Nickle Bags (Live) Digable Planets

[Verse 1: Ladybug Mecca]
The bloom, the swoon, the sugar's on your block
The Planets land in flesh in the corners of New York
The ghetto, the meadow, the Mr. Butter flew
The honeybugs dug and licked the honeydew
The sun, the kiss, the funk for a bliss
The lips with the soul and some jazz for ya hips
The puff, the buzz, the lids be heavy slick
The Mecca get a rush when the beats be very thick
The hands, thе feet, the brown baby treat
The fеmmes fumble loose and drink the doodlejuice
The step, the flams, the Planets goddamn
The peoples get a grip with a tape from a jam

[Chorus: Ladybug Mecca and Butterfly]
A nickel bag of funk
A nickel bag of funk
A nickel bag of funk
A nickel bag of funk
A nickel bag of funk
A nickel bag of funk
Uh huh, a nickel bag of funk
A nickel bag of funk

[Verse 2: Butterfly]
The big, the fat, the cool, cool cats
The psychedelic soul puts the Planets on the map
The chic, the love, the far-out name
The lack of the funk's the main why we came
The boogie gets done, the colors won't run
The funk hits the square, the kids gotta come
The pizza with the pop, the West 4th stop
The crew after crew that do the grass-hop
The true cool is black, the new school is fat
The beats by the ounce, the funk by the pack
The groove is the fix, the jitterbugs fix
The hanging off the butts with the fat sole kicks