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De La Soul Kicked Out The House

Kicked out the house, you got Kicked out the house, hip house Kicked out the house for good (I can't) Kicked out the house, you got Kicked out the house, hip house Kicked out

Kicked out the house, you got Kicked out the house, hip house Kicked out the house for good (I can't) Kicked out the house, you got Kicked out the house, hip house Kicked

Hey yo Puff, check this out pa I'm tired of niggas hating on a muthafucka Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches You got to keep bubblin

the ladies out there I got my man J-ell in the house I got a message I wanna send out to all the fly ladies, yeah Check me out It's time for me to kick

be accepted by the mass everybody wants to be raging fire but their heat don't last Everybody wanta peek into my dreams they try to figure out if I'

your dough See the real niggas ready out here taken control See I'm screamin' out Mo' With my pockets on swoll Please Mr. Postman, quit bringin' these bills to my house

the train Owwowhwahaheha! Check it out, check it out yeah, in yo' eye! Yeahh! Hahhh! Yeahh! Twilite Tone got tricks up my sleeve Immenslope got tricks up my sleeve Yo DRK got tricks up my sleeve De La Soul

as hell) And so on (Well all rite cha) Yo yo Is funk doc up in the house? (Well all rite cha) Yo yo Hot nix up in the house? (Well all rite cha) Bricks

right back And yeah, they lookin' like dummies They waste they time, plus they waste they taxpayers' money So put away your house-raidin' tactics Shotguns, ski-masks, and windbreaker jackets 'Cause ain't no doors gettin' kicked