Must B The Music Lyrics - First Serve - De La Soul's Plug 1 & Plug 2 Present

It's called must be the music 

I do boom bap, don't do cool rap 

Don't mind a little radio on my coon wrap 

We do it for the love, yeah, the love of money 

Use it to pay for food so don't go hung'y. 

Do trips to the Caribbean, do skiin'. 

Don't mind me, cause do it so free! 

Want the good life, don't delay 

Why put off tomorrow what I can do today! 

Oh yo, been there, done that murder 

Gun rap, pay dues don't pay checks, so run that 

High hopes don't sleep, don't do cheap seats 

Up front, on stage, where's the fuck that 

Blizzed in diamonds, see me shining, 

Dudes do they best to scratch the grinding 

Better like who done it, so ya'll who won it 

Don't believe the hype you simple Simon 

Chorus: 

Must be the music 

Got me in a trance, making me high 

Must be the music 

No escaping this, don't even try! 

Must be the music 

Got me in a trance, making me high 

Must be the music 

No escaping this, don't even try! 

It's them do's and don'ts 

They're movin' the most 

It's them do's and don'ts 

They're movin' the most 

OK do's, you love 'em 

Tell 'em, hug 'em, 

Make 'em high on life without having to drug 'em 

Don't dare ignore them, lie 'em, bore 'em 

holler at their sister, mom or cousin! 

Do the dishes, but don't break the china 

Don't make faces, especially not behind 'em 

Wine, champagne, tickle her with bubbles 

If she say do it, do that shit on the double! 

Break up, make up, don't hold no grudges 

Make sure you tell her if I her makeup smudges 

Compliment her hairdo, fuck it more champagne 

You need to do it before you get the girl campaign 

Wife her, life her, exchange the I do's 

Anniversary, don't let her remind you 

Chorus 

I don't carry no firearms 

I don't carry that security, 

The guns for hire arms 

What I will do is admire my own 

If it ain't my concern I leave it alone 

(Unless) 

It's a fly girl then I do the right thing, make it a night thing 

(And do the do) 

And if she don't refrain from the choo-choo train 

We'll let it all hang, and she do the crew 

(all aboard) 

I do alot of things that don't make sense 

What I don't do is ride the fence 

Hence, the reason for the season 

of the haters that jump on stage and get bathed in tomatoes 

Do to the mic that we use to clash in 

In comparison to us of the MC's trash 

Don't got the skills don't pursue it 

It ain't nobody else's fault 

So don't do it 

Freeze! 

(when the music come back sing the chorus, please)