de la soul - set the mood
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Now check it (sup?)
Let me set the mood here aight? (Yeah aight cool)
We gonna, set it off with In-dee-dee, dee-dee-dee, -deed
(Yeah that's right) You know la-la-la-la-ladies first and all that
(That's right ladies first) so peep it, you see this girl
Who been poppin' mad ish about you (aha)
So I want you to get into it a little bit
I want you to cru-cru-cru-crush that?
I was sittin' on my lunch break, grittin' my teeth
It's the last day of the week, man what a relief
My arms are sore as hell, I felt rigid and stiff
So I turned around and I rolled this big fat spliff
That's when I seen her, steppin' out a rented yellow Beemer
This local ghetto fame rap cat her name was Tina
She was braggin' she was goin' on tour
The same ish she was screamin' since the year before
Ever since the De La Soul video, she seen me on the TV
Heard that she was holdin' a grudge and tryin' to see me
Workin' underground circuits and mad cyphers of people
When she asked who was ill, all she got was Indeed
She wanna battle (what?) And it wasn't hard to tell
All that I was thinkin' 'bout was tryin' to smoke my L
I had four hours left and I was tired as hell
Plus it was 12:55 almost time for the bell
She had an ill screwface mug, fronting like she's no joke
Gangsta bitch profile, boppin' like her leg broke
Forty-below Timbos, fatigues saggin'
Pullin' all her money out her pocket while she's braggin'
On her gold fronts with her name on it
Her ice finger roll hand g-low while she claim fame on it
I peeped the steez, then I crushed her with ease
Just for interruptin' me while I was rollin' my trees
Aight? (Whoo!) that ish was bla-bla-bla, bla-blaze! (word)
Now we gon' se-se-set, se-set this one up
For my man Mercenary (aight aight yo let's do this)
Yo (whassup?) I don't want you to make it like a story or nothin' (aight)
I just want-want, want want-want
Want you to come on some straight rhy-rhy-rhyme
Rhy-rhy, rhy-rhme ish, rip a nigga in his ass!
And let him know how we do it, y-y-y'know?
Now Maseo puff cheeba, while Rich sniff lines
David J push the whip while Candy Cal pull dimes
And me right behind, with the shorty gettin' her math
To do the Savion routine and just, tap that ass
Still the one who kill wackness, man I left them niggas crippled
Had 'em all soft to hard back to soft like a nipple
My Art is Official while you're artificial
Break you down to your very last participle
Let me enlighten you, cause your third eye's on dim
Me gettin' taken out is rare like a smile from Rakim
See I'm remarkable, you're just bull
Last name ish, y'all niggas need to quit
Open your mitt, and catch this, I autograph every word you bit
Catch five then take your picture
Got an infinity of non-rhymes to hit ya
While your whole clan is bland
Understand that you must be smokin' pounds of weed out of a pipe
And mistook your munchies, for bein' hungry for the mic
And now you have to deal with these cats who's truly real
Like estates with a pit on the lawn bark at the gates
Put the whole entire plate in your face
Make the point like who's that on that joint? It's me
I'm in everything you see like cran', yo I'm in demand
I'm in the club man I'm in your hand
Bein' bought, I'm even in the thought from your girl
The only thing you're in is inactive, your world'll be smashed
Run against the Won and you'll be last
Like that call for alcohol, depletin' your cash
That's how you supposed to get in somebody ass
Y'know what I'm sayin'? Know-know-know, know-know, know-know that!
Hahahahahaha
Still not convinced about Ghost Weed?
Well check this out
Even if you hit that, it ain't gon'matter (yo, I'm saying)
Oh yeah, yo, I could do anybody (do one of them Tribe niggas)
Yo, name somebody I bet you (somebody do Lil Wayne)
(Phife) Phife Dawg (yo I sound just like him) nah do ten
Phife Dawg, alright I'm 'bout to do this (what the fuck you talk 'bout)
Yo, whatever, whatever just show me alright, just show me
I'll show you something else too
But right now I'm 'bout to show you Phife, ya heard?
