[Intro]
Do you believe in D flow?
Do you believe in D flow?
Do you believe in D flow?
Do you believe in D flow?
[Chorus]
Jump up, jump up, tell me, who do you believe in?
D flow, D flow, it is the A1 sound
[Verse 1: Clee]
Now with the D flow, you know the style's fat
Where's our competition? I believe we left 'em all flat
How's that?
We reign over rappers like the weather
You couldn't have knew us when you said nobody does it better
I got so many styles, I could be a rap-utition
You must've seen a falling star 'cause I can see you wishing
You could be like us, but we know that'll never happen
We not a track team, but we run this thing called rapping
So pack up your bags, don't miss the train like the Gap Band
I'm not good in tennis, but I'm good with the backhand
You can put that in an envelope and mail it
Stamp it on the front, address it to Clee Dope-A-Delic
[Verse 2: Shock G]
Oh, ain't we jammin'
Ear to ear rammin'
Dope-A-Delic slammin'
You could be dope too
The first step is to accept the fact that you're whack right now
Don't say you never bit a style
Tellin' others that you are brother who's in a whole 'nother class
Just like you said you don't eat cock
But when you gave us a dose
Of rap up close, your breath reeks ass
Son, this is your weakness
Press record on your box and repeat this
Why must I rap like that?
Why do I loop the track so whack?
Nothin' but the bland in me, now keep sayin' it
And let your ass breath partner beatbox while you lay it
Say it, fool, say it
God, you might as well 'cause you're thinkin' so hard that we can hear it
Oh, what will we sample? What will we do? What will we do? Need a new sound
Fool, put the Tylenol down
The headache's about to stop you got from lookin' for that sound
To loop 'round and 'round
You better go on and loop some more Digital Underground
'Cause then, baby, maybe you could sell it
But don't give it a new name, this time, call it "Dope-A-Delic"
Do you believe in D flow?
Do you believe in D flow?
Do you believe in D flow?
Do you believe in D flow?
[Chorus]
Jump up, jump up, tell me, who do you believe in?
D flow, D flow, it is the A1 sound
[Verse 1: Clee]
Now with the D flow, you know the style's fat
Where's our competition? I believe we left 'em all flat
How's that?
We reign over rappers like the weather
You couldn't have knew us when you said nobody does it better
I got so many styles, I could be a rap-utition
You must've seen a falling star 'cause I can see you wishing
You could be like us, but we know that'll never happen
We not a track team, but we run this thing called rapping
So pack up your bags, don't miss the train like the Gap Band
I'm not good in tennis, but I'm good with the backhand
You can put that in an envelope and mail it
Stamp it on the front, address it to Clee Dope-A-Delic
[Verse 2: Shock G]
Oh, ain't we jammin'
Ear to ear rammin'
Dope-A-Delic slammin'
You could be dope too
The first step is to accept the fact that you're whack right now
Don't say you never bit a style
Tellin' others that you are brother who's in a whole 'nother class
Just like you said you don't eat cock
But when you gave us a dose
Of rap up close, your breath reeks ass
Son, this is your weakness
Press record on your box and repeat this
Why must I rap like that?
Why do I loop the track so whack?
Nothin' but the bland in me, now keep sayin' it
And let your ass breath partner beatbox while you lay it
Say it, fool, say it
God, you might as well 'cause you're thinkin' so hard that we can hear it
Oh, what will we sample? What will we do? What will we do? Need a new sound
Fool, put the Tylenol down
The headache's about to stop you got from lookin' for that sound
To loop 'round and 'round
You better go on and loop some more Digital Underground
'Cause then, baby, maybe you could sell it
But don't give it a new name, this time, call it "Dope-A-Delic"
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