La La

Lyrics

[Intro: T3, with scratches by DJ Dez] [Busta Rhymes:] "Slum Villa'! "Type shit!" [J Dilla:] "Wooorldwide!" Yes! [J Dilla:] "It's all real..." Slum Village, y'all – it's like that, y'all! Uh! It's so beautiful! It's so lovely! So beautiful – it's like that y'all, yeah! [*whispers*] Yo... it's like that, y'all... (You know what...? Uh) [Verse 1: T3] You see I'm cold like the summers that I see in my sky Niggas came in this game and they stole our style Now look at these niggas say they so high style Nothin' would surprise me now, the war gener-al Now I think 'fore I speak these words out my mouth But the sen-[ten]-ces I be sayin', I be blurring 'em out So I speak with a slur, like a drunk on a row Or a disturbed patient in the men-tal house Come and lounge in the house of the Slum Where the sounds of the music is as best as they come It's all good – "S is the best," said some, some said we wouldn't succeed as one Heyyyy... [Hook: T3 & Baatin] We do it for you niggas who get money Now you got it, if you feel it – Put your hands up in the air (air, air, air...) Women who must get it, got it fluent, and you know you flaunt it – All we need is me and you Let's make it happen, come on, let's ride (let's go...) [Verse 2: Elzhi] It's like I stay at constant war with these wack niggas You'd think I wore a hard hat with the strap hangin' Gat slangin', with my arm in the shape of a L, lettin' my fingers walk I never been down to Earth, I just been deep in thought Peeping y'all mediocre MCs, deleting culture I cry freedom like the eyes leaking from a deceasin' soldier You think it's over, not by a longshot Even if triggered by the best sniper the mob got 'Cause I rock sacrament type slang Doper than collapsin' a light vein with the needle to your forearm You'd wind up in the worst-case scenario, challenging me The unseen son of a king – something extreme! Super-heroic, boost the moon through a poem's landscape to make your hands wave like the movements of oceans Don't make me angry, you bound to get lifted from the canvas Equivalent to mutated talents of Professor Xavier'y "S is the best," said some, some said we wouldn't succeed as one (one... one... one...) [Hook: T3 & Baatin] We do it for you niggas who get money Now you got it, if you feel it – Put your hands up in the air (air, air, air...) Women who must get it, got it fluent, and you know you flaunt it – All we need is me and you Let's make it happen, come on, let's ride (let's go...) [Interlude: Baatin, DJ Dez scratches] Come on...! C-c-come on... (Come on...!) [Verse 3: Baatin] Most of these niggas d'ne sold they soul ta'... Get ya lil' highs, ya lil' chain, ya lil' Rover – Bark, children! Every breath you take – The end gettin' closer, one life to live And it's based upon a clock that's tickin' and it's tockin' – it don't stop! I'm in a gray space-coaster, you can't see me Because you're blind to the simple fact of life That one of these days you're gonna die! And miss the one and only chance you could fly The Motor-Bot, where niggas is claiming the fame Just try to humble yourself and be greater than the name (Rasu'l!) This message is stuck on your brain... live your life! [Hook: T3 & Baatin] We do it for you niggas who get money Now you got it, if you feel it – Put your hands up in the air (air, air, air...) Women who must get it, got it fluent, and you know you flaunt it – All we need is me and you Let's make it happen, come on, let's ride (let's go...) We do it for you niggas who get money Now you got it, if you feel it – Put your hands up in the air (air, air, air...) Women who must get it, got it fluid, and you know you flaunt it – All we need is me and you Let's make it happen, come on, let's ride (let's go...) [*live drum outro by Young RJ*]