De La Soul - Snoopies lyrics

[David Byrne:] In a hundred years from now We will not recognize this place The dollar store is filled with love The parking lot is full of grace Now, judges put their snoopies on With glorious and true restraint A child is gonna rule them all Said the prophets of the human race Hey now, can you picture yourself Hey now, in the physical sense Hey now, a subcutaneous thing Hey now, like a mother and father [Dave:] Pan Am trips, circa 76, the Ritz Papa hit the belt, to pick up at the JFK I judge nothing, I let her know, AFK I'm off the front porch and the front screen Two shocks on my back, the wise look mean They told me slow down, baby, but I'm a lummox The 8-ball said, Dave, you in the wrong lot Move like sloth, cut cloth with new scissors You thinking too big, I call Nell Carter Somebody give me a break, cut ya toe up You put both hands up, I put four up Can't teach a fast dog how to stand still Mano e mano it's the hand to hand still Somebody give me a break, the clutch went out Tags slap hands, I'm about to man out Can't teach a [?] how to stand to still See y'all tomorrow for the man to man [David Byrne:] Now that was all so long ago See the babies, they are running wild If you get too close, they run away So tonight we better stay inside So whenever things don't go my way I simply put my snoopies on I'll share them with you, I don't mind Let me be your microphone Hey now, can you picture yourself Hey now, in the physical sense Hey now, a subcutaneous thing Hey now, like a mama and papa Will I ever get tired of this Will I ever get turned around Will I ever get old of you Give me a break now, the clutch went out Will I ever go back again Will I ever get used to me Will I ever be smart enough How do I know if I'm totally clean? [Posdnuos:] It's the elastic youth, coming to size up your plastic troop Keep a pot of caution, boil it in the hot I wonder why, so why not Move like a used car and you get used up wherever you are So they say me and my crew get it new all day Couple of shots of calamity But don't mess with the gram to be sniffed Too messy for the ego, when you come crashing There ain't no airbag to dash in and catch ya She goes down and I look down She looks up, I don't know what to say Yo, do that sh**, yo, do that sh** But she already done done it anyway But yo, do understand under the man Lies another line set of value, open a shape So when I'm speeding too fast, it don't match the brake (Car braking hard)