Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill
Thinking he wont goddamnit he will
You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill
Thinking he wont goddamn it he will
De la soul is from the soul
He thinks that he can control
Now turn around and let me see just what you curve like
He was contrite when he know that he denied
If i lost you be patient
He was in for thrill, he was skilled.
Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past
He smoked, she drank, he stoned, she ratchet, he clank.
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