Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Book Of Life, artist - De La Soul. Album song FIRST SERVE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Goodkeys
Song language: English
The Book Of Life |
| Friends, how many have 'em? |
| How long before they split like atoms? |
| Don’t ask me, but what I do stand behind |
| is someone havin your back, seems hard to find |
| You know the line, «Don't judge the book by its cover» |
| Read every page cause the nigga’s my brother |
| But it shoulda stated, that the book’s on one’s life |
| is always upgraded (so open the book!) |
| …Aight, business. |
| page 9, right? |
| Yo, sun’s out so momma’s first son’s up |
| Between me and Deen, I’m the first one up |
| Ready to grind, always on time |
| for any interview, face-to-face, even online |
| Knocked out about fo' befo', Deen stumbles through |
| the door groggy, last night foggy, so unprofessional! |
| What? |
| You wanna hold a congressional hearing on this shit? |
| C’mon, Pop, quit! |
| This is how we is when it comes to the biz |
| Off-point, off-centered |
| and when you point it out, he gets ill-tempered |
| Promoter of the show’s pissed cause the spot had a curfew |
| but Hurricane Whitter blew through |
| and made the mess of the date (Yeah, I got here late, and?) |
| We only did four songs, 'spose to do more songs |
| Now Ken-doo dealin with the riot and the venue, yeah |
| Crazy. |
| got this shit right here, on page 63 |
| Aiyyo, little kid’s sis insists she knows me |
| Backstage access, aspiring actress |
| She gon' be the candidate to get this caucus |
| Of course my campaign is interrupted |
| Jacob’s fury, he’s wearing a helmet |
| Penile pad like he’s Mr. Cockney |
| I ain’t buyin it, he can’t sell it |
| I’ll redial Madlock, the verdict is sloppy |
| We used to split the rations, trios ménages |
| But now I got a private car parked garages |
| All on my front seat, he playin like bumper cars |
| (I think yo' bitch likes me!) Nigga she’s neither one of ours |
| He on the bitch strong so I’ma play passive |
| Now she sayin she gotta go home — YOU BASTARD! |
| Damn, I’m in the gooddamn dirt like a shovel |
| outta work with a pay stub and earnin NO love |
| Oh yeah I’ll open the book! |
| Yeah let me open it for you |
| I’ll turn to the page for you motherfucker |
| It’s right here! |
| Look right here! |
| It’s like the harmonica sounds of black clouds around |
| Word around the campfire you said I’m a tramp buyer |
| Nigga, I don’t pay for hoes! |
| Unlike you who disappears for DAYS for hoes |
| Well here go Captain Paper-Frozen, Salad-That's-Frosty |
| The only dude in the group with a personal glossy |
| Personal transport, champion hand sport |
| Caught him yankin the cord, this dude is boss |
| And the Lord won’t save us even though we need saving |
| Can’t even wrestle it, now it’s all desolate |
| Like B.B. said, «The thrill is dead» |
| And the afterlife, it’s trife to stay in the red |
| But I’m stayin ahead, one lesson to thank you |
| Stow a skunk in the street cred and one in the bank too |
| Far gone but ain’t far enough to see through |
| Word is you did a solo album with your people |
| But life ain’t that Pop, you ain’t no show stopper |
| Send the boys over to crown you when- |
| Hey what the fuck you just say? |
| Yo stop the tape! |
| Yo, WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST SAY?! |
| Nigga, I said what you heard! |
| Oh, uh-huh. |
| please… |
| and WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST HEAR? |
| Oh, it’s like that Pop? |
| …It's on now |