Lyrics:
De La Soul 3 Feet High And Rising

Cool breeze Rock that shit homie Rock Lite as a Rock As a rock Cool breeze Rockin' it, rockin' it Rock You gotta rock it Keep on rockin' Rock's the

this dance to introduce myself as The chosen one to speak Let me lay my hand across yours And aim a kiss upon your cheek They name's plug two And from the soul

should erase it in the first wave But second wave forms believers And believers will walk to it then even talk to it and say (You got the body now you want my soul

Dove: This is de la orgee... (various male and female grunting, panting and screaming sounds, including...) (it's in there.) (say you like it. tell

(ecoutez. a midi.) (quel heure est-il? il est midi.) (c'est l'heure de dejeuner. qu'est-ce qu'il y a a manger? ) (il y a saucisse, sans doute.) (ecoutez

" Filled my bath up with the water, gargled with my gargle cup As I bathed I felt a presence, and I'm sort of ticklish I looked down and then around and

gun, he's always drunk An' Peter's pimpin' Jane an' John a punk Infested are the halls also the brains Daddy's broken down from ghetto pains Mommy's flyin' high

have soul!) POS: 3 That's the Magic Number Yes it is It's the magic number Somewhere in this hip-hop soul community Was born 3 Mase, Dove and me And

have dandruff Dante is a scrubb Dante is a scrubb (scrubb) Dante is a scrubb (is a big scrubb) Dante is a scrubb (a super scrubb) (scrubb) (And ya