Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Snoopies, artist - De La Soul. Date of issue: 25.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Snoopies |
| In a hundred years from now |
| We will not recognize this place |
| The dollar store is filled with love |
| The parking lot is full of grace |
| Now, judges put their snoopies on |
| With glorious and true restraint |
| A child is gonna rule them all |
| Said the prophets of the human race |
| Hey now, can you picture yourself |
| Hey now, in the physical sense |
| Hey now, a subcutaneous thing |
| Hey now, like a mother and father |
| Pan Am trips, circa 76, the Ritz |
| Papa hit the belt, to pick up at the JFK |
| I judge nothing, I let her know, AFK |
| I’m off the front porch and the front screen |
| Two shocks on my back, the wise look mean |
| They told me slow down, baby, but I’m a lummox |
| The 8-ball said, Dave, you in the wrong lot |
| Move like sloth, cut cloth with new scissors |
| You thinking too big, I call Nell Carter |
| Somebody give me a break, cut ya toe up |
| You put both hands up, I put four up |
| Can’t teach a fast dog how to stand still |
| Mano e mano it’s the hand to hand still |
| Somebody give me a break, the clutch went out |
| Tags slap hands, I’m about to man out |
| Can’t teach 'em at the morgue how to stand still |
| See y’all tomorrow for the man to man |
| Ma-ma-ma-man to man |
| Now that was all so long ago |
| See the babies, they are running wild |
| If you get too close, they run away |
| So tonight we better stay inside |
| So whenever things don’t go my way |
| I simply put my snoopies on |
| I’ll share them with you, I don’t mind |
| Let me be your microphone |
| Hey now, can you picture yourself |
| Hey now, in the physical sense |
| Hey now, a subcutaneous thing |
| Hey now, like a mama and papa |
| Will I ever get tired of this |
| Will I ever get turned around |
| Will I ever get over you |
| Give me a break now, the clutch went out |
| Will I ever go back again |
| Will I ever get used to me |
| Will I ever be smart enough |
| How do I know if I’m totally clean? |
| It’s the elastic youth, coming to size up your plastic troop |
| Keep a pot of caution, boil it in the hot |
| I wonder why, so why not |
| Move like a used car and you get used up wherever you are |
| So they say me and my crew get it new all day |
| Couple of shots of calamity |
| But don’t mess with the gram to be sniffed |
| Too messy for the ego, when you come crashing |
| There ain’t no airbag to dash in and catch ya |
| She goes down and I look down |
| She looks up, I don’t know what to say |
| Yo, do that shit, yo, do that shit |
| But she already done done it anyway |
| But yo, do understand under the man |
| Lies another line set of value, open a shape |
| So when I’m speeding too fast, it don’t match the brake |
| (Car braking hard) |