Alright here we go (you know what? Just somebody hit the beat)
L-Y-R to the I-C-S (what?)
-s still fussin' 'bout who be the best
When Diggy Dawg bounce too, I put all that to rest (aha, aha)
Anyone try test I put two in they chest
Quest or no Quest I leave venues a mess (tell he sound like him baby)
Don't ask me to collab, me and you don't mesh (don't sound like him to me)
I stay fresh from the flesh never frontin' the fess (you buggin' it sound just like him)
In the name of Jay Price all mics'll get blessed
Peak power possess flavor style finesse (what?)
Microphone, hunnies, two things I caress (go Phife)
To all you fake jiggy niggas, still not impressed
Queens I'm repping fully, you think I own the Mets
What!? (Yeah) you know I'm Phife, Phife Nigga, what!? (You're just tryin' to)
You know how I know you ain't Phife? (I'm sayin')
'Cause you done said you owned the Knicks or something
Listen man, I'm saying its sports, I'm just doin'
I'm sayin', aight it don't matter, that's not the point, I sound like Phife
Let me set the mood here aight? (Yeah aight cool)
We gonna, set it off with In-dee-dee, dee-dee-dee, -deed
(Yeah that's right) You know la-la-la-la-ladies first and all that
(That's right ladies first) so peep it, you see this girl
Who been poppin' mad ish about you (aha)
So I want you to get into it a little bit
I want you to cru-cru-cru-crush that?
I was sittin' on my lunch break, grittin' my teeth
It's the last day of the week, man what a relief
My arms are sore as hell, I felt rigid and stiff
So I turned around and I rolled this big fat spliff
That's when I seen her, steppin' out a rented yellow Beemer
This local ghetto fame rap cat her name was Tina
She was braggin' she was goin' on tour
The same ish she was screamin' since the year before
Ever since the De La Soul video, she seen me on the TV
Heard that she was holdin' a grudge and tryin' to see me
Workin' underground circuits and mad cyphers of people
When she asked who was ill, all she got was Indeed
She wanna battle (what?) And it wasn't hard to tell
All that I was thinkin' 'bout was tryin' to smoke my L
I had four hours left and I was tired as hell
Plus it was 12:55 almost time for the bell
She had an ill screwface mug, fronting like she's no joke
Gangsta bitch profile, boppin' like her leg broke
Forty-below Timbos, fatigues saggin'
Pullin' all her money out her pocket while she's braggin'
On her gold fronts with her name on it
Her ice finger roll hand g-low while she claim fame on it
I peeped the steez, then I crushed her with ease
Just for interruptin' me while I was rollin' my trees
Aight? (Whoo!) that ish was bla-bla-bla, bla-blaze! (word)
Now we gon' se-se-set, se-set this one up
For my man Mercenary (aight aight yo let's do this)
Yo (whassup?) I don't want you to make it like a story or nothin' (aight)
I just want-want, want want-want
Want you to come on some straight rhy-rhy-rhyme
Rhy-rhy, rhy-rhme ish, rip a nigga in his ass!
And let him know how we do it, y-y-y'know?
Now Maseo puff cheeba, while Rich sniff lines
David J push the whip while Candy Cal pull dimes
And me right behind, with the shorty gettin' her math
To do the Savion routine and just, tap that ass
Still the one who kill wackness, man I left them niggas crippled
Had 'em all soft to hard back to soft like a nipple
My Art is Official while you're artificial
Break you down to your very last participle
Let me enlighten you, cause your third eye's on dim
Me gettin' taken out is rare like a smile from Rakim
See I'm remarkable, you're just bull
Last name ish, y'all niggas need to quit
Open your mitt, and catch this, I autograph every word you bit
Catch five then take your picture
Got an infinity of non-rhymes to hit ya
While your whole clan is bland
Understand that you must be smokin' pounds of weed out of a pipe
And mistook your munchies, for bein' hungry for the mic
And now you have to deal with these cats who's truly real
Like estates with a pit on the lawn bark at the gates
Put the whole entire plate in your face
Make the point like who's that on that joint? It's me
I'm in everything you see like cran', yo I'm in demand
I'm in the club man I'm in your hand
Bein' bought, I'm even in the thought from your girl
The only thing you're in is inactive, your world'll be smashed
Run against the Won and you'll be last
Like that call for alcohol, depletin' your cash
That's how you supposed to get in somebody ass
Y'know what I'm sayin'? Know-know-know, know-know, know-know that!
