Lyrics With Me - De La Soul
Dance
with
me,
come
on
dance,
with
me,
baby
Dance
with
me,
come
on
dance,
with
me,
baby
Dance
with
me,
come
on
dance,
with
me,
baby
Dance
with
me,
come
on
dance,
with
me,
baby
Dance
with
me,
come
on
dance,
with
me,
baby
Dance
with
me,
come
on
dance,
with
me,
baby
Dance
with
me,
come
on
dance,
with
me,
baby
Dance
with
me,
come
on
dance,
with
me,
baby
How
you
gon'
tell
me
to
mind
my
own
biz
When
you
lookin'
like
somethin'
I
need
to
know
about?
I
used
to
go
about
it
the
wrong
way,
tuggin'
your
arm
when
you'd
pass
But
I
see
you
got
class
besides
all
that
Yeah
I'm
picky
in
my
own
way
too
While
the
rest
of
these
fools
is
lookin'
to
screw
your
brains
out
I
blamed
that
on
why
I
stand
froze
Practicin'
my
hello's,
hey
lady,
how
you
doin'?
Renewin'
these
vows
is
like
fifty
steps
beyond
from
here
Shit
I
don't
even
know
your
name
yet
(word)
Ain't
sure
what
your
character
contains
yet
But
damn
lady,
you
could
be
my
Valentine
Cupid
got
his
infrared
on
my
chest
clocked
Let
the
rest
flock,
they
just
birds
anyway
I
grow
my
confidence
in
words
the
Henny
way,
yeah,
buy
me
a
drink
So
we
can
sink
into
that
thought
path
Dance
with
me,
come
on
dance,
with
me,
baby
Dance
with
me,
come
on
dance,
with
me,
baby
Dance
with
me,
come
on
dance,
with
me,
baby
Dance
with
me,
come
on
dance,
with
me,
baby
Now
you
know
you
ain't
right,
eyein'
me
up
all
night
Despite
the
fact
some
kid
is
runnin'
chitta-chat
in
your
ear
How
the
hell
we
get
here,
with
me
over
here,
and
you
over
there
When
we
can
make,
such
an
obvious
pair?
Why
miss?
Have
you
misread
my
shyness
for
conceit?
I'm
peepin'
how
you
move
it
to
the
pace
of
the
beat
Got
my
eyes
on
wide
as
they
constantly
collide
with
yours
Your
heavenly
body
rushin'
the
tide
to
shore
Your
heavenly
body
rushin'
these
guys
to
the
floor
To
find
pleasure
in
your
double
digit
design
But
these
clowns
look
hurt
And
as
a
woman's
ex-nigga
I'm
a
woman
ex-pert
Understandin'
how
the
ovaries
and
all
that
shit
work
Extremely
dreamy,
my
eyes
you
look
surprised
That
I'm
movin'
closer-
don't
be,
I'm
supposed
to
D.C
Are
you
for
real
or
a
tease?
Now
let
that
drink
set
in
sweet,
we
up
close
and
personal
Ain't
nothin'
dull
about
this,
sharp
like
Swiss
precision
(Caught
you
watch-in)
my
every
move
from
the
door
Teran
escortin'
us
to
V.I.P.,
we
live
in
D.C
Shoestring
dress
I
wanna
fuck
and
make
your
hair
look
a
mess
Suckin'
the
straw
huh?
You
know
the
head
game
First
place
chick
girl
I'm
all
about
winnin'
too
I
want
my
trophy
life-sized
in
a
see-through
This
ain't
your
average,
whip
on
your
battered
bridge
Drivin'
song,
your
partner
isn't
your
type
So
I
type
it
long
with
that
ink
that
won't
budge
Or
smudge
off
your
memory;
courtesy
of
SkyTel
My
mail,
pop
up
like
some
bubbles
found
on
VH1
Also
need
the
math
to
your
telephone
Not
the
old
man
in
the
club
who
needs
his
dub
to
get
rubbed
But
sound
the
buzzer,
I'm
comin'
to
sub
Dance
with
me,
come
on
dance,
with
me,
baby
Dance
with
me,
come
on
dance,
with
me,
baby
Dance
with
me,
come
on
dance,
with
me,
baby
Dance
with
me,
come
on
dance,
with
me,
baby
Dance
with
me,
come
on
dance,
with
me,
baby
And
you
thought
GHOST
WEED
was
only
for
the
thugs?
Hey
ho
What?
Yeah
you
ho
Oh
yeah
me
You
can
be
down
too
Yo,
Yo
Whatever
to
that
I
got
to
start
this
right
here
Black
Thought
I
got
that
shit
down
pat
Check
– Hold
on
hold
on
(GHOST
WEED)
Got
that
Thought
shit
yo
Yo
bus
it
bus
it
Bout
to
freak
that
shit
Check
me
out
yo
Check
it
out
Uh,
as
we
descend
upon
the
city
of
schemes
See
the
image
fade
an
interview
from
a
black
screen
A
frail
grandmother
pack
a
heavy
mack-teen
We
fiend
slash
machines
in
the
struggle
and
things
Bloody
denim
scuff
knuckle
and
things
Sucka
punchin'
fake
rappers
cost
me
to
take
it
to
the
extreme
Oh
you
real
son?
Well,
what
do
you
mean?
How
you
real
when
you
hustling
dreams?
How
you
feel
like
you
fuckin
with
me?
Nat
Burner
fifth
militia
flame
thrower
The
mic
soldier
taking
things
over
You're
not
sober,
consider
thinking
things
over,
relax
We
bout
to
spit
it
all
over
the
track,
yo
How
you
gonna
have
a
girl
during
Black
Thought
GHOST
WEED
GHOST
WEED
its
not
like
'wow',
its
like
'whoa'
GHOST
WEED
has
been
brought
you
by
wack
tobac
incorporated,
A
subsidiary
of
move
your
ass
Remember
when
using
GHOST
WEED
Be
sure
to
apply
the
puff
puff
pass
rule,
Brain
damage
may
occur.
Result
of
our
product
do
not
include:
Platinum
Plaques
Void
where
prohibited
1 Spitkicker.com / Say R.
2 U Can Do (Life)
3 My Writes (feat. Tash, J-RO & Xzibit)
4 Oooh / Ghost Weed Skit 01
5 Thru Ya City
6 I.C. Y'all (feat. Busta Rhymes)
7 View
8 Interluden
9 Set the Mood (feat. Indeed)
10 All Good?
11 Declaration
12 Squat! (feat. Mike D & Ad Rock)
13 Words from the Chief Rocker (feat. Busy Bee)
14 With Me
15 Copa (Cabanga)
16 Foolin'
17 The Art of Getting Jumped
18 U Don't Wanna B.D.S.
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