Ic Yall Lyrics by De La Soul

Ic Yall Lyrics

    Yeah!

    [busta rhymes]
    Ha ha ha-hah ha-hah ha, ha-hah ha-hah ha
    Ha ha flipmode y'all, whatchu talkin bout?
    De la y'all, whatchu talkin bout?
    Whatchu talkin bout?

    [dove]
    Yo, you gettin stomped by the marching band
    Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot)
    It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh!)
    Ace ban rap, the place the wasteland
    Bit y'all in my mouth, but you taste bland
    I feel fake niggaz and mince these snake niggaz
    That hiss but won't bite - false alarm
    And if it don't +rockwild+ we fin' to drop a bomb
    (word up) +strong+ grip on a mic like we +stretch arm+
    I been shine, you been warned and been torn
    Get smacked for the b.s. you been on
    Storm bad weather/whether or not you stay scorned
    For ten years i've baked shit like hot potato
    Rhymes still drippin like stu-b's, you groupies
    Need to show i.d. before the bust down
    Touched down the god put 7 to your zippo
    And drop it on you heavy like a hippo
    (now you heard that?)

    Chorus: busta rhymes

    To all my dogs all the way in the back, ready to black
    I.c. y'all (see y'all) i.c. y'all
    Ladies get down shake yo' ass around, i hope you know that
    I.c. y'all (see y'all) i.c. y'all
    To all my soldiers on the corner i.c. y'all (see y'all)
    Women doin what they wanna i.c. y'all
    To them people gettin pulled over i.c. y'all (see y'all)
    I.c. y'all (see y'all) wouldn't wanna be y'all

    [pos]
    It's the one and only effect, that you catch from a cassette
    Straight wig out the world and girls we straight dig out ya back
    With letters spellin out my name
    All over your marquee, cause the spark is me
    Currently we can be seen across your screen
    Stayin wide-eyed cause you niggaz tryin to scheme
    Welcome to the spot - i'm slaying with it
    Chop it up and fit it inside your quart of rice
    You speak ghetto falsetto on the mic device
    Tryin to give me third degree, you just a third of me
    Couldn't be the shit if you were a turd of me
    A man tight with my funds, crush like ricky d
    Who quoted vance wright - no one can serve us!
    My squad advance heights quite superb
    Just kick off your shoes - jump on the jock
    It's been a long time comin this you need to cop!

    Chorus

    [busta rhymes]
    It goes one (one) two (two) three (three) four (four)
    Bounce so much i ricochet up off the floor (floor)
    So raw shit the most raw you ever saw
    Quarter after four, niggaz quick to bust the back door
    Baby - open your blouse while i joust another nigga's spouse
    Quick jamaican dick style all in they house
    I practice to be the all access, you see the fact is
    My mouth dirty, so follow while i display the slackness
    Yo, you see my slang talk straight from the slums
    When i was young, moms put soap on my tongue, and yo-yo
    Forever we gettin this cheddar with the quickness
    While i cast the spell on these bitches, you can be my eyewitness
    Short fuse, nowadays langston hughes
    We gettin money with whoever - even the jews
    The way we finagle and gain it must be all in my shoes
    Fuck a nigga up with de la like (?) can amuse

    Chorus

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