Letras:
De La Soul I C Y All

I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all, see y'all To all my soldiers on the corner, I.C. y'all, see y'all Women doin' what they wanna, I.C. y'all To them

I.C. Y'all (see y'all) I.C. Y'all Ladies get down shake yo' ASS around, I hope you know that I.C. Y'all (see y'all) I.C. Y'all To all my soldiers on

the All City varsity, hard-headed squad We played y'all spades, y'all handle y'all cards But we ain't all odds, we just blaze, man Y'all playin' checkers

time we see the truth of Christ in ya hood I'll never stop what I'm doing Grooving moving for Jesus Steady grindin in the streets just to reach all of

the least I broke east you know I had to face it I guess I flaked but it was no mistake because 311's got the boom y'all my mic check is giving me electric

largest Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist Plus I made all the beats and wrote all the raps Well I really didn't, but I did accordin' to

slang drugs We fuckin them niggaz up, ain't no love for Bone Thugs Nigga fuck y'all! Y'all bitches used up It's business as usual, I ain't takin no shit

up the phone I'll make it all on my own But that's a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone! I save then baby, c'mon! Murderous, somebody noticed

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