Oooh lyrics

[Intro: Redman]

Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled

Get your ass up, and let's get ill

That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin' your bluff

And when it comes to rhymes... (Brick City)

[Verse 1: Pos & Dove]

Yo, don't scandalize mine

I spent too much time

Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk

Never fetchin' for crime, halt! Who goes there?

Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin' Smokey the Bear

Shinin' black like Darth Vader caps, they on stare

While we rockin' it, I'll rock in it (rock in it)

Like the little ball inside the spray can providing three

Coats for both child, woman and man

[Chorus: Redman]

God bless the God, lay these Streets Wall to Wall

It go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique

It went, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

[Verse 2: Pos & Dove]

It ain't my fault

Your ass is on the asphalt, got your chin touched

By my fam who though you brought harm, you see

I'm iced out like a glass of tea, better yet

Oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to me

Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D

Why try? Maseo be gettin' high since

Luke was Luke Skywalk', man, my

Topic of talk is sheddin' shame all over your game

Like them shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin' is the

Past drug, a life filled with (*GUNS*)

That's what thugs love, snatch you fast, wrap that ass

In the rug of your choice while it muffles your voice

Now when I'm swimmin' through the joint, I put the funk on hold

'Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up, we run up a tab

And gladly add a little extra for miss

Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss

Most crews are post-current while we're forever

Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages

Graduated from the you-and-I-versity

Of hard-hitters, for real

[Chorus: Redman]

I got niggas

In the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine and get

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

Yo, if you a fat chick gettin' your fuck on tonight

Then go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin' our sound

Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

Yo, and to my broke niggas on the corner holdin' me down

Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

[Verse 3: Dove, Pos & Redman]

Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong

I had plans to buy more land, plant corn

Bust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks

Set backs is gonna get my ass to be hostile

Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat

Big money's make the big decisions, keep hip-hop

Alive, it's just an intermission

Back to the second half of the feature flick

Dick stacks and fuck rap.

I had a name for makin' paper

Since papier-mâché

Now my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play

While you broke niggas reach drunk much quicker

You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor

Went from God to God damn, damn God, you're killin' it

Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it

Rap cats talk with no will in it

Soundin' like they virtual, this joint'll hurt you, yo

Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed

(shhh shhh shh, shhhhh) They did a job, took all the goodies

Out from under the tree, except the CD's

Of shiny-suit rappers and flossin' emcees

Who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees

Man, you know no wack poems get no play in our homes

You need to not get nappy with me or else we gon'

"Relax your mind, let your conscious be free"

[Chorus: Redman]

Yo, where my Wall Street niggas, if ya up in the stands, go

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk-ass man, go

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed, Brick City go

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

• Artist:De La Soul