Тексты песен «Digable Planets»

Ah yea (echo) Whole world Mcs Whose slick We lounge stay phat notice our G limp A natural flair with our fresh ass hair Style baggy out clouts slick creamy and fresh east coast to west Brooklyn uptown to the...

Ah yea Whole world MCs Whose slick? We lounge stay phat notice our G limp A natural flair with our fresh ass hair Style baggy out clouts slick Creamy and fresh east coast to west Brooklyn Uptown To the...

Alright boy, ah man Give you your rights, here we go again You have the right to remain silent Hey Ish what's goin' on? Chill, chill it's cool Give up the right to remain silent Anything you say can and will be...

We always roll down, no doubt At the funky side of ten spots Dash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out Pretenders bent out and ready to do my splendor Move, move the smoke groover, dudes from the zoo That play...

(Ladybug) space i got round to acted when i fee it in how i see it you be it if you be it started out in crooklyn ... butters word (Butterfly) chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill hold up aww shit, oh shit guy look...

Hey (x4) We are the creamy spies The cream always rises up We all got sequel The Man's game has peaked We are sun moon and star We all got pieces It's nation tarnation time Ready to put in work We got mad...

[Butterfly] DPS forever hit ya' with the live stuff Suliman the Bronx Ripper on the live puff V Love, that's my money like dominoes Brooklyn do keep it rocking till the sun shows I pop my junk my junk, I pop my junk my...

Planets be the champ of amplified sound Swimmin' in this art born up the boogie down The Rubin Rod Squad flew angles toward the point Could a wierdo group of bugs slam a gang of funky joints The provin's in the...

One day while I was sipping some groove juice I realized that in the span of time we're just babies It's all relative, time is unreal We're just babies, we're just babies, man We're just babies, we're just babies,...

it was 8:49 on a beautiful 9th day of july there was not a cloud to speak of so the orange sun hung lonely in the sky i was laying prone in my ?catbeat? home listening to fine nappy jackie and his jazzcat's horn...

[Featuring Sulaiman And Monica Payne] (Monica) Brooklyn got the funk Uptown got the funk East/West/Northside got the funk L.A. got the funk Boogie Down got the funk Queens do got the funk The bottom got the funk...

Butterfly searchin for a relax Pullin from the jazz stacks cause it's Sunday On the air is incense sounds to the ceiling Tried to get this feelin since Monday Lookin out the window watchin all the people go Buggin...

the ticky ticky buzz the sun winks the sky i fumble through my fuzz and buzz mr. i tell him scoop the beats in the flying saucer kit meet me at the port with the nickel bags and shit tell my pops i'm out earthbound...

[Butterfly] We jettin, we jettin, we jettin uptown We jettin, we jettin, we jettin downtown We jettin, we jettin, we jettin crosstown We jettin, we jettin, we jettin, we jettin We jettin uptown (uptown) We jettin...

It was 8:49 on a beautiful 9th day of July There was not a cloud to speak of So the orange sun hung lonely in the sky I lay prone in my catboat home Thinking of fine nappy Jackie and his jazz cat's horn Sliding in...

I'm blue mood y'all, I slive with jiva y'all I'm actually deep y'all, invented time y'all In ten fourths y'all, I pay your cap y'all I player late y'all and draw down to I bust raps y'all, in love with naps y'all...

Butterfly searchin' for a relax Pullin' from the jazz stacks 'cause it's Sunday On the air is incense sounds to the ceiling Tried to get this feelin' since Monday Lookin' out the window watchin' all the people go...

Butterfly searchin' for a relax Pullin' from the jazz stacks 'cause it's Sunday On the air is incense sounds to the ceiling Tried to get this feelin' since Monday Lookin' out the window, watchin' all the people go...

Butterfly searchin' for a relax Pullin' from the jazz stacks 'cause it's Sunday On the air is incense sounds to the ceiling Tried to get this feelin' since Monday Lookin' out the window, watchin' all the people go...

butterfly searchin for a relax pullin from the jazz stacks cause it's sunday on the air is incense sounds to the ceiling tried to get this feelin since monday lookin out the window watchin all the people go buggin...