| | Copa (Cabanga) Lyrics Artist(Band):De La Soul
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 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 If you find some error in Copa (Cabanga) Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Copa (Cabanga) The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "De La Soul" Music | |
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