Stix Stonz Lyrics - De La Soul

Chorus: all 

If you can dig it, deal with it, if you can't, just forget it 

Cause nobody rocks the party like we 

Get loose, get loose, sunshine get loose 

Just rock, and show 'em you got juice 

And have, have, have, have, have, have, have fuuuuuuun! 

Verse 1: la sunshine 

I know it's been a while since the last time 

You're heard la sunshine pick up the microphone and rhyme 

But now I think it's time to go for mine 

So you can sit back, relax, just max and unwind 

Because it's time for me to out a few heads to bed 

Because I'm upset at what somebody said 

I've heard it through the grapevine it's been said 

That sunshine, can't rhyme? 

Ha! that's the funniest line that I heard in a long time 

The wanna be me's that they I sound off beat 

I'm not off beat, I'm totally unique and it sounds real sweet 

So if you're ready, get set for a trip to the sun 

You'll be guided, and I've decided to become 

One to take total control of your soul 

Young or all be bold because it's a sight to behold 

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Chorus: 

Sticks and stones might break your bones but pos is gonna blow your mind 

Ain't no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time! 

Verse 2: posdnuos 

Now you can bet that I'm first kick a watt 

Soul son, plug one, posdnuos I'm top notch 

Forward, backstep, got cabbage on the brain 

So I'm leafy, peasy, and I act kind of sane 

So homeboys and girls just come follow me 

I'm the fried pipe piper down with dub and plug three 

I like my mans, freestyle is not my flow 

But I gets mad respect from norfolk to glasgow 

I run this up to court about a minute to the sec 

Cause my hoodie won't clash with whipper whip's mockneck 

So my hip-hop teachers please show me the math 

And after this give me your goddamn autograph 

Chorus: 

Photos 

Whipper whip, you can make the microphone sing 

Walking around sporting your diamond ring 

All the ladies know you as an mc king 

So get on the mic and tell 'em it ain't no thing 

Verse 3: whipper whip 

Well the prince is my title and, I do what I must do 

When rappers get beside themselves, that's when I bust two 

Or three, see it doesn't matter to me 

Cause the w-h-i-p's got an army 

Whipper whip, the whipster, money gripster 

Can't stand the tipster unless she got the hips to 

Move a mountain, left on kingsly and fountain 

1345 is where I used to count them 

The grips in my bucket's the kind that choke horses 

No more losses and no toy mosses 

It's the kings of kingsly, from bronx to hollywood 

I'm whipper whip, I but the g in "good" 

Yo I can blow like a whistle, run far beyond average 

Been rapping to the man like randy savage 

You be the judge, come stand as I slam some 

There's open invitation to all and then some 

Chorus: 

Sticks and stones might break your bones but jd dub is gonna blow your mind 

Ain't no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time! 

Verse 4: dove 

I kick the chatanooga choo choo so listen to the calling 

Next stop's the body rock, here's the ticket to my clock 

It's the flips, but keep your jaws on your hips 

>from back in the days I used to air it to the hits 

Earn the dance step and guaranteed to play the wheel to wheel 

And wild style was the real, dig it? 

I block the heckles and hecks and gets nuff respects 

Without the "bah diddy bah" I couldn't go and cash checks 

Chorus: 

Dj mase, since you got the bass, why don't you hit it, hit it? 

Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it! 

The do re, the mi phi, the sol la, the tito 

Rocking it, rocking it, yes he is rocking it 

Tito, rocking it! 

Verse 5: tito 

Smiggity smoking, no joking, turning styles like a token 

No singer, but swinging rap lyric like a ringer 

I'm solo, like bobo, breaking backs like bolo 

No kitten, no hitting booby traps for the sitting 

Ducks should I mention rhyme breezing like benson 

Or hedges, I'm fuming autographs for the human 

Being, I'm g-ing, off like keying 

Or keenan, live ivory, waynan, who's slaying? 

A tv or movie, hit singles often move me 

Like groove me, they got me lingers like a ? ? ? 

No slipping, no tripping on me while I'm ripping 

Slam dunking like a donut on the bulls scottie pippen 

A vocab that's no fad, I'm heftier than glad bags 

My son's about 2, buckaroo and yelling "go dad!" 

Chorus: 

Sticks and stones might break your bones but superstar's blows your mind 

Ain't no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time! 

Verse 6: superstar 

I get the honor to rap with some old school greats 

Caz, whipper whip, tito, and la 

Maseo, posdnuos, trug, they from the new school 

A perfect blend from the old and new 

Superstar, where did I fit in? how did I get in? 

Where did I begin, sin? 

I'm known from belcourt to freeport, not a west coast or five boroughs 

Yeah, my name's whispered in the ghettos 

When I'm on stage, I write a book, flip a page 

Write a chapter, and leave a hell of a phrase 

Now, before I go, you know that I'm a pro, yo 

You won't forget me, why, because I flow 

Chorus: 

So gmc, ha, gmc, ha ha, gmc ha, gmc, ha ha 

Gmc, ha huh! (yo my throat is sore) 

Yo, get on the mic, stay on the mic (dammit) 

Rock on the mic with your rhymes galore! 

Verse 7: grandmaster caz 

Well I'm a black act back to attack the wack new jack 

Smack the sad sack track with the stack of facts 

True old data, see you later alligator 

Raid or raider darth vader, cause I'm greater or rater 

Made a plate of soul food, barbequed a rude dude with the attitude 

Who got screwed cause he chewed 

But I'm a writer, you can't take a bite of 

So light up your lighter and watch me recite a 

Dope verse or two with the curse or two, yeah rehearse a cue 

But first a few minutes of funk, preferably seven 

Microphones, all I need is one 

Mc's to school, ten or eleven then a bottle of don 

When the job is done, but don't stop me now 

I'm on a roll, control the whole stroll 

And bowl the whole toll, fold the known souls 

Patrol shoot the fruit, toot toot the hoot 

Scoot with the loot and knock a cute suit boots 

Entertain your brain like kane, not strain to maintain my main (shit) stain 

Walls record us, break through the borders 

All the manslaughters and kidnap daughters 

Who are building and chlling in the building with a villian 

I'm killing and illing but still in like bob dylan 

I'm democratic emphatic erratic static I'm good at it 

And suckers get gatted with the automatic 

Rhymes are plenty, styles are many 

Yeah, and that's as real as jimmy sticking jenny 

If anybody knows a trick to slip my wig 

With a lick or real sick with a lyrical brick 

He's a vick bound to get tracked off 

Step to the grandest and you'll get slapped off 

Stage, and thoroughly stomped with the quickness 

Now can I get a witness, cause I'm out