| We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
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| Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
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| Us flow a rush when the DJ’s boomin classics
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| You dig the crew on the fattest hip hop records
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| He touch the kinks and sinks into the sounds
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| She frequents the fatter joints called undergrounds
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| Our funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane
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| They flock to booms man boogie had to change
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| Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion
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| Where kinky hair goes to unthought-of dimensions
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| Why’s it so fly cause hip hop kept some drama
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| When Butterfly rocked his light blue-suede Pumas
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| What by the cut we push it off the corner
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| How was the buzz entire hip hop era?
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| Was fresh and fat since they started sayin audi
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| Cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie
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| The puba of the styles like miles and shit
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| Like sixties funky worms with waves and perms
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| Just sendin chunky rhythms right down ya block
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| We be to rap what key be to lock
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| But
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| I’m cool like dat
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| I’m cool… I'm cool…
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| We be the chocolates taps on my raps
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| innovates at the sweeta cat naps
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| He at the funk club with the vibrate
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| Them they be crazy down with the? |
| five plate?
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| It can kick a plan then a crowd burst
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| Me I be diggin it with s bump verse
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| Us we be freakin til dawn blinks an eye
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| He gives the strangest smile so I say hi (wassup)
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| Who understood yeah understood the plan
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| Him heard a beat and put it to his hands
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| What I just flip let borders get loose
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| How to consume or they’ll be just like juice
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| If its the shit we’ll lift it off the plastic
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| The babes’ll go spastic
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| Hip hop gains a classic
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| Pimp playin shock it dont matter I’m fatter
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| Ax Butta how I zone (man Cleopatra Jones)
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| And
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| I’m chill like dat
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| I’m chill… I'm chill…
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| Blink.blink.blink.blink.blink.blink.blink…
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| Think.think.think.think.think.think.think…
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| We get ya free cause the clips be fat boss
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| Them they’re the jams and commence to goin off
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| She sweats the beat and ask me cause she puffed it Me I got crew kids seven and a crescent
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| Us cause a buzz when the nickel bags are dealt
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| Him thats my man with the asteroid belt
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| They catch a fizz from the Mr. Doodle-big
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| He rocks a tee from the Crooklyn non-pigs
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| The rebirth of slick like my gangsta stroll
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| The lyrics just like loot come in stacks and rolls
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| You used to find a bug in a box with fade
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| Now he boogies up your stage plaits twist or braids
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| And
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| I’m peace like dat
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| I’m Peace
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| Check it out man I groove like dat
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| I’m smmoce like dat
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| I jive like dat
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| I roll like dat
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| Yeah I’m thick like dat
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| I stack like dat
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| I’m down like dat
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| I’m black like dat
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| Well yo I funk like dat
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| I’m fat like dat
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| I’m in like dat
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| Cause I swing like dat
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| We jazz like dat
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| We freak like dat
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| We zoom like dat
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| We out… we out… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rebirth of Slick (Cool Like Dat) , by - Digable Planets. Song from the album Reachin' (A New Refutation Of Time And Space), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп