Digable Planets — What Cool Breezes Do
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What Cool Breezes Do Digable Planets03:22
Текст песни: What Cool Breezes Do
What Cool Breezes Do Lyrics[Hook] You gotta do what ya feel, do what ya feel Do what ya feel, yeah do what ya feel Do what ya feel, do what ya feel Do what ya feel, yeah do what ya feel Do what ya feel, do what ya feel Do what ya feel, yeah do what ya feel Do what ya feel, do what ya feel If it's real [Verse 1: Ladybug Mecca] Exit planet Venus for a Brooklyn stroll Jazzy fly, nappy things, plaits to a roll Leaves fumble falling down, wind blowing 'round Dig the layer change, the funkifying sound Mecca, the Ladybug, changing like seasons Moves I be seeing, changes life's reasons On to express the ways that I profess the Swoon unit glow, as I go; Butter flow I take a chance, go against the norm But they used to make advance to my lady form Ok, shall I smack a ghetto punk with the line? (but, Mecca) Ok, slap a meadow punk with a fine I flip this only to the ones who lack respect The rest, just get your ticket pronto and jet, but please... [Hook] Do what ya feel, do what ya feel Do what ya feel, yeah do what ya feel Do what ya feel, do what ya feel If it's real [Verse 2: Doodlebug] Check out the funk-brown bass, my man This be the medium used by Dig Plans Hit the cosmics like a funkonaut Leave the ladybugs with forget-Funk-nots Black sunflowers, broom be your tomb If sound from the Digs, it'll zoom up your room Bugs block spots where hip-hop be your norm If Capri is the Kid, the floor's getting stormed With the bass in ya face, space is the place Bugs take a stand, goddamn it's a jam C-note be no uncivilized just Poppin' out the jive in the jazz-causing rush Can you dig it? My mellow, it's that cool cat sound (Doodlebug, Japrim told that the G be getting down) Shit, that's mandatory, so you gots to demand it And if they cannot help, here's a ticket to the Planets so... [Hook] Do what ya feel, do what ya feel Do what ya feel, yeah do what ya feel Do what ya feel, do what ya feel If it's real [Verse 3: Butterfly] Man, I ooze that, in the mad degrees With my crew and shit, honey dip, cool breeze Can you dig it? (I'm with it) (Butter, now you know) I know the wig gets the grade out, it's fat or else we'd be out Copped the rap bats from these cats out on Bleeker Rejuvenate the plates for my people and they speakers Nietzsche, Rap, make Anita crutch Planets wouldn't allow themselves to grow like such Expressions, sightings, scripting, taught Finest status quo is being an artist in New York Tongues be often forked, clothes be often caught If they call it a fad, we just ignore it like it's pork Planets got them thoughts blooming flowers in the dense They said the grass was greener so we snuck and hopped the fence Landed in a meadow, glimpsed and saw a shadow Of brothers with guitars, common sense and puffy afros Lucks was getting brazed, Paps was getting blazed Feds was cracking domes, but these cats, they wasn't phased In tights grips, yet their lips was talkin' fun Rhythms and the struggle kinda funneled into one True funk cannot disguise, because the streets have eyes Who's gonna revive? Well us and delic vibe Did it like a Dig Planet, goddammit To get a good kick it, suggest ya get ya ticket and... [Hook] Do what ya feel, do what ya feel Do what ya feel, yeah do what ya feel Do what ya feel, do what ya feel If it's real2
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