De La Soul - Oooh (feat. Redman) (2000) (youtube.com)
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Lyrics:

Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get your a** up, and let's get ill
That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes (Brick City)
Yo, don't scandalize mine
I spent too much time
Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk
Never fetchin for crime Halt! Who goes there?
Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, p***** Smokey the Bear
Shinin black like Darth Vader caps, they on stare
While we rockin it, I'll rock in it (rock in it)
Like the little ball inside the spray can
Providing three coats for both child, woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets Wall to Wall
It go ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
Yo, you got p***** like a flick by that rivalry clique
It went ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
It ain't my fault your a** is on the ashphalt
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
I'm iced out like a glass of tea
Better yet, oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to me
Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D
Why try? Maseo be gettin h*** since Luke was Luke Skywalk'
Man, my topic of talk is sheddin shame all over your game
Like them shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin is the past drug
A life filled with g*** that's what thugs love
Snatch you fast, wrap that a** in the rug of your choice
While it muffles your voice
Now when I'm swimmin through the joint, I put the funk on hold
Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up
We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss
Flashy faces with bigger lips for that a** to kiss
Most crews are post-current while we're forever
Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from the you-and-I-versity
Of hard-hitters, for real
I got n***** in the streets that'll blast your a** for the shine
And get ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
Yo, if you a fat chick gettin your f*** on tonight
Then go ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin our sound
Go ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
Yo, and to my broke n***** on the corner holdin me down
Go ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong
I had plans to buy more land, plant corn
Bust kernels on heat, work hard like w*******
Set backs is gonna get my a** to be hostile
Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat
Big money's make the big decisions
Keep hip-hop alive, it's just an intermission
Back to the second half of the feature flick
Dick stacks and f*** rap
I had a name for makin paper since paper mache
Now my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play
While you broke n***** reach drunk much quicker
You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor
Went from God to God d***
D*** God, you're killin it
Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it
Rap cats talk with no will in it
Soundin like they virtual
This joint'll hurt you, yo
Yo, where my Wall Street n*****, if ya up in the stands
Go ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk-a** man
Go ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
Yo, if you never been s*** or s******
Brick City go ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can s****
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!