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De La Soul Come On Yeah

once again my friend the funky beat has hold and we going on down to The a.m. for you and your friend, sounds here tough on the ear, you Know that, coming

the bomb, ring the alarm MJ number 1, it's goes on and on Its goes on and on We get to crippin', its running in the early morn' Keep on dreaming there

heavy soul next to mine Heart's on fire, get no sleep Drive all night, no relief Yeah, now darling Heavy soul darling Heavy soul darling Heavy soul darling Heavy soul

pa I'm tired of niggas hating on a muthafucka Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches You got to keep bubblin' on 'em Platinum doublin' on

just Mase and 'em (yeah) Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah) The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo) Business wise, I play men Hide money on

that you love Yeah Tell me I'm your one and only I'm your one and only I let you feel on me without your fantasy Put you in control, pleasure to your soul, soul

Coming at you, baby Rock dust light star Coming at you, baby At 36,000 miles an hour Salvation's coming Coming at you, baby At 36,000 miles an hour Salvation's coming Coming

shit hit the fan) Come on now I feel it Come on (The night the shit hit the fan) Damn, man It's all that Shit Come on, Ice Kick that shit Now I'm a

no hands to pray) If my friends were dead and gone (Dead and gone) Leavin' me here alone Could I depend on some spirit to ease me When my soul's on its