N.o.r.e. - Hang Hang Resume lyrics

[Pete Rock] Ah... yeah... Chillin' with, A.D.O.R., see'mon [A.D.O.R.] Me and Pete Rock [P. Rock] Uh-huh [A.D.O.R.] Kick the fat tracks [P. Rock] Yeah! [A.D.O.R.] See'mon [P. Rock] See'mon [Verse One: A.D.O.R.] Pumpin' out fuel, for all to use yo We're gettin' buckwild on this A.D.O.R. slammin' groove Steppin' up to bum-rush the stage Get the crew motivator by the spark of the rage The mic is the teacher, to get you out the cage From the get-go, the critics ranted and raved Cause Hip-Hop was too strong The road to the riches we began to pave Where the body, the mind, the soul become one Intertwined with PEACE and hostility none Is the message loud and clear, for all to hear And may the crowds cheer (uh!) which is a season of the year The flow, a-to a rugged kind of tempo And what this all means it's time to let yourself go (go) It's time to get you on to this ninety-delic tip I'm not a hippie but yo be I'm hip A ninety-delic definition means no more self doubt (yeah) Future on point yo my brother's gonna work it out The pressure gets hot a state of mind is in with clout Flip off the vibes see'mon and let it all hang out [Chorus: Pete Rock scratches and talks] + (A.D.O.R.) Let it all hang out (uh, cause we got what ya like) Hang it out... Let it all hang out (Cause we got what ya like) Hang it out... (Let it all hang out) yeah, see'mon, hang it out Let it all hang out, hang it out [Verse Two: A.D.O.R.] See'mon, feel the vibe from the rhythm as I break the devil's ties A feeling of good times, musical highs (yeah) Rhythm, harmony, soul sk**s and that put together For the master plan is surely to attract (uh!) The people it take, the speakers to quake, the points to make The A.D.O.R. possesses what it takes To make it feel good, the way it should Give me the mic and Pete Rock and you know I could Stand up get'cha all, uh, all night long (yeah) It feels too right, too strong to be wrong Let's turn it up, full blast, and make it last Yo I'm thinkin' bout the future, {f**} the past With the beat that's pumpin' (uh) To get the people jumpin' but sayin' somethin' Do you know what, I'm talkin' about When I tell you to express yourself (yes sir) And let it all hang out [Chorus] [A.D.O.R.] Pete Rock, give it to 'em [Verse Three: A.D.O.R.] So clap your hands, hip-hop fans For Another Definition Of the Rhythm is what you demand (yeah) Pump your fists and yell go, go For what A.D.O.R. possesses is a feeling from seasoned soul For all to feel, cause our feeling is real Some new jacks don't know the deal If you can shake it (shake it), and not fake it (fake it) See'mon rise you're gonna make make make it To the top of the pile, get hyped fly child (yeah) While this record's spinnin', I'm settin' the pace Feel the ba** cause the verdict is in (uh-huh) E.M.'s on the case, to get you all, uh With the beat that's raw And keep it then I'll give it to you, uh of course I don't drink the Stout, but I get wide open (yeah) When I shout, when I shout ah-let it all hang out [Chorus] [A.D.O.R. - speaking over Chorus] Cause we got what'cha like Ah-let it all hang out, cause we got what'cha like [Chorus]