Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blowing Down, artist - Digable Planets. Album song Blowout Comb, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.10.1994
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Blowing Down |
We always roll down, no doubt |
At the funky side of ten spots |
Dash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out |
Pretenders bent out and ready to do my splendor |
Move, move the smooth groover, dudes from the zoo |
That play the mic like, wow |
Walk with a cane, talk with the slang |
Developed on Crooklyn blocks which I walk but |
Our radius is the whole universe |
Kiss yourself goodbye cause Amu know you no plush |
Cheese dime, let me try her, gold smile |
Fro in the pile, beep beeped my sun visor |
She filled with sun visor, and Staten the third |
Love, love, everyday, that’s my word |
When I see your crew, I say «that's them herbs» |
Blam-blam, bloodclot and it just don’t stop |
(Fresh) lush black (slick) |
Right off the block (fat) |
No doubt, we turns it out |
Cause we keep black movement and castle keep rocking |
Plus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spots |
Play in the corners and maybe even boogie |
Till the sun come up or a gun come up |
Shooting at the breeze, the local MCs |
Styling with ease, doing it like the sun is in here |
Cause we bomb rhyme, saying, Butter ain’t playing |
Blowing out, blowing out |
Blowing out, blowing out |
Blowing out, blowing out |
Blowing out, blowing out |
Black on time been still laying like I said |
Under the screen, be a eighth wonder |
So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist |
Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue |
Corner flying it into a forty, twenty |
Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by, double time and shit |
Next, I’m hitting, so I can step sooner |
On the nova, so no water goes south |
So see my G, yeah, she coming and we not a flesh vendor |
Mecca got soul living so, living so |
Shot open on my left just in time |
No we finger pops it to a liter, when it’s cool |
In a sense we smoother than oil’s contents |
Loyal to the kick drum like… flavor |
Bounce, bounce, ease back, when we do it, fluid |
Yes, nigga type fresh |
Blowing out, blowing out |
Blowing out, blowing out |
Blowing out, blowing out |
Blowing out, blowing out |
We always blow out (Without a doubt, without a doubt) |
For the funky side of town, no doubt (Yes, yes, y’all, yes, yes, y’all) |
We always blow out (Uh, check it out) |
For the funky side of town, no doubt (Word) |
We gets live-r than any eighty fiver |
And the funk pots thicker out here in Brooklyn |
Every crew’s badder, we choose to rock fatter |
Cause I stimulate… |
Life and matter |
When I spread my wings, I do’s my things |
Cause Doodle Bug wants to live like a Zulu king |
So I swing with my crew to where the beats be fat |
Swoon units by the pound and they natural black |
Without a doubt, this is the place to be |
I see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren G |
I sinks into the mode of the cool out breeze |
You know, the cool breeze rocks the beats wit ease |
So nigga please, full of the dread poetic |
The sun-moon sect in the house made to set it |
With the peace signs, fat rhymes, the planet fix |
Add Butter to the Mecc, then jet to eighty-six |
Blowin' out, blowin' out |
Blowin' out, blowin' out |
Blowin' out, blowin' out |
Blowin' out, blowin' out |
You better blow that shit out |