My Writes Lyrics by De La Soul

My Writes Lyrics

    {*ad libs for the first 30 seconds*}

    [dove]
    Yo - who hold guns and rock ice bigger than life;
    Got bitches throwin they drawers on stage - that ain't me!
    I raise kids, push whips, piss an mc
    Love money like i love my moms
    Love my nigga com sense when he bang dents all up in they wallets
    Wall to wall bullshit i got hardwood floors
    Set sail for tour ever since eighty-nine
    So y'all are fuckin the same hoes who used to be mine

    [tash]
    And i've been waitin three summers to rhyme longside my people
    Rico, de la, inject you with the lethal
    Dose of hop-hippin if you thought catash was slippin
    Then put that drink down, you drunk off what you sippin
    Catash put the dip in dip dive socialize
    Fuck around with me and next you'll find yo' crib burglarized

    [xzibit]
    Yo you better recognize and try to analyze this
    Hand over fist - how can a man act like a bitch?
    Change and switch, snitch on his crew
    Yo get rid of the niggaz before the same thing happen to you

    [pos]
    And they'll leave your ass sticky like glue
    Blood leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out
    Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin deez nuts
    Smugglin these cuts from s.c., you best be-
    -lieve there's no web or leave a net
    We done swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo

    Chorus: all together

    What you know about my writes? (my writes)
    What you know about what's weak, what's tight?
    And what you know about an off night? (uhh)
    What you know about niggaz frontin for the light?
    And what you know about them gun fights? (gun fights)
    Got a nigga duckin while them girls show fright
    What you know about my writes? (my writes)
    Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)

    [xzibit]
    Yeah, yeah, look
    I'm samson without delilah, the soul survivor
    The drunk driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake
    Chop it up with the family, wash it down with alcohol
    My telly's a desert eagle for all the fuckin shots i called
    My niggaz gotta ball, never settle for less
    Heavy metal, heavy on yo' chest like two breasts
    Step into my office cause it's time for you to roll somethin
    One false move, and we gon' beat you like you stole somethin

    [pos]
    Yo these style i kick should be called ?? rap
    Drawin the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause i want it
    They stomach what i throw, they know i'm right for they diet
    They librarian flow keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh)
    The love i lost outweighs the rhymes i gain
    But the fact that i spit 'em makes me cherish the name
    So pass the mic so i can put in my share
    I rip it from home to l.a.
    With connectin flights to rip it elsewhere

    [j-ro]
    Drinkin up black & tan in the back of a van
    I learned as a young man - long trip, piss in a can
    Gettin a house for two grand, now you got your own land
    Let your mind expand, everyday have a plan
    Ro-gram is rare earth, swingin black tarzan
    You got to live with the cards dealt in yo' hand
    Stay young like peter pan, like sly, take a stand
    And go uptown saturday night like ichiban

    [dove]
    I keep it dirty like under the bed (dirty)
    Dirty like uncle red; aiyyo, (??) (??)
    Dirty brown likwit flow thicker than the yoo-hoo
    Dirt you dishin out, chef tellin it all
    Face down in the dirt, doin my dirty work
    Expert, tryin to regulate my network
    Head jerk, spice it with rice, stick with it
    If they ask who cut the grits i'ma say e-swift did it

    Chorus w/ minor variations

    [tash]
    And i've been known to get it on, past the break of the dawn
    Tash'll punch you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
    (c'mon!) you makin diss songs? spit that rhyme my way
    I can shut y'all niggaz down like the y-2-k
    I did a tour in ninety-four with de la soul and tribe
    We on the same vibe, cause real niggaz coincide
    ("right-right-right..") the situation is drastic
    But see songs like these is why this album goin classic

    [j-ro]
    This is for the dj, bring it back one time
    I drop bombs like when my moms told me to rhyme
    I'm - old school like my dad is
    So add this, to your collect', plug won - who the baddest?

    [pos]
    Aiyyo we theme park status, upstage these niggaz like gladys
    Them little pips, they done tripped the wire
    Blamin they legs, while i'm claimin these tunes
    In this we'll stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms

    [xzibit]
    Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real from the plastic
    And i gotta say no names
    Play no games, hit the switches, crack the frame
    Show no shame or fuck it all up, take the blame
    Brand name fresh out the box type hustle
    Manpower success is mind over muscle
    Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the loss
    I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss
    Nailed to the cross it's time to return
    My only concern is makin sure that hollywood burn,
    Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass niggaz
    Is all up in the game and don't deserve to be down

    [j-ro]
    Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick back
    De la, xzibit and tha liks came to get that
    And what you know about us droppin ya
    And leavin you with half a face like the phantom of the opera?

    Chorus w/ minor variations

    [chorus extended]
    Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)
    Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)

    [tash]
    You got the right to shut the fuck up! {*laughing*}

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