Lyrics 360° (Oh Yeah?) - Propellerheads , De La Soul
Come
on,
yeah
Yo
I'm
from
L
I
fella,
vison
had
you
tune
into
my
figgida
(?)
Microphone
is
mobile
Holding
mic's
is
slow
while
I
be
just
day
dreaming
Drop
for
like,
nine
months,
and
rock
from
backyards
to
Fronts
Who
wants
to
live
the
gutter
life,
we
got
sidewalks
to
walk,
Baby
I
need
a
chick
with
big
potatoes
to
mash,
baby
Hang
like
parachutes,
I've
been
floating
for
years
Went
from
rapping
in
cars
to
rapping
careers
One
beer,
two
beers,
I
got
the
gift
like
Santa
I
go
from
NY
to
DC,
and
down
to
Atlanta
Make
you
fly
like
propellor,
we
be
down
in
the
cellor
What
I
guess
you
call
the
basement,
cause
thats
where
all
The
bass
went
When
we
turn
it
up
a
notch,
old
school
like
Ed
Kotch
Toss
my
foot
up
in
the
air
and
grab
my
crotch
Who
am
I?
Michael,
keep
the
music
on
a
cycle
So
we
can
finish
up
and
flow
in
your
fro
(?)
Word
out
This
is
called
frozen
style
Shatter
your
teeth
style
Freeze
like
artic
style
y'all
Come
on
Check
it
out
I'm
the
P
to
the
O
to
the
S
Known
to
pinpoint
the
flow
to
the
chest
So
wear
your
vest,
wiggle
your
thighs
and
your
breast
on
Vanessa
Had
to
sneak
it
cause
my
minds(?)
kept
me
under
pressure
As
the
Sun
appears
to
rise
and
set
Some
cats
live
for
the
hood
cause
it's
as
good
as
it
gets
But
my
plot
is
much
thicker,
I
move
it
much
quicker
Three-hundred
and
sixty
mile
to
the
P
H
So
I'm
balanced,
not
a
fella
to
fall
Connecting
the
dots,
I
got
two
propellors
in
all
Went
from
ghetto
to
the
metal
Seen
all
degrees
of
hot,
and
froze
when
I
was
not
Like
lot,
my
lady
threw
salt
in
the
game
Invested
cheese
in
the
mouse
who
sent
pork
into
fame
Now
you
hear
my
name
being
screamed
on
the
ride
of
life
It's
too
late
to
get
of,
to
get
off
We
in
the
house
y'all,
we
in
the
house
y'all
We
about
to
get
evicted,
there
ain't
no
lights
or
liquid
The
bills
ain't
paid
and
last
week
we
had
a
raid
Cause
we
partied
too
much
cause
that's
my
family's
trade
Envited
all
of
my
folks,
and
yo
all
my
folks
stayed
They
tried
to
silence
our
shit,
but
we
just
pushed
up
the
Fade
Side
back
to
charge
a
dollar,
hadn't
got
paid
And
called
on
the
band
and
got
stupid
when
the
keyboard
Played
(Talking
in
backround)
Keeping
funny
with
the
Propellerheads
y'all
Now
listen
I'm
here
to
usher
the
pain
with
no
relief
But
still
get
the
"Great
Scott,
are
you
a
thief?"
"Seems
like
you
got
a
mouth
full
of
gold."
records
Sorry
for
that,
platinum
plat
soon
to
come
Till
then
propellor
got
me
working
the
drum
For
a
three(?)
to
notify
the
five
O
for
the
fumble
I
hear
you
want
to
rumble
on
the
mic,
so
check
it
out
How
you
want
it,
I
got
it
--
Oh
Yeah?
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