De La Soul - Afro Connections At A Hi 5 (in The Eyes Of The Hoodlum) lyrics

Pos: this is dedicated to all those hardcore acts. Dove: yeah, you know them brothers that we used to Look up to, that fell the f** off. Mase: and now they doing all that r'n'b sh..(crocker!) Dove: you mean rhthym and blues? De la soul: no! rappin' bullsh... Dove: Connection a, click, what? My dick, chick I smack a fish if you thinks My connection ain't thick, dick Headed like a punk whip I travel miles with a rhythmic lip I rock an afro In '83, gee, yo And spray the sheen so i get a soul glow I play the corner tough And me and mase pull puffs on a blunt Mase: Givin' high-five is what i want So i puff a blunt, i don't front I get spliffed, get a stiff Then i go hump a stunt Like a pimp pro (nah, man, a super ho) That's cool 'cause i'm still an afro bro Yeah, i'm live for my life is hectic Every hour, every minute, every second I keep a level head and stay down to earth 'cause i've been an afro since birth Pos: Yeah Now i hold my crotch 'cause i'm top-notch I run amok sasquatch, and i like to eat live crab I've got five beepers, you scab But you can find me directly on the ave (you n***as cheat me, well who's that!) My breath never smells wack I eat the watermelon tic-tac Before i kiss myself i always jump back (yo, gee, this track is stack) (and you know that) I do three flips When a punk flip on my duke lifts But i flex more strength when i'm asleep On the other side with his main tapes Make her dry her face, buy her gold earlocks But i may, she flocks round me like a donut She got sprinkles but i bite my way out More brothers come about, try to scheme slick But the native tongue's thick Lick 'em real good, like a real hood should But the fly tape let the car speakers shake I ran a cop down, i smile a frown with a but Show gold teeth, 'cause i ain't a vegetarian Not scared of beef, sport a feather like chief Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads 'cause i'm big-willed, blow off like a seal 'cause connection with the afro is real Dove: I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss Because it's tough to bluff a cab No wonder melle mel is 'rrrr-rah!' I play of tape of the son of la-di-da My cousin rilo sells blow, a g a day Keeps his kids hooray, a size nine and half I kicks my tricks, is to live for island I mug a mug vic, but i's cool, i self With the quickness i bust the true slang Show no pit to those who don't understand Mase: The maseo got tailed with the big bail I busted loose but now the blue goose is on my tail I seen the ghetto go lower than it is (he don't care, 'cause his n***a's selling crack to the kids) My jeans are brand new, with twelve more In the closet with my silk, and below My 45 pack thick, draw quick If a n***a starts some shibidibidit My crib is uptown, downtown, l.i. And another crib in queens I munch some cornbread, boar's head My favorite porck chops and A plate of collar greens I chill with shymel, akeem, jaheed And the rastafarians'll be the crown in And the poppa But the connections are still a high-five (let's get busy)