De La Soul - Set The Mood lyrics

Now check it (sup?) Let me set the mood here aight? (yeah aight cool) We gonna, set it off with in-dee-dee, dee-dee-dee, -deed (yeah that's right) you know La-la-la-la-ladies first and all that (that's right ladies first) So peep it - you see this girl Who been poppin mad sh** about you So i want you to get into it a little bit I want you to cru-cru-cru-crush that ?? [indeed] I was sittin on my lunchbreak, grittin my teeth It's the last day of the week, man what a relief My arms are sore as hell, i felt rigid and stiff So i turned around and i rolled this big fat spliff That's when i seen her, steppin out a rented yellow beemer This local ghetto fame rap cat her name was tina She was braggin she was goin on tour The same sh** she was screamin since the year before Ever since the de la soul video, she seen me on the tv Heard that she was holdin a grudge and tryin to see me Workin underground circuits and mad cyphers of people When she asked who was ill, all she got was indeed She wanna battle (what?) and it wasn't hard to tell All that i was thinkin bout was tryin to smoke my l I had four hours left and i was tired as hell Plus it was 12:55 almost time for the bell She had an ill screwface mug, frontin like she know joe Gangsta b**h profile, boppin like allegro Forty-below timbos, fatigues saggin Pullin all her money out her pocket while she's braggin On her gold fronts with her name on it Her ice finger roll hand g-low while she claim fame on it I peeped the stee' - then i crushed her with ease Just for interruptin me while i was rollin my trees Aight? (whoo!) That sh** was bla-bla-bla, bla-blaze! (word) Now we gon' se-se-set, se-set this one up For my man mercenary (aight aight yo let's do this) (wha**up?) yo, i don't want you to make it like A story or nuttin (aight) I just want-want, want want-want Want you to come on some straight rhy-rhy-rhyme Rhy-rhy, rhy-rhme sh** - rip a n***a in his a**! And let him know how we do it, y-y-y'know? [pos] Now maseo puff cheeba, while rich sniff lines David j push the whip while candy cal pull dimes And me right behind, with the shorty gettin her math To do the savion routine and just, tap that a** Still the one who k** wackness, man i left them n***az crippled Had em all soft to hard back to soft like a nipple My +art is official+ while you're art-ificial Break you down to your very last participle Let me enlighten you, cause your third eye's on dim Me gettin taken out is rare like a smile from rakim See i'm remarkable, you're just bull Last name sh**, y'all n***az need to quit Open your mitt, and catch this I autograph every word you bit ??testify then?? take your picture Got an infinity of non-rhymes to hit ya While your whole clan is blam Understand that you must be smokin pounds of weed out of a pipe And mistook your munchies, for bein hungry for the mic And now you have to deal with these cats who's truly right Like estates with a pit on the lawn bark at the gates Put the whole entire plate in your face Make the point like who's that on that joint? it's me I'm in everything you see like ??, yo i'm in demand I'm in the club man i'm in your hand Bein bought, i'm even in the thought from your girl The only thing you're in is in acting Your world'll be smashed Run against the won and you'll be last Like that call for alcohol, depletin your cash That's how you supposed to get in somebody a** Y'knowhatmsayin? know-know-know, know-know, know-know dat! Hahahahahaha {*ghost weed skit 2 follows*}