Digable Planets - Califlower (Spiddyocks Go West) lyrics

[bu*terfly & Ladybug] You can't fake You can't fly You can't move You can't rush this You can't gank You can't run You can't walk You catch a check yea You can't jump We make space yea We move ba** yea Its like sweet jazz You can't play You can't bump for yours ??? Ok dig me out [bu*terfly] The season's been hot like a gat The weakened little cut?? was like this and like that Then on 62nd they was fittin to peel my buss They ask me whats my set, man im banging for my cuts and buck 'em Smooth for a spot in your trunk Baby to the jazz given licks that planet bump When i flew to earth, I was 7 right at birth From bebop to hip I drank my milk to Birk's works My crew Boppin like birds sweeter licks Plus Buckin like a G to get our grips And In Crooklyn gettin' space cause we coolie Or Rollin with my dogs around Cali Bow Dig the coolest breeze take aim at rain storms Fly boy bu*ter turns solid when drains form When we played it was still 96 and the shape My hair was growin' was too long so i got me some braids phat braids [ladybug] You can't pa** Now dont rush it It ain't quick kid And its on this We pack kicks y'all We stack stick ya'll We move smooth too And imma stab now The seasons been shipped like the tire Talks by the flag? ?? my cool cat buyer Damn Throwing out they lips on the trash And couldn't get? a reason why my playas half pa**ed Diggin on traps but they couldn't love the naps I was on the corner 65 wit mr. shaft?? Checking out that Africa bra** was a hit bu*terfly and I caught the lid and took a lick Sat back and felt the cool taps of blue train Walkin' from inside only we could touch the paint Like the 801 to they ?? on they deck They prolly catch a wreck ?? Its all I meant to claim with the bop and the hop For slippin out the fades is a not 'less we pop We strechin out our neck with a cut from the heart So keep it in the head bout this boom? an this art? [bu*teryfly] The seasons been cool like the snow The chronic was bionic so on with the flow They couldn't puncture space 'cause we spend it on the rhyme They couldn't fade the time cause the ticks was by the mind Well g rides banging to they peak Do they little dirt while we sweeten up the beats Ain't no honeys phat as mecha on the mix Try to make a film and we send you to the 6. Quick! Then we caught a fam when we went ??? jam Love and b**bie?? know that we shoulda slung the hands For the slip slide glide nappy pride watch my kids They come from other sectors to watch us do this sh** And we do this sh** good?? [doodlebug] (space is the place, yea) To the break of dawn, yea 93 and on Boogie up your place sector 6 in outer space Lickin out the jazz while the beats is always bad Dig the hard rock with the booms from your block Yea hardcore rap music what is it if its not straight from the heart True! Hmm let me tell you The digable planets we're purveyors of true music Word is born word is born Speak on it brother Yo, we comin' about jazz music That's our first love Hip hop is an extension of that love So what can we be, but nothing but hardcore music lovers Givin' you what we know best And givin' it you straight from the heart Straight from sector 6 to the color full ghettos in outer space This is that the dig plans is all about Check check it out bu*terfly hardcore Ladybug hardcore Doodlebug hardcore Digable planets