Set The Mood Lyrics - De La Soul

Now check it (sup? ) 

Let me set the mood here aight? (yeah aight cool) 

We gonna, set it off with in-dee-dee, dee-dee-dee, -deed 

(yeah that's right) you know 

La-la-la-la-ladies first and all that 

(that's right ladies first) 

So peep it - you see this girl 

Who been poppin mad shit about you 

So I want you to get into it a little bit 

I want you to cru-cru-cru-crush that?? 

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[indeed] 

I was sittin on my lunchbreak, grittin my teeth 

It's the last day of the week, man what a relief 

My arms are sore as hell, I felt rigid and stiff 

So I turned around and I rolled this big fat spliff 

That's when I seen her, steppin out a rented yellow beemer 

This local ghetto fame rap cat her name was tina 

She was braggin she was goin on tour 

The same shit she was screamin since the year before 

Ever since the de la soul video, she seen me on the tv 

Heard that she was holdin a grudge and tryin to see me 

Workin underground circuits and mad cyphers of people 

When she asked who was ill, all she got was indeed 

She wanna battle (what? ) and it wasn't hard to tell 

All that I was thinkin bout was tryin to smoke my l 

I had four hours left and I was tired as hell 

Plus it was 12: 55 almost time for the bell 

She had an ill screwface mug, frontin like she know joe 

Gangsta bitch profile, boppin like allegro 

Forty-below timbos, fatigues saggin 

Pullin all her money out her pocket while she's braggin 

On her gold fronts with her name on it 

Her ice finger roll hand g-low while she claim fame on it 

I peeped the stee' - then I crushed her with ease 

Just for interruptin me while I was rollin my trees 

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Aight? (whoo!) 

That shit was bla-bla-bla, bla-blaze! (word) 

Now we gon' se-se-set, se-set this one up 

For my man mercenary (aight aight yo let's do this) 

(whassup? ) yo, I don't want you to make it like 

A story or nuttin (aight) 

I just want-want, want want-want 

Want you to come on some straight rhy-rhy-rhyme 

Rhy-rhy, rhy-rhme shit - rip a nigga in his ass! 

And let him know how we do it, y-y-y'know? 

[pos] 

Now maseo puff cheeba, while rich sniff lines 

David j push the whip while candy cal pull dimes 

And me right behind, with the shorty gettin her math 

To do the savion routine and just, tap that ass 

Still the one who kill wackness, man I left them niggaz crippled 

Had em all soft to hard back to soft like a nipple 

My +art is official+ while you're art-ificial 

Break you down to your very last participle 

Let me enlighten you, cause your third eye's on dim 

Me gettin taken out is rare like a smile from rakim 

See I'm remarkable, you're just bull 

Last name shit, y'all niggaz need to quit 

Open your mitt, and catch this 

I autograph every word you bit 

?? testify then?? take your picture 

Got an infinity of non-rhymes to hit ya 

While your whole clan is blam 

Understand that you must be smokin pounds of weed out of a pipe 

And mistook your munchies, for bein hungry for the mic 

And now you have to deal with these cats who's truly right 

Like estates with a pit on the lawn bark at the gates 

Put the whole entire plate in your face 

Make the point like who's that on that joint? it's me 

I'm in everything you see like??, yo I'm in demand 

I'm in the club man I'm in your hand 

Bein bought, I'm even in the thought from your girl 

The only thing you're in is in acting 

Your world'll be smashed 

Run against the won and you'll be last 

Like that call for alcohol, depletin your cash 

That's how you supposed to get in somebody ass 

Y'knowhatmsayin? know-know-know, know-know, know-know dat! 

Hahahahahaha 

{*ghost weed skit 2 follows*}