Hahahahahaha
Still not convinced about Ghost Weed?
Well check this out
Even if you hit that, it ain't gon'matter (yo, I'm saying)
Oh yeah, yo, I could do anybody (do one of them Tribe niggas)
Yo, name somebody I bet you (somebody do Lil Wayne)
(Phife) Phife Dawg (yo I sound just like him) nah do ten
Phife Dawg, alright I'm 'bout to do this (what the fuck you talk 'bout)
Yo, whatever, whatever just show me alright, just show me
I'll show you something else too
But right now I'm 'bout to show you Phife, ya heard?
Alright here we go (you know what? Just somebody hit the beat)
L-Y-R to the I-C-S (what?)
-s still fussin' 'bout who be the best
When Diggy Dawg bounce too, I put all that to rest (aha, aha)
Anyone try test I put two in they chest
Quest or no Quest I leave venues a mess (tell he sound like him baby)
Don't ask me to collab, me and you don't mesh (don't sound like him to me)
I stay fresh from the flesh never frontin' the fess (you buggin' it sound just like him)
In the name of Jay Price all mics'll get blessed
Peak power possess flavor style finesse (what?)
Microphone, hunnies, two things I caress (go Phife)
To all you fake jiggy niggas, still not impressed
Queens I'm repping fully, you think I own the Mets
What!? (Yeah) you know I'm Phife, Phife Nigga, what!? (You're just tryin' to)
You know how I know you ain't Phife? (I'm sayin')
'Cause you done said you owned the Knicks or something
Listen man, I'm saying its sports, I'm just doin'
I'm sayin', aight it don't matter, that's not the point, I sound like Phife
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.01] Now check it (sup?)
[00:02.57] Let me set the mood here aight? (Yeah aight cool)
[00:05.11] We gonna, set it off with In-dee-dee, dee-dee-dee, -deed
[00:08.49] (Yeah that's right) You know la-la-la-la-ladies first and all that
[00:10.37] (That's right ladies first) so peep it, you see this girl
[00:14.79] Who been poppin' mad ish about you (aha)
[00:16.88] So I want you to get into it a little bit
[00:18.83] I want you to cru-cru-cru-crush that?
[00:20.53] I was sittin' on my lunch break, grittin' my teeth
[00:22.97] It's the last day of the week, man what a relief
[00:25.77] My arms are sore as hell, I felt rigid and stiff
[00:27.95] So I turned around and I rolled this big fat spliff
[00:30.96] That's when I seen her, steppin' out a rented yellow Beemer
[00:33.32] This local ghetto fame rap cat her name was Tina
[00:36.16] She was braggin' she was goin' on tour
[00:38.28] The same ish she was screamin' since the year before
[00:40.67] Ever since the De La Soul video, she seen me on the TV
[00:44.45] Heard that she was holdin' a grudge and tryin' to see me
[00:46.83] Workin' underground circuits and mad cyphers of people
[00:49.44] When she asked who was ill, all she got was Indeed
[00:51.91] She wanna battle (what?) And it wasn't hard to tell
[00:54.58] All that I was thinkin' 'bout was tryin' to smoke my L
[00:57.24] I had four hours left and I was tired as hell
[00:59.60] Plus it was 12:55 almost time for the bell
[01:02.24] She had an ill screwface mug, fronting like she's no joke
[01:05.39] Gangsta bitch profile, boppin' like her leg broke
[01:07.62] Forty-below Timbos, fatigues saggin'
[01:10.27] Pullin' all her money out her pocket while she's braggin'
[01:12.95] On her gold fronts with her name on it
[01:15.17] Her ice finger roll hand g-low while she claim fame on it
[01:17.92] I peeped the steez, then I crushed her with ease
[01:20.76] Just for interruptin' me while I was rollin' my trees
[01:23.33] Aight? (Whoo!) that ish was bla-bla-bla, bla-blaze! (word)
[01:26.83] Now we gon' se-se-set, se-set this one up
[01:29.24] For my man Mercenary (aight aight yo let's do this)
[01:31.31] Yo (whassup?) I don't want you to make it like a story or nothin' (aight)
[01:34.50] I just want-want, want want-want
[01:36.42] Want you to come on some straight rhy-rhy-rhyme
[01:39.13] Rhy-rhy, rhy-rhme ish, rip a nigga in his ass!
