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Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump


Artist: De La Soul
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 4
Year: 2000

With Me Lyrics - Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump - De La Soul

Intro/Chorus: {sung} 

 

Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby 

Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby 

Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby 

Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby 

 

(repeat 2X) 

 

(Dove) 

How you gon' tell me to mind my own biz 

when you lookin like somethin I need to know about? 

I used to go about it the wrong way, tuggin your arm when you'd pass 

But I see you got class besides all that 

Yeah I'm picky in my own way too 

While the rest of these fools is lookin to screw your brains out 

I bling'd(?) out don't(?) wanna stand froze 

Practicin my hello's, hey lady, how you doin 

Renewin these vows is like fifty steps beyond from here 

Shit I don't even know your name yet (word) 

Ain't sure what your character contains yet 

But damn lady, you could be my Valentine 

Cupid got his infrared on my chest clocked 

Let the rest flock, they just birds anyway 

I grow my confidence in words the Henny way - yeah, buy me a drink 

so we can sink into that thought path. 

 

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Chorus 

 

(Pos) 

Now you know you ain't right, eyein me up all night 

despite the fact some kid is runnin chitta-chat in your ear 

How the hell we get here, with me over here, and you over there 

when we can make, such an obvious pair? 

Why miss? Have you misread my shyness for conceit? 

I'm peepin how you move it to the pace of the beat 

Got my eyes on wide as they constantly collide with yours 

Your heavenly body rushin the tide to shore 

Your heavenly body rushin these guys to the floor 

to find pleasure in your double digit design, 

but these clowns look hurt 

And as a woman's ex-nigga I'm a woman ex-pert 

Understandin how the ovaries and all that shit work 

Extremely dreamy, my eyes you look surprised 

that I'm movin closer - don't be, I'm supposed to D.C. 

Are you for real or a tease? 

 

Photos 

 

(Dove) 

Now let that drink set in sweet, we up close and personal 

Ain't nuttin dull about this, sharp like Swiss precision 

(Caught you watch-in) my every move from the door 

Teran escortin us to V.I.P., we live in D.C. 

Shoestring dress I wanna fuck and make your hair look a mess 

Suckin the straw huh? You know the head game 

First place chick girl I'm all about winnin too 

I want my trophy life-sized in a see through 

 

(Pos) 

This ain't your average, whippin your batterage 

drivin song that probably isn't your type 

So I type it long with that ink that won't budge 

or smudge off your memory; courtesy of SkyTel 

My mail, pop up like some bubbles found on VH-1 

Also need the math to your color pH-1 

Not the old man in the club who needs his dub to get rubbed 

but sound the buzzer, I'm comin to sub 

 

Chorus 1.25X 

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