paroles de chanson Thru Ya City - De La Soul feat. D.V. Alias Khrist
Oh
oh,
oh
oh
oh
oh
Oh
oh,
oh
oh
oh
oh,
oh
We
talkin'
'bout
Hot
times,
runnin'
through
ya
city
If
you
miss
it
now
it'll
sho'
be
a
pity
We
got
hot
times,
runnin'
through
ya
city
I
ain't
no
thug
son,
my
name
is
Plug
Won
I
drop
a
certified
gem,
for
him
and
her
Knockin
on
your
radio,
like
the
Crash
Crew
Ask
whoever
you
want,
I'm
managin'
the
funk
on
the
paper
Outside
of
that
we
pull
capers
for
days
Ridin
throughout
the
maze
of
street,
while
we
blaze
the
beat
Watchin'
the
sweet
things
wiggle
they
butt
To
Plug
Three,
on
the
cut,
movin'
on
ya
what-
-Ever
ya
got,
we
gon'
get,
bringin'
our
point,
to
ya
position
Rippin
stages
with
my
thought
coalition
Carryin'
on,
eradicate
all
your
stress
mode
Just
another
episode
through
these
area
codes
We
bankin'
on
Hot
times,
runnin'
through
ya
city
If
you
miss
it
now
it'll
sho'
be
a
pity
We
got
hot
times,
runnin'
through
ya
city
Hmm
It's
the
hotness,
talked
about
but
never
seen
Like
the
Loch-Ness,
'til
ya
cop
this,
drop
it
inside
your
vein
And
like
a
train,
we
be
runnin'
throughout
your
legs
and
arms
You're
high
off
our
talent
and
charm
Check
the
caliber,
this
be
a
smash
Like
some
food
on
stage
for
Gallagher
Wear
ya
bib,
cause
it's
messy
Niggas
schemin'
on
"My
Girl"
as
if
my
name
was
Jesse
Watch
your
manners!
Now
let
me
pass
it
off
to
Dave
Banner
Yo,
I
set
travels
like
Karen
LaRue
Small
talkin'
in
the
big
city,
it's
all
about
gettin'
the
coins
Everywhere
I
go
I
touch
a
tenderloin
They
sportin'
a
dot
com
Viet
marker
bomb
On
your
metro,
MARTA
order
iron
horse
Yo
take
the
cross
and
meet
a
nigga
at
the
butcher
I'm
cuttin'
your
girl,
we
on
a
world
tour
Supplyin'
your
bloodstream
with
nothin'
but
the
pure
uncut,
in
ya
Hot
times,
runnin'
through
ya
city
If
you
miss
it
now
it'll
sho'
be
a
pity
We
got
hot
times,
runnin'
through
ya
city
Mmmm
Freak
freak
freak
freak
the
funk
the
funk
the
funk
the
funk
Funk
freak
the
freak
the
freak
the
freak
the
freak
the
freak
Freak
freak
the
funk
freak
freak
the
funk
We
ain't
walkin'
on
a
yellow
brick
road
These
streets
stay'
red
and
bloody
kid
Study
your
code,
so
you
can
easily
pass
I
stash
a
little
love
when
I'm
on
the
visitation
If
you
crossin'
my
line,
nigga
do
the
same
I'm
guaranteed
to
run
through
and
prove
the
game
Ain't
bigger
than
the
pieces
in
it
You
see
the
pieces
in
it
had
me
stuck
travelin'
one
side
of
map
Clappin'
hands
with
rap
cats
who
ain't
deserve
dap
Long
hauls
and
livin'
out
a
suitcase
man
Chickenheads
and
gangs
of
fruitcakes
man
Ain't
nothin'
better
than
explorin'
the
outskirts
Especially
when
she
ain't
got
no
pantyhose
on,
and
it's
on
Hot
times,
runnin'
through
ya
city
If
you
miss
it
now
it'll
sho'
be
a
pity
We
got
hot
times,
runnin'
through
ya
city
Mmm
Hot
times,
runnin'
through
ya
city
If
you
miss
it
now
it'll
sho'
be
a
pity
We
got
hot
times,
runnin'
through
ya
city
Mmm
Yo,
it's
like,
the
Mercenary
gettin'
down
(Oh
oh,
oh
oh
oh
oh,
oh)
And
we
got,
Dave
Banner
gettin'
down
And
we
got,
Maseo
gettin'
down
(Oh
oh,
oh
oh
oh
oh,
oh)
And
of
course,
my
nigga
Eno
gettin'
down
And
we
got,
Jay
Dee
gettin'
down
(say
word
y'all)
(Oh
oh,
oh
oh
oh
oh,
oh)
And
of
course,
the
Slum
V
gettin'
down
And
we
got
my
man
Khrist
gettin'
down
(Oh
oh,
oh
oh
oh
oh,
oh)
And
we
got,
Com
Sense
gettin'
down
And
we
got,
N.D.
gettin'
down
(Oh
oh,
oh
oh
oh
oh,
oh)
You
know
Troy
Hightower
gettin'
down
And
we
got,
C.
Smith
gettin'
down
(Oh
oh,
oh
oh
oh
oh,
oh)
And
my
nigga,
Dave
West
gettin'
down
And
we
got
Mr.
Man
gettin'
down
(Oh
oh,
oh
oh
oh
oh,
oh)
C'mon
C'mon
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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