Afro Connections at a Hi 5 (In the Eyes of the Hoodlum) lyrics

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Q-Tip


[Intro: De La Soul]
This is dedicated to all those hardcore acts
Yeah, you know them brothers that we used to look up to that fell the f*ck off
And now, they doing all that R&B sh– (crocker!)
You mean Rhythm and Blues?
No! Rap and Bullsh...

[Verse 1: Trugoy the Dove]
Connection A, click, what?
My di*k, chick
I smack a fish if you thinks
My connection ain't thick, di*k
Headed like a punk whip
I travel miles with a rhythmic limp
I rock an Afro
In '83, gee, yo
And spray the sheen so I get a Soul Glow
I play the corner tough
And me and Mase pull puffs on a blunt

[Verse 2: Maseo]
Givin' high-five is what I want
So I puff a blunt, I don't front
I get spliffed, get a stiff
Then I go hump a stunt
Like a pimp pro
(Nah, man, a super ho)
That's cool cause I'm still an Afro, bro
Yeah, I'm live for my life is hectic
Every hour, every minute, every second
I keep a level head and stay down to earth
Cause I've been an Afro since birth
[Verse 3: Posdnuos]
Yeah
Now I hold my crotch cause I'm top-notch
I run 'em up like Sasquatch, and I like to eat live crab
I've got five beepers, you scab
But you can find me directly on the Ave
(You n*ggas cheat me, well who's that!)
My breath never smells wack
I eat the watermelon Tic-Tac
Before I kiss myself, I always jump back
(Yo, gee, this track is stack)
(And you know that)

[Verse 4: Posdnuos]
I do three flips
When a punk flip on my duke lifts
But I flex more strength when I'm asleep
On the other side with his main tapes
Make her dry her face, buy her gold earlocks
But I may, she flocks round me like a donut
She got sprinkles but I bite my way out
More brothers come about, try to scheme slick
But the Native Tongue's thick
Lick 'em real good, like a real hood should
But the fly tape let the car speakers shake
I ran a cop down, I smile a frown with a but
Show gold teeth, cause I ain't a vegetarian
Not scared of beef, sport a feather like Chief
Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads
Cause I'm big-willed, won't arf like a seal
Cause connection with the Afro is real
[Verse 5: Trugoy the Dove]
I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss
Because it's tough to bluff a cab
No wonder Melle Mel is 'Rah!'
I play a tape of the son of La-Di-Da
My cousin Rilo sells blow, a G a day
Keeps his kids hooray, a size nine and half
I kicks my tricks, is to live for Island
I mug a mug vic, but I's cool, I self
With the quickness, I talk the true slang
Show no pit to those who don't understand

[Verse 6: Maseo]
The Maseo got tailed with the big bail
I busted loose but now the blue goose is on my tail
I seen the ghetto go lower than it is
(He don't care, cause his n*gga's selling crack to the kids)
My jeans are brand new, with twelve more
In the closet with my silk, and velour
My 45 pack thick, draw quick
If a n*gga starts some shibidibidit
My crib is uptown, downtown, L.I
And another crib in Queens
I munch some cornbread, Boar's Head
My favorite pork chops and
A plate of collard greens
I chill with Shymel, Akeem, Jaheed
And the Rastafarians'll be the crown in
And the Poppa
But the connections are still a high-five
[Outro]
(Let's get busy)
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