Tekstovi: A Tribe Called Quest. The Anthology. Luck Of Lucien.
Brother, brother, brother, Lucien, you're like no other
Listen very close 'cause I don't like to boast
Instead, I'll tell the tale of a French who prevailed
Through the Mr. Crazy Rabbits who were always on his tail
When in on sale, your roomie starts to wail
"Get caught with stolen goods and you will go to jail
If you go to jail, then who will pay the bail?
They'll put you back to France on a ship with a sail"
Escargot, Lucien, you eat snails
Hey yo tip, what's wrong with snails?
From the Zulu nation, from a town called Paris
Came to America to find liberty
Instead of finding pleasure, all you found was misery
But listen Lucien you have a friend in me
Oh, luck, luck will drive you butt baddy
Next time you get some wheels, make it a caddy
In terms of doing good, I know you wish you really could
But listen, brother man, I really think you can
Succeed with the breed of the brothers on your back
It's the creme de la creme and you can bounce with that
It'll take a minute Rice so take my advice
Trust in us so thus you trust in your life
Lucine, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien, you should know
Are you ready, Lu? This one is for you
Comin' from a true-blue, fits like a shoe
Come on start and stand or "Comment-allez-vous"? 1.53
Lucien, I'll leave it up to you
Voulez vous, endez vous, coo-coo, les poo-poo
Watch that lass, gonna backlash fast
Can you get a grip on the crack head dip?
Sold you a paper bag, guess he saw you comin'
VCR from a neck-bone bummin'
10 dollar brother, he was hummin' and strummin'
Only had 20, he was livin' like ya slummin'
Gave him the money, well I thought that was somethin'
Lookin' like a kid who was lost in crumbin'
Don't worry about a thing, I won't get specific
This is a song that is long and prolific
Think of the stuff that I said if you can
Figure it out, compute, understand
No problemo, I'll help you with your demo
If you go to the store for me
Lucien, I'm just kiddin', you should know
You gotta get a grip on the missions you'll be takin'
Not so much the mission, but you got crazy ignition
Sure, the sugar-babies wanna give you a chance
With the French "Savior Faire" and the sexy dance
But is she really fly, or is she a guy?
I won't ask why, 'cause I know that you try
You try too hard, is that the answer to the riddle?
Instead of doin' so much, why don't you do just a little?
Boy, what a cad, I guess we shouldn't treat him bad
In fact, it would be nice if we understood him like
A case of positionin' and the feet in the shoes
Sympathetic reason in the case of the blues
Lucien is blue, even though he's really brown
I had to make the sound, his life is too profound
On the up and up, he's somethin' like a little pup
Young and naive, it's hard to believe
As long as you're strong
You can quest with the questers
Jolly like a jumping bean or a jester
Lucien, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien
You should know
Listen very close 'cause I don't like to boast
Instead, I'll tell the tale of a French who prevailed
Through the Mr. Crazy Rabbits who were always on his tail
When in on sale, your roomie starts to wail
"Get caught with stolen goods and you will go to jail
If you go to jail, then who will pay the bail?
They'll put you back to France on a ship with a sail"
Escargot, Lucien, you eat snails
Hey yo tip, what's wrong with snails?
From the Zulu nation, from a town called Paris
Came to America to find liberty
Instead of finding pleasure, all you found was misery
But listen Lucien you have a friend in me
Oh, luck, luck will drive you butt baddy
Next time you get some wheels, make it a caddy
In terms of doing good, I know you wish you really could
But listen, brother man, I really think you can
Succeed with the breed of the brothers on your back
It's the creme de la creme and you can bounce with that
It'll take a minute Rice so take my advice
Trust in us so thus you trust in your life
Lucine, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien, you should know
Are you ready, Lu? This one is for you
Comin' from a true-blue, fits like a shoe
Come on start and stand or "Comment-allez-vous"? 1.53
Lucien, I'll leave it up to you
Voulez vous, endez vous, coo-coo, les poo-poo
Watch that lass, gonna backlash fast
Can you get a grip on the crack head dip?
Sold you a paper bag, guess he saw you comin'
VCR from a neck-bone bummin'
10 dollar brother, he was hummin' and strummin'
Only had 20, he was livin' like ya slummin'
Gave him the money, well I thought that was somethin'
Lookin' like a kid who was lost in crumbin'
Don't worry about a thing, I won't get specific
This is a song that is long and prolific
Think of the stuff that I said if you can
Figure it out, compute, understand
No problemo, I'll help you with your demo
If you go to the store for me
Lucien, I'm just kiddin', you should know
You gotta get a grip on the missions you'll be takin'
Not so much the mission, but you got crazy ignition
Sure, the sugar-babies wanna give you a chance
With the French "Savior Faire" and the sexy dance
But is she really fly, or is she a guy?
I won't ask why, 'cause I know that you try
You try too hard, is that the answer to the riddle?
Instead of doin' so much, why don't you do just a little?
Boy, what a cad, I guess we shouldn't treat him bad
In fact, it would be nice if we understood him like
A case of positionin' and the feet in the shoes
Sympathetic reason in the case of the blues
Lucien is blue, even though he's really brown
I had to make the sound, his life is too profound
On the up and up, he's somethin' like a little pup
Young and naive, it's hard to believe
As long as you're strong
You can quest with the questers
Jolly like a jumping bean or a jester
Lucien, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien
You should know
A Tribe Called Quest
The Anthology