| Hello boys and girls. |
| welcome to your de la soul readalong storybook!
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| When you hear this sound… * …that means turn the page.
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| And now we begin our exciting adventure of… de la soul is dead.
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| Playground honeys:
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| — oh my god, vanilla ice…
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| — he's so fly!
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| — the boy is so good.
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| — did you see his body?
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| — he could dance too.
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| — he could.
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| — he's better than any rapper I ever seen!
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| — and plus his dancers!
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| — he's so jammin'!
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| Jeff: yo, what’s up?
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| Honeys: yo, jeff, where you been, man?
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| Jeff: guess what I just found, I just found a de la soul tape in the garbage.
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| Honeys: for real? |
| let’s hear it!
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| Jeff: no!
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| Honeys: aww, be like that!
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| Mista lawnge: what’s up, cocksnot? |
| how ya doing, buddy?
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| Honeys: cocksnot? |
| you gonna let him call you that? |
| sucker!
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| Jeff: leave me alone!
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| Lawnge: what do we have here?
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| Jeff: nothing!
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| Lawnge: listen, you little arsenio hall gum having punk!
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| Honeys: oooh! |
| you let him call you arsenio! |
| oooh!
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| Lawnge: I want the tape!
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| Jeff: it’s mine!
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| Honeys: oh, he played you! |
| jeff’s getting played! |
| jeff! |
| jeff! |
| bodyslam him,
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| jeff!
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| Lawnge: now! |
| I’ve got the new de la soul tape! |
| hey dicksnot, buttcrust,
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| get over here!
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| D.j. |
| aub: what’s up baby?
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| Mase: coolin'!
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| Lawnge: I just got this de la soul tape, man, slamming. |
| where’s the box?
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| the box!
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| Mase: so, yo, let’s get with the shilsnihilsnobilsno!
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| Aub: I got the bidox, let’s do this like brutus!
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| …28. |
| for those who have all four answers correct, you will recieve
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| A specially selected grand prize. |
| thanks, and goodnight, for three feet
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| High and rising, this is don newkirk. |