Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doo Woo You, artist - Digital Underground. Album song The Body-Hat Syndrome, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.09.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Doo Woo You |
Don’t be afraid to let a brother funk with you |
Would you let a nucka doo woo you (x3) |
Don’t be afraid to let a brother funk with you |
Yeah, would you let me doo woo you |
Yo, I’ve got plenty of love |
But I got no love for anybody trying to keep me down |
I got a lot of love for all the ones who got my back |
But not the monkey that’s riding on it |
They ride to hear a brother say 'shaggalackfragganack' |
You know what I mean … nothing |
But like an FOI I can’t tell a lie |
I get too much juice when you turn me loose |
And like fruit from a tree’s got vitamin C |
I’m from the Darkside and I’m fortified |
I got the kind of vitamins to creep beneath your skin |
That’s why you’re so afraid to let me in |
I’ll take you to a whole 'nother level |
You know I got the Main Ingredient |
So just keep on fronting |
Gotta, gotta, gotta keep on fronting — keep on, keep on |
Keep on running your mouth and pumping the lies |
So I’m punking you out |
Invest in all the young, funky minds of today |
Infesting all the young, funky minds with the FADES: |
Falsely Acquired Diluted Education Syndrome |
That’s why I need a Bodyhat |
To block all the ooey-gooey brainwashed nuts with the bag |
Make them drip back up the shaft of the system |
Uh-huh, I just dissed them |
You make me out to be the devil |
Afraid that I’m a take you to a whole 'nother level |
You know that I’m a creep beneath your skin |
Well, what do we have here |
Sheer bliss, Saafir hears this so |
We getting our grind on |
Put a little tuning and your grooming |
They want us to zoomer-zoom, we already zooming |
Putting on my mask, gotta think fast |
I’m a light sleeper so I wake last |
I’m drinking out the glass but the water ain’t pure |
And they wonder why I don’t want to do you |
First of all, you’re scandalous |
And I’m too real so you can’t handle this |
Then you’ll throw a fit and tell me I ain’t shit |
Go fatten up your lips |
Or better yet go put some rhythm in your hips |
I’ll flip, never will I slip |
On a front took her bust up |
So now what? |
I’ll tell you what: |
Why don’t you get a clue from within, mark |
Otherwise I’m gonna creep beneath your skin |
A wing-ding ding-a-ling, listen to me sing |
I like chicken wings |
All living things get treated like a brother |
Cause I’m a planet Earth lover |
And I’m surviving, I keep striving |
Alive in my blood’s the God from up above-uh |
I gain strength from my mother |
I’m potent cause soul is what I’m toting |
Style runs deep in my family tree |
Yeah, that’s me |
See, it’s gonna feel good when I run right through you |
So let me do you |
Open up and take a bite of me, chew me up |
Try to swallow my blackness. |
Go on, taste it |
Face it, it’s fact that you’re attracted to my style |
But still you lie to me |
You see, being afraid is the same as being shallow |
So why follow the masses? |
We’re in the Nineties |
Try to release your mind and be deep |
Peep/peace |