Turn It Out De La Soul (Ft. Yummy Bingham)

[Intro]
Listen to this

[Pre-Chorus]
Hey!
We came to it out
Inside out
We'll cut it out

Hey!
We'll make them scream and shout
And we will
We'll cut it out

[Chorus]
So where your head bone
Connected to my leg bone
Like your microphone stand
To your microphone
Yeah, bottles on check, all phones connect
We come together just to make you feel funky

[Verse 1]
See, we came here
To build a Pos - D root of respect
We don't check coke
Got the antidote for hip hop is swallowing cold
(And what's that)
Sign a record deal, a record deal loan
A lot a people sayin' that the thrill is gone
Check your postal rap fills bank
Check the hundred CCs of De La to make the heart crank
Keep ingredients nice
Like the P-Funk girls
Screamin' like imma hawk
I'm a scrawny little dude
Got the money that I make
Help to make the fool
Now, ain't that right my man
Yeah, I kick a can about a mile a stick vowels
Dirty and dead vowels
My sister pumps sounds throws and pass
Enters your ear holes
Got a beef for all your "ands"
Say ahead while who drives slaves
They trippin' off the road
I'm in their rear view
Flash my lights like