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De La Soul 3 Days Later

Smoothed out without the R and B
Mercy, come on
Mercy, come on y'all
Mercy, come on
There's no R and B in this song

So come along fly children, come along
Come along, fly children, come along
Come along, fly children, come along
There's no R and B in this song

Pushed up a dame by the name of Crystal
Who flaunts to the point just like a missile
A habit wit ear kiddin' wit gold mags
And since she fancies facial hair, she asks my name
(Hey baby, what's your name?)

Now ever so fab, I said I'm wala
Miss Wild who used to run tough wit Koala
She was a winner of my metaphor and she knew that
I said I'm gonna feed your mouth, she said you do that

The Crystal stops the jeep, I think I'm mad fly
She used to have a man wit lots of mad signs
Her strut was guaranteed to make a gay smile
And in bed she had proved to be real agile

I show her to the lounge and I dined her
Then she gave me some digits where I could find her
I licked her like a stamp, laid and sticked her like a champ
But the gave me burn, I had to go see the doctor

3 days later, skeezer, skeezer, skeezer
3 days later, skeezer, skeezer, skeezer
3 days later, skeezer, skeezer, skeezer
3 days later, skeezer, skeezer, skeezer

Well, it was thirty after nine and I was loungin'
Tokin' on some smoke that I was poundin'
I rang up seven up, so we can skip to the mall
Thinkin' a good day to shop but then we got stopped

A shooter man said, ?Yo, this is a stick up"
A whole lot of dirt was 'bout to kick up
I had screens in my pocket and man, tonight's my date
Wit Smokey Sue, now what was I to do?

In my head I'm thinking, ?Should I dodge the bullet??
?Man, this kid is bluffin', you can pull it?
I feared the whole scene, the shooter didn't bluff
Now look at me now, he shot my ass dead

You shouldn't have
I did, so let's get in the van
You shouldn't have
I did, so get in the f..cking van

I love you babe
I, I love you babe
I love you babe
I love you babe

Skeezer, skeezer, skeezer
(I love you babe)
Skeezer, skeezer, skeezer
(I love you babe)
Skeezer, skeezer, skeezer
(I love you babe)
Skeezer, skeezer, skeezer


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