Turn It Out

De La Soul & Yummy Bingham - Rap, Soundtrack
Turn It Out
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[Intro] Listen to this [Pre-Chorus] Hey! We came to turn it out Inside out We'll cut it out Hey! We'll make them scream and shout And we will We'll cut it out [Chorus] So where your head bone Connected to my leg bone Like your microphone stand to your microphone Yeah, vital signs check, all bones connect We come together just to make you feel funky [Verse 1] See, we came here To build a Pos - D root of respect We don't check coke Got the antidote for hip hop is swallowing cold (And what's that) Sign a record deal, a record deal loan A lot a people sayin' that the thrill is gone Check your postal rap fills bank Check the hundred CCs of De La to make the heart crank Keep ingredients nice Like the P-Funk girls Screamin' like imma hawk I'm a scrawny little dude Got the money that I make Help to make the fool Now, ain't that right my man Yeah, I kick a can about a mile a stick vowels Dirty and dead vowels My sister pumps sounds throws and pass Enters your ear holes Got a beef for all your "ands" Say ahead while who drives slaves They driftin' off the road I'm in their rear view Flash my lights like [Pre-Chorus] Hey! We came to turn it out Inside out We'll cut it out Hey! We'll make them scream and shout And we will We'll cut it out [Chorus] So where your head bone Connected to my leg bone Like your microphone stand to your microphone Yeah, vital signs check, all bones connect We come together just to make you feel funky [Verse 2] We got the Jones and the phones To make you right She got the Jones in her head to To shake it right We got the Jones jumpin' off In here tonight (That's absolutely right) He got the Jones in his bones To make it vibe She got the Jones in her hips To shake it right We got the Jones jumpin' off In here tonight (That's absolutely right) Ayo, bring me to the place where they extract the fat Surplus C cell, the battery pack Stayin' fresher than romaine, Rogaine the spot Where the track fallen out We in and all out Takin' me apart, well I'll bring the ball out You haul your city and truck it all out All reinforcements endorse swallowin' the pill Drop the last load and we rip the small out Call out, if you need a sixteen the green And have me attack the entire wall out Born in the heart of hip-hop, move to the belly Knew the B-boy pose before exposed to the telly Make bread to break bread Not here for the playin' Make sure we keep it pure While everyone's sayin' that [Pre-Chorus] Hey! We came to turn it out Inside out We'll cut it out Hey! We'll make them scream and shout And we will We'll cut it out [Chorus] So where your head bone Connected to my leg bone Like your microphone stand to your microphone Yeah, vital signs check, all bones connect We come together just to make you feel funky [Pre-Chorus] Hey! We came to turn it out Inside out We'll cut it out Hey! We'll make them scream and shout And we will We'll cut it out Hey! We came to turn it out Inside out We'll cut it out [Outro] Hey! We'll make them scream and shout We come together just to make you feel funky
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Credits
- Writers
- Richard Morninglane
- Posdnuos
- Trugoy the Dove