[01:41.43] And let him know how we do it, y-y-y'know?
[01:43.79] Now Maseo puff cheeba, while Rich sniff lines
[01:46.28] David J push the whip while Candy Cal pull dimes
[01:48.68] And me right behind, with the shorty gettin' her math
[01:51.35] To do the Savion routine and just, tap that ass
[01:55.00] Still the one who kill wackness, man I left them niggas crippled
[01:56.63] Had 'em all soft to hard back to soft like a nipple
[01:59.55] My Art is Official while you're artificial
[02:02.06] Break you down to your very last participle
[02:04.60] Let me enlighten you, cause your third eye's on dim
[02:07.39] Me gettin' taken out is rare like a smile from Rakim
[02:09.00] See I'm remarkable, you're just bull
[02:12.39] Last name ish, y'all niggas need to quit
[02:15.16] Open your mitt, and catch this, I autograph every word you bit
[02:18.74] Catch five then take your picture
[02:20.49] Got an infinity of non-rhymes to hit ya
[02:23.09] While your whole clan is bland
[02:24.53] Understand that you must be smokin' pounds of weed out of a pipe
[02:28.01] And mistook your munchies, for bein' hungry for the mic
[02:30.66] And now you have to deal with these cats who's truly real
[02:33.40] Like estates with a pit on the lawn bark at the gates
[02:35.58] Put the whole entire plate in your face
[02:37.80] Make the point like who's that on that joint? It's me
[02:41.04] I'm in everything you see like cran', yo I'm in demand
[02:44.11] I'm in the club man I'm in your hand
[02:45.42] Bein' bought, I'm even in the thought from your girl
[02:49.09] The only thing you're in is inactive, your world'll be smashed
[02:52.31] Run against the Won and you'll be last
[02:54.13] Like that call for alcohol, depletin' your cash
[02:56.81] That's how you supposed to get in somebody ass
[02:59.93] Y'know what I'm sayin'? Know-know-know, know-know, know-know that!
[03:02.65] Hahahahahaha
[03:06.91] Still not convinced about Ghost Weed?
[03:09.52] Well check this out
[03:12.32] Even if you hit that, it ain't gon'matter (yo, I'm saying)
[03:14.36] Oh yeah, yo, I could do anybody (do one of them Tribe niggas)
[03:17.33] Yo, name somebody I bet you (somebody do Lil Wayne)
[03:19.76] (Phife) Phife Dawg (yo I sound just like him) nah do ten
[03:22.91] Phife Dawg, alright I'm 'bout to do this (what the fuck you talk 'bout)
[03:25.19] Yo, whatever, whatever just show me alright, just show me
[03:28.15] I'll show you something else too
[03:29.59] But right now I'm 'bout to show you Phife, ya heard?
[03:30.99] Alright here we go (you know what? Just somebody hit the beat)
[03:34.36] L-Y-R to the I-C-S (what?)
