De La Soul Afro Connections At A Hi 5 lyrics

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Copy to Clipboard: POS: This is dedicated to all those hardcore acts.

DOVE: Yeah you know them brothers that we used to

look up to that fell the fuck off.

MASE: And now they doing all that are'n'be sh..(crocker!)

DOVE: You mean Rhthym and Blues?

DE LA SOUL: No! Rappin' Bullsh...

DOVE:

Connection A click what?

My dick chick

I smack a fish if you thinks

My connection ain't thick, dick

Headed like a punk whip

I travel miles with a rhythmic lip

I rock an Afro

In '83, gee, yo

And spray the sheen so I get a Soul Glow

I play the corner tough

And me and Mase pull puffs on a blunt

MASE:

Givin' high-five is what I want

So I puff a blunt, I don't front

I get spliffed, get a stiff

Then I go hump a stunt

Like a pimp pro

(Nah, man, a super ho)

That's cool 'cause I'm still an Afro bro

Yeah, I'm live for my life is hectic

Every hour, every minute, every second

I keep a level head and stay down to earth

'Cause I've been an Afro since birth

POS:

Yeah

Now I hold my crotch 'cause I'm top-notch

I run amok Sasquatch, and I like to eat live crab

I've got five beepers, you scab

But you can find me directly on the Ave

(You niggas cheat me, well who's that!)

My breath never smells wack

I eat the watermelon Tic-Tac

Before I kiss myself I always jump back

(Yo, gee, this track is stack)

(And you know that)

I do three flips

When a punk flip on my duke lifts

But I flex more strength when I'm asleep

On the other side with his main tapes

Make her dry her face, buy her gold earlocks

But I may, she flocks round me like a donut

She got sprinkles but I bite my way out

More brothers come about, try to scheme slick

But the Native Tongue's thick

Lick 'em real good, like a real hood should

But the fly tape let the car speakers shake

I ran a cop down, I smile a frown with a but

Show gold teeth, 'cause I ain't a vegetarian

Not scared of beef, sport a feather like Chief

Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads

'Cause I'm big-willed, blow off like a seal

'Cause connection with the Afro is real

DOVE:

I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss

Because it's tough to bluff a cab

No wonder Melle Mel is 'Rrrr-RAH!'

I play of tape of the son of La-di-da

My cousin Rilo sells blow, a G a day

Keeps his kids hooray, a size nine and half

I kicks my tricks, is to live for Island

I mug a mug vic, but I's cool, I self

With the quickness I bust the true slang

Show no pit to those who don't understand

MASE:

The Maseo got tailed with the big bail

I busted loose but now the blue goose is on my tail

I seen the ghetto go lower than it is

(He don't care, 'cause his nigga's selling crack to the kids)

My jeans are brand new, with twelve more

In the closet with my silk, and below

My 45 pack thick, draw quick

If a nigga starts some shibidibidit

My crib is uptown, downtown, L.I.

And another crib in Queens

I munch some cornbread, Boar's Head

My favorite porck chops and

A plate of collar greens

I chill with Shymel, Akeem, Jaheed

And the Rastafarians'll be the crown in

And the Poppa

But the connections are still a high-five

(Let's get busy)

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