick
[Chorus]
I gotta rock it, don't stop it
Gotta rock it, don't stop
I gotta rock it, don't stop it
Gotta rock it, don't stop
I got the rock it, don't stop it
Gotta rock it, don't stop
Gotta rock it, don't stop it
Gotta rock it, don't stop
[Verse 3]
Hey, see ya tomorrow, it's the early bird
Silly Chattanooga got the shits for your curb
What's a million bucks if your life is disturbed?
Who's in the shade if you're picking up the third
Listen, duck, duck goose, watch the cockle-doo with 'Nuos
'Cause ain't no stiff behavin' when you're David
Mister Party Maker but only to my peers
You could say "My ****" but my daughter's open ears
So put a sticker on it, and dig it, doggone it
Respects to the Biz 'cause he is who he is
Let me catch my pace, give me sugar, Mase
Oh, you're just so ridiculous
I gots to move it like a U-Haul, give me a call
7-8-9, oh shit, that's my behind
Lovely how I let my mind float
Now I'ma take my bad ass home 'cause I'm a goat
Written by: David Jude Jolicoeur, Kelvin Mercer, Marcel Hall, Paul Huston, Prince Rogers Nelson, Vincent Mason
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