[03:37.75] -s still fussin' 'bout who be the best
[03:40.24] When Diggy Dawg bounce too, I put all that to rest (aha, aha)
[03:42.75] Anyone try test I put two in they chest
[03:45.64] Quest or no Quest I leave venues a mess (tell he sound like him baby)
[03:48.09] Don't ask me to collab, me and you don't mesh (don't sound like him to me)
[03:50.75] I stay fresh from the flesh never frontin' the fess (you buggin' it sound just like him)
[03:53.52] In the name of Jay Price all mics'll get blessed
[03:56.27] Peak power possess flavor style finesse (what?)
[03:59.02] Microphone, hunnies, two things I caress (go Phife)
[04:01.22] To all you fake jiggy niggas, still not impressed
[04:04.14] Queens I'm repping fully, you think I own the Mets
[04:08.16] What!? (Yeah) you know I'm Phife, Phife Nigga, what!? (You're just tryin' to)
[04:11.78] You know how I know you ain't Phife? (I'm sayin')
[04:13.50] 'Cause you done said you owned the Knicks or something
[04:16.18] Listen man, I'm saying its sports, I'm just doin'
[04:19.33] I'm sayin', aight it don't matter, that's not the point, I sound like Phife
[04:23.03]
[00:02.57] Let me set the mood here aight? (Yeah aight cool)
[00:05.11] We gonna, set it off with In-dee-dee, dee-dee-dee, -deed
[00:08.49] (Yeah that's right) You know la-la-la-la-ladies first and all that
[00:10.37] (That's right ladies first) so peep it, you see this girl
[00:14.79] Who been poppin' mad ish about you (aha)
[00:16.88] So I want you to get into it a little bit
[00:18.83] I want you to cru-cru-cru-crush that?
[00:20.53] I was sittin' on my lunch break, grittin' my teeth
[00:22.97] It's the last day of the week, man what a relief
[00:25.77] My arms are sore as hell, I felt rigid and stiff
[00:27.95] So I turned around and I rolled this big fat spliff
[00:30.96] That's when I seen her, steppin' out a rented yellow Beemer
[00:33.32] This local ghetto fame rap cat her name was Tina
[00:36.16] She was braggin' she was goin' on tour
[00:38.28] The same ish she was screamin' since the year before
[00:40.67] Ever since the De La Soul video, she seen me on the TV
[00:44.45] Heard that she was holdin' a grudge and tryin' to see me
[00:46.83] Workin' underground circuits and mad cyphers of people
[00:49.44] When she asked who was ill, all she got was Indeed
[00:51.91] She wanna battle (what?) And it wasn't hard to tell
[00:54.58] All that I was thinkin' 'bout was tryin' to smoke my L
[00:57.24] I had four hours left and I was tired as hell
[00:59.60] Plus it was 12:55 almost time for the bell
[01:02.24] She had an ill screwface mug, fronting like she's no joke
[01:05.39] Gangsta bitch profile, boppin' like her leg broke
[01:07.62] Forty-below Timbos, fatigues saggin'
[01:10.27] Pullin' all her money out her pocket while she's braggin'
[01:12.95] On her gold fronts with her name on it
[01:15.17] Her ice finger roll hand g-low while she claim fame on it
[01:17.92] I peeped the steez, then I crushed her with ease
[01:20.76] Just for interruptin' me while I was rollin' my trees
[01:23.33] Aight? (Whoo!) that ish was bla-bla-bla, bla-blaze! (word)
[01:26.83] Now we gon' se-se-set, se-set this one up
[01:29.24] For my man Mercenary (aight aight yo let's do this)
[01:31.31] Yo (whassup?) I don't want you to make it like a story or nothin' (aight)
[01:34.50] I just want-want, want want-want
[01:36.42] Want you to come on some straight rhy-rhy-rhyme
[01:39.13] Rhy-rhy, rhy-rhme ish, rip a nigga in his ass!
[01:41.43] And let him know how we do it, y-y-y'know?
