360º (de La Soul) Songtext

drop like, 9 months

rock from backyard to front

who wants to live the gutter life we got sidewalks to walk

baby

I need a chick with big potatoes to mash

baby

hang like Powell, shoot I've been floatin for years

she went from rappin in cars, to rappin careers

1 dead 2 dead I got gifts like Santa

go from NY to DC and down to Atlanta
make ya fly like propellas we beat it down in the cellar

I guess ya call it the basement, cause that's where all the bass went

lemme turn it up a notch, old skool like ed koch toss my foot up in the air

(whhooo)

grab my crotch

WHO AM I

michael, keep the music on a cycle

so we can finish up the flow in ya fro

(word up word up)



This is called frozen style

shatta your teeth style

freeze like the arctic style ya'll



C'mon check it out

From the P to the O to the S (S)

know the pinpoint of flow to the chest (chest)

so wear ya vest (vest)

nibble the thighs and the breasts on Vanessa

I had to sneak it cause ma's keep me under pressure

now as the sun appears to rise and set

some cats live for the hood cause that's as good as it gets

but my plot is much thicker, I'm movin much quicker

360 miles to the PH

so I'm balanced .... connectin the dots

I got 2 propellers in all

when from ghetto, to the Meadow

seen all degrees of hot and froze when I am not

like, lot my lady threw salt in the game

invested cheese in the mouse

who since walked into fame

now ya hear my name bein screamed on the ride of life

it's too late to get off (to get off)

We in the house ya'll (ya'll)

We in the house ya'll (ya'll)

We about to get evicted

pay no lights not liquids

the bills ain't paid and last week we had a raid

'cause we partied to much, but that's my families trade

invited ya folks, and ya home folks stayed

>they tried to start up some shit

but we just pushed up the fade

sat back charged a $, head and got paid, and called on the band and got stupid when the keyboard played

[talking in background]

Keep it funky with the Propellerheads ya'll



Now listen

ya see I'm here to usher in the pain w/ no relief

but still get the "Great Scots are you a theif? Seems like ya got a mouth full of gold..." Records

sorry for that platinum plaques soon to come

'till then propeller got me workin the drum

so notify the 5-0 lookin for the fumble-o

I heard ya wanna rumble on the mic so check it out

how ya want it I got it

YEAH