feat. Flava Flav
  
  [Flava Flav]
  Look man! You're botherin me G
  I got shit to do right now, aight?
  This is for De La Soul, y'knahmsayin?
  Word up I got shit to do you test tube baby! {*laughing*}
  
  Check one two, check one two
  De La Soul, is now back on the map
  Long Island, is now back on the map
  Good rap music, is now back on the map
  Yo check one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav
  And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin nowhere
  Old school is here to stay BOY!
  
  [Posdonus] + (Flava Flav)
  On the outskirts, of what works
  Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
  Live by the sword and die by the semi
  Not part of my ways, but stays right in my
  N.Y. mentality for me to be the best
  The current, the ones who weren't
  pressed, to confess lies over hot joints
  to sell to all who wanna hear some
  (Young'uns these days got fireproof eardrums!)
  They don't give a SHIT who's hot
  Just long as you're not, pussy, and be the would-be King
  But once crowned, the same wanna pull you down
  (And what makes the world go 'round!!)
  And I be the world renowned Wonder Why
  Wonderin why you can't stand me
  Is it because I'm the main Jackson
  and y'all just Titos and Randys? (Yes, it is!)
  Bless the kid who hold his own head and expect to last
  At the same time, I want respect and cash
  And a few paragraphs in them books
  Tellin you how us Native Tongues made hits with no hooks
  Rapped in every prefixes, gave birth to rap remixes back in '88
  No disrespect to Diddy just settin it straight
  Instead of zig-zaggin, got a degree in braggin
  My daughter says I'm a teen, cause like a teen
  my pants always saggin and I walk with a bop
  The {?} part of my time, I walked from my pop
  No longer on timey and was never on Loud
  But cooked rhymes that make the Chefs of Wu proud
  I'm top cloud to rain on your show
  And still "anything goes when it comes to hoes" because
  
  [Flava Flav]
  Music (c'mon) New York (c'mon) Detroit (c'mon) c'mon down!
  Miami (c'mon) L.A. (c'mon) Vegas (c'mon) c'mon down!
  Boston (c'mon) Tucson (c'mon) Long Island (c'mon) c'mon down!
  V.A. (c'mon) Portland (c'mon) Chi-Town (c'mon) c'mon down!
  
  [Dave] + (Flava Flav)
  Make you shake like, sunshine, naked shoe was once mine
  Had bottom inner drawers and used to hit it from the mids
  Fix your playground player or some kids'll
  come stomp in your sandbox, swollen hands cocked back
  No knives, no drama, no guns
  No disrespectin your seed or Ma Dukes
  I puke rhyme and you laugh, take a sniff
  of these fricaseed raps on Carribean riffs
  See last night's change was today's dough money
  No time for your freestyles so roll money
  No more whack albums with two joints
  No more ballplayin rappers who shoot ya two points
  (No more G cause I'm sick of your hip-hop!)
  Your flows bore like seashores with no bitches
  Switchhittin niggaz will receive no pitches
  No diamonds on the field, just keep the game real
  simple, see the God flows healthy
  Wealth in the mind is like money in the bank
  Exchange cash like thoughts in conversation
  Thank you for your purchases, we dough out
  and roll out the Kool-Aid, {?} see us pimp strut
  Ain't really pimpin, I'm tryin to catch the bus
  The Krush Groove ain't got shit on Cold Crush!
  We dolly dolly babies cause we shootin cats
  'Back to the Future' rap with Doc Brown shotgunnin it
  And pantyhose your whole style and start runnin it
  You dudes fiddle while we stay on the cello
  The mush-in-your-room son, we stay portobello
  Can't settle for the same picket white fence
  I got dreams of barbed wire in front of factories pa
  Still push the truck with the factories pa
  I'm bound to wreck the whip and turn insurance out, make 'em shout
  
  [Flava Flav]
  D.C. (c'mon) Oakland (c'mon) U.K. (c'mon) c'mon down!
  New Orleans (c'mon) Little Rock (c'mon) B-More (c'mon) c'mon down!
  Memphis (c'mon) Utah (c'mon) Jersey (c'mon) c'mon down!
  Atlanta (c'mon) Brooklyn (c'mon) Philly (c'mon) c'mon down!
  
  [Flava Flav]
  Yeah that's right! Flava Flav, with De La Soul
  Act bold, and we knock you straight up in the hole
  Y'knahmsayin? Six feet deep, that's the way that we keep, rollin
  Y'knahmsayin? Operation tech sensation in the nation
  Ready to take it to Penn Station, y'knahmsayin?
  Yeah, ah ha ha ha {*laughing*}
  Long Iz one is, that's where we is man {*laughing*}
  De La Soul, you done it again!
  De La Soul, you done it again! {*laughing*}
  De La Soul, you done it again! {*laughing*}
  Flava Flava, De La Soul, you done it again!