[01:43.79] Now Maseo puff cheeba, while Rich sniff lines
[01:46.28] David J push the whip while Candy Cal pull dimes
[01:48.68] And me right behind, with the shorty gettin' her math
[01:51.35] To do the Savion routine and just, tap that ass
[01:55.00] Still the one who kill wackness, man I left them niggas crippled
[01:56.63] Had 'em all soft to hard back to soft like a nipple
[01:59.55] My Art is Official while you're artificial
[02:02.06] Break you down to your very last participle
[02:04.60] Let me enlighten you, cause your third eye's on dim
[02:07.39] Me gettin' taken out is rare like a smile from Rakim
[02:09.00] See I'm remarkable, you're just bull
[02:12.39] Last name ish, y'all niggas need to quit
[02:15.16] Open your mitt, and catch this, I autograph every word you bit
[02:18.74] Catch five then take your picture
[02:20.49] Got an infinity of non-rhymes to hit ya
[02:23.09] While your whole clan is bland
[02:24.53] Understand that you must be smokin' pounds of weed out of a pipe
[02:28.01] And mistook your munchies, for bein' hungry for the mic
[02:30.66] And now you have to deal with these cats who's truly real
[02:33.40] Like estates with a pit on the lawn bark at the gates
[02:35.58] Put the whole entire plate in your face
[02:37.80] Make the point like who's that on that joint? It's me
[02:41.04] I'm in everything you see like cran', yo I'm in demand
[02:44.11] I'm in the club man I'm in your hand
[02:45.42] Bein' bought, I'm even in the thought from your girl
[02:49.09] The only thing you're in is inactive, your world'll be smashed
[02:52.31] Run against the Won and you'll be last
[02:54.13] Like that call for alcohol, depletin' your cash
[02:56.81] That's how you supposed to get in somebody ass
[02:59.93] Y'know what I'm sayin'? Know-know-know, know-know, know-know that!
[03:02.65] Hahahahahaha
[03:06.91] Still not convinced about Ghost Weed?
[03:09.52] Well check this out
[03:12.32] Even if you hit that, it ain't gon'matter (yo, I'm saying)
[03:14.36] Oh yeah, yo, I could do anybody (do one of them Tribe niggas)
[03:17.33] Yo, name somebody I bet you (somebody do Lil Wayne)
[03:19.76] (Phife) Phife Dawg (yo I sound just like him) nah do ten
[03:22.91] Phife Dawg, alright I'm 'bout to do this (what the fuck you talk 'bout)
[03:25.19] Yo, whatever, whatever just show me alright, just show me
[03:28.15] I'll show you something else too
[03:29.59] But right now I'm 'bout to show you Phife, ya heard?
[03:30.99] Alright here we go (you know what? Just somebody hit the beat)
[03:34.36] L-Y-R to the I-C-S (what?)
[03:37.75] -s still fussin' 'bout who be the best
[03:40.24] When Diggy Dawg bounce too, I put all that to rest (aha, aha)
[03:42.75] Anyone try test I put two in they chest
[03:45.64] Quest or no Quest I leave venues a mess (tell he sound like him baby)
[03:48.09] Don't ask me to collab, me and you don't mesh (don't sound like him to me)
[03:50.75] I stay fresh from the flesh never frontin' the fess (you buggin' it sound just like him)
[03:53.52] In the name of Jay Price all mics'll get blessed
[03:56.27] Peak power possess flavor style finesse (what?)
[03:59.02] Microphone, hunnies, two things I caress (go Phife)
[04:01.22] To all you fake jiggy niggas, still not impressed
[04:04.14] Queens I'm repping fully, you think I own the Mets
[04:08.16] What!? (Yeah) you know I'm Phife, Phife Nigga, what!? (You're just tryin' to)
[04:11.78] You know how I know you ain't Phife? (I'm sayin')
[04:13.50] 'Cause you done said you owned the Knicks or something
[04:16.18] Listen man, I'm saying its sports, I'm just doin'
[04:19.33] I'm sayin', aight it don't matter, that's not the point, I sound like Phife
[04:23.03]