De La Soul - Copa (Cabanga) Lyrics

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Ladies and gentlemen!

We got De La up in the house tonight

They just walked up in here

We gon' see if they can come up here

And do a lil' somethin for us

[Dove]

Yo it's star-studded in here

I'm on the moon like the first man

First can I grab is gon' get it

She all independent but want her throat wetted

Tight from the floor to height

See I saw the night in dream bubbles I fiend to see double

So I sip until my bladder bust

You in V.I.P. so why you mad at us? (Word)

By-stand I'm in the world fox-trottin

Gettin my Fred Astaire on follow my lead girl

Chorus: repeat 2X - (uh-huh only 2nd repeat)

Me and you come over we

Do it like the cha-cha just

Like we at the Cop-a Ca-bang-a (uh-huh)

[Pos]

For all my niggaz runnin around like the mothership landed

Or is it because there's some others who handed

Their daughters over to the night life

Yes we tryin to find a night wife to get wit

Interface with they whole clique I force the draft

I get the first pick run this easily

?? rule like D Joey and Jay

Around the way we're goin

But first tell all these women who ain't knowin

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Chorus 2X

[Pos]

Yo.. I talk no shame upon this

I got aim all on this to shoot and score the trout

Who's actin all cute and out of position while I'm wishin

To get her bottom limbs arched like a grasshopper

Puttin in work to make it last proper

Ninety percent of the time is on my mindframe

So I'm game to reign up to par

While my fam runs it cool up at the bar I stay clearheaded

Lettuce enough cheese to get shredded

We like Navy Seals lookin for the gold

Our natural appeal got them others on hold

Them girls dealin with us tonight

Came with the large appetite and got served

Got nerve to think less you can bless me and my kinfolk

Rushin up against my yolk-sac promote that

Pimp play upon how we get it on for real!

Chorus

[Dove]

You see you hopeless up in the spot

Talkin a lot of champagne taste holdin 40 ounce pockets

Switch the sprocket to gear to top of the year

We gon' drop it like confetti on it get ready on it

Her fast ass wanna get all Andretti on it

Makin my main man Poke like Trakmasterz

Blazin-trail we Portland to Nor-ton

"Honeymoon" flicks don't exist in this

I sip a little left to twist spines together

Vertical hold we gon' combine together (yeah)

Even if we spill the love

We got compliments up at the front door

Just tell em Dullah sent ya

Thirty minute Tae*Bo shit's how I bench ya

All on a Saturday night step to life

I love the way Sally walk

Bow legged in a two piece steel we live in New York

We live in New York

Chorus 1.5X

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