Madlib - Miss Deja Vu lyrics

[Hook: Wildchild & Madlib] Miss Deja Vu, she's at it again Once again she's at it again (hey yo) Little Miss Deja Vu, she's at it again Once again she's at it again (x2) [Verse 1: Wildchild] Yo its the Mr. Wildchild on the set I rock the west end My presence or my essence bringing girls to true confessions '93, '94 stunts can be real tricky Out for the green so I turn into a Bill Bixby Fix me a drink so I can think Now as I blink just one time Peep out the girl that's walking, talking, awaken the sunshine Crunch time On to this girl named Mathilda Didn't know this hottie k**ed a body builder But will the girl in the tight (?) Be different from the rumpled skins I met in the past year Last year, moody but now I can think The situations whack so Imma chill so Madlib can speak [Verse 2: Madlib] About Miss Deja Vu, you're at it again You're scooping for the loot You can hit the door and troop to to boot And bust to regroup Reroot, so bust the rendition Emcees on the mission of wishing their rendition feels like I'm fishing I play the role, got the soul through your console I got the fat status Ask Gladys Knight how I wore my habits Slight promo with (?) Gold diggin', (?) got squashed like a Rollo Polo cologne got (?) to my collar But when it comes down to the money it makes me holler Hold up Skins be trick nowadays, it make me bug out And skins equals ends so I'd rather cool out with my friend [Hook: Wildchild & Madlib] Miss Deja Vu, she's at it again Once again she's at it again (hey yo) Little Miss Deja Vu, she's at it again Once again she's at it again (x2) [Verse 3: Madlib] Ay yo skins want to know the play Can't live with them, can't live without them So I buy them I scrolls skins from the west Double test when you're ex to the next Plus I flex when I wrecks up your text Skins be flippin' Miss Deja Vu down for dippin' I got it down to a T like Lipton Hats for the Jims when I'm above the rim Not loving them, but no baby in the oven 'Til I'm twenty-seven But other than commitment I'm thinking about the last hit Or how my rap went With this dame around the corner When I gas into the Hooter's 'cause i'm all out for the b**hes From the Lisas Stacy, Tracy, and the Suzette Karen and the Bridgettes [Verse 4: Wildchild] Yeah how 'bout one day in August Let's all gets together and bust our progress Unless the fog gets too deep in detail For you to rerail Never see me fail When it comes to freaking a female Yo you're thick as plasma Laid back (?) Know my man Kan Kick has a Extraordinary case of asthma Commence to say hello Knowing that my chest will Expand, rather exhale Brothers saying "you best chill" Messing with those extraterrestrials Skins that only come around the way unless we will Clock, rock your joint, upstock the points we're making Taking is your mission Like special ed, you're not so hot when I be breaking Your ill plans of trying to get over But yo I still stands, taller And its ironic, your pockets smaller Call her Miss Deja Vu Today you're through upsetting the ones that paid your dues [Hook: Wildchild & Madlib] Miss Deja Vu, she's at it again Once again she's at it again (hey yo) Little Miss Deja Vu, she's at it again Once again she's at it again (x2)