Lyrics De La Soul – What The Fuck #3

Dove:
Aight, back to the «What the
BLEEP» portion of the tape
Umm, this song right here we recorded…

«De La Slow»:
It’s in
This is a «De La Slow,» type groove
Al’s on the board
He’s tired as hell
Prince Paul is out sleep
But it’s still «De La Slow»
Got a WRMS radio station, that’s «De La Slow»
We got a donut shop, that’s «De La Slow»
We got props, that’s «De La Slow»
And I gotta kick this rhyme, that’s «De La Slow»

Preacherman rocks that nobody can
So don’t get mad if you don’t understand
Tracks hold dirt yet no infections
Heads won’t swell cause we close a flow grip
Known as the madface through my teens
Never felt blue so I still wore jeans
The mighy mic cord plays the Plug One’s sword
Invert if you don’t want a hurt from a cut
There’s nowhere to go from the saint to the hoe
They mighta passed the bread so I have a lot of dough
So the love is the rule like my man Lenny Kravitz

Dove:
Bogus, how bogus can I
farting noise

inserted track ends

«What the, what the
BLEEP
was THAT!»
Yeah
toilet bowl noise
Kinda feel, good flushin that old, De La doo doo
Let’s move on to some new {shit}