Lyrics Blowing Down - Digable Planets
We
always
roll
down,
no
doubt
At
the
funky
side
of
ten
spots
Dash
yeah,
crystals
how
clear,
I
broke
out
Pretenders
bent
out
and
ready
to
do
my
splendor
Move,
move
the
smoke
groover,
dudes
from
the
zoo
That
play
the
mic
like,
wow
Walk
with
a
cane,
talk
where
the
slang
Develop
on
crooklyn
blocks
which
I
walk
But
our
radius
is
the
whole
universe
Kiss
yourself
goodbye
'cause
Amu
know
you
no
plush
Cheese
dime,
let
me
try
her,
gold
smile
Fro
in
the
pile,
beep
beeped
my
sun
visor
She
filled
with
sun
visor,
stat
in
the
third
Love,
love,
everyday,
that's
my
word
When
I
see
your
crew,
I
say
that's
them
herbs
So
blau,
blaum,
blaw
black
and
it
just
don't
stop
Fresh,
lush
black,
slick
Right
off
the
block,
fat
No
doubt
we
turns
it
out
'Cause
we
Keep
black
movement
and
castle
keep
rockin'
Plus
hang
with
my
niggas
and
hit
the
dope
spots
Play
in
the
corners
and
maybe
even
boogie
Till
the
sun
come
up
or
a
gun
come
up
Shootin'
at
the
breeze
the
local
emcees
Stylin'
wit
ease,
doin'
it
like
the
sun
is
in
here
'Cause
we
bomb
rhyme,
sayin',
butter
ain't
playin'
Blowin'
out,
blowin'
out
Blowin'
out,
blowin'
out
Blowin'
out,
blowin'
out
Blowin'
out,
blowin'
out
Black
on
time
been
still
layin'
like
I
said
Under
the
screen,
be
a
eight
wonder
So
for
Dania,
I
do
it,
shit,
push
a
little
fist
Fit
my
one
twenties,
greet
the
avenue
blue
Corner
flyin'
it
into
a
forty,
twenty
Brothers
lay
in
a
bottle,
thirty
fly
right
by
double
time
and
shit
Next,
I'm
hittin',
so
I
can
step
sooner
On
the
nova,
so
no
water
goes
south
So
see
my
G,
yeah,
she
comin'
and
we
not
a
flesh
vendor
Mecca
got
soul
livin'
so,
livin'
so
Shot
open
on
my
left
just
in
time
No
we
finger
pops
it
to
a
liter,
whet
it's
cool
In
a
sense
we
smoother
than
oils
contents
Loyal
to
the
kick
drum
like
flavor
Bounce,
bounce,
ease
back
when
we
do
it
fluid
Yes,
nickel
type
fresh
Blowin'
out,
blowin'
out
Blowin'
out,
blowin'
out
Blowin'
out,
blowin'
out
Blowin'
out,
blowin'
out
We
always
blow
out,
without
a
doubt,
without
a
doubt
For
the
funky
side
of
town,
no
doubt
Yes,
yes,
y'all,
yes,
yes,
y'all
We
always
blow
out,
check
it
out
For
the
funky
side
of
town,
no
doubt,
word
We
gets
liver
than
any
eighty
fiver
And
the
funk
pots
thicker
out
here
in
our
Brooklyn
Every
crews
badder,
we
choose
to
rack
fatter
'Cause
I
stimulate
life
and
matter
When
I
spread
my
wings,
I
dos
my
thing
'Cause
doodle
big
wants
to
live
like
a
Zooloo
king
So
I
swing
with
my
crew
to
where
the
beats
be
fat
Swoon
units
by
the
pound
and
they
natural
black
Without
a
doubt,
this
is
the
place
to
be
I
see
baseball
caps,
hear
beats
by
Warren
G
I
sinks
into
the
mode
of
the
cool
out
breeze
You
know,
the
cool
breeze
rocks
the
beats
wit
ease
So
nigga,
please,
full
of
the
dread
poetic
The
sun
moon
sect
in
the
house
made
to
set
it
With
the
peace
signs,
fat
rhymes,
the
planet
fix
Add
butter
to
the
mec
then
jet
to
eighty
six
Blowin'
out,
blowin'
out
Blowin'
out,
blowin'
out
Blowin'
out,
blowin'
out
Blowin'
out,
blowin'
out
You
better
blow
that
shit
out
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