N.A.S.A. - Samba Soul Lyrics
It's Del baby back again nowShit gone change and it ain't gone changeWanna play games that's out of your rangeI got mad brains, I interpret thingsPrecisely pick 'em apart, my day start with artFoul remarks are met with the tartAttitude, that is rude boy, buddy embark on a journeyBoy, the tumble and dry keep turningI be burning the midnight oilsComputer screens glaze while my ideas coilI'm a Leo, I veto my egoWhen I greet all my peoples I see through the evilCan't outfox this, I'm cautious with gob stoppersWho pop they choppers, uh, uhNo go, I said soYou're flaky like the outside bread on an egg rollDiesel, the measles, you don't wanna catch thoseSlap foes, dap bros, welcome to the black holeLet's all act now unless you cracked outMy mouth spit math out, hope you don't pass outAnd we can do this with a bit of samba soulI want y'all to really get with it, let it hit your in the soulCan you dig it, can you dig, can you dig it? Yeah, yeah, yeahOut of sight, I knew you couldSo let's roll and get down with this soulDiesel neither come back or flow back, know thatCut off a limb this shit grow backSlip it a kojak, blaze up a drosackJust so I can get in the Bo blackHoes that's difficultJust 'cause they weak inside, like speaking liesI'll ignore them, symptom of boredomWhores come in dozens, plus they a dime a dozenNo time for fronting, better find em somethingMy motto is don't be saying shitYou don't be doing and you wont be ruinedI don't be fooling, I hope these useless gooses stop the foolishnessThey're excuses merely lead to my inclusiveClairvoyance about a fear of enjoymentOf hoes trying to snare 'em a billionaire boyfriend*****, your *****'s not gonna hold meMy mind calisthenics is my whole motif, my flow go deepKnow those streets from the solo creepKnow those beats, so don't sleepThat's how you get taken unawareAching for a share, hating on a playaNever wanna look toward, just sit there and look boredAnd got the nerve to be materialisticWhen knowledge ain't nowhere on their wish listAnd then they blow they whole goalDon't even recognize inside they own soulAnd then they blow they whole goalDon't even recognize inside they own soulAnd we can do this with a bit of samba soulI want y'all to really get with it, let it hit your in the soulCan you dig it, can you dig, can you dig it? Yeah, yeah, yeahOut of sight, I knew you couldSo let's roll and get down with this soulD-E-L the man, you know he'll rock it tooWhenever you hand him a microphone to useHe is down to business, you know that he don't playSo just bear witness to that samba soul he displayAnd we can do this with a bit of samba soulI want y'all to really get with it, let it hit your in the soulCan you dig it, can you dig, can you dig it? Yeah, yeah, yeahOut of sight, I knew you couldSo let's roll and get down with this soul
