[Intro: Sean Paul]
Boom blast 'round the world!
And what's the cause? Yuh dun know –
De La Soul is dropping that...!

Yo –
Sean da Paul, dutty cup
De La Soul, yo yo
Sean da Paul, yeah-yeah, dutty cup
De La Soul now, yo yo, uh-uh
Yo yo, yo yo, suh shoomp
Suh shoomp, suh shoomp, aiyyo
Yo yo, yo yo

[Verse 1: Posdnuos, (Sean Paul)]
I'm not rehearsed or well versed in politic dissent
I just say what I mean, so you know what I meant (Nahmean?)
Keep one eye on squint, I'm like Clint
I'm from the East, Wood you at least acknowledge the print?
Can't front on me, dawg
I'm from the office of NY, my cubicle's L.I. – home
Of the infamous iced teas and cellies that roam
But play the DL when in ATL
Get thе "P" in for free when in D.C
Them ladies lovе me (Fa sho!)
Peaceful types and thugs bug me (For mo'!)
Increase manufacturing and fracturing ya
Necks, capturing the
Checks, stature-ing ya
I roll with spice, every time, we up for cookin'
Gourmet fake, your plate stays bookin'
While haters steady looking in awe, jaws wide
If they told you any different, believe me, they all lied
Swallow ya pride!
Call ya peeps, they speak like, "aww... they there??"
Yeah, n***a! Your love for us soon come like grey hair
Don't be a part of the problem, we solvin'
Play like that dog and "Sit, Ubu! Sit!"
Stay there!
[Chorus: Sean Paul]
Yo, yo, suh, De La Soul, dem a rock it 'na yuh mold
With di lyrical flow fi gettin' it out of control
Technically, wi a tek dem to school (Yeahh!)
Tell all di world, seh wi big, bad, and bold
Yo, De La Soul, dem a rock it 'na yuh mold
With di lyrical flow fi gettin' it out of control
Technically, wi a tek dem to school
(Boom!) Dilla, De La!
(Boom!) Dilla, De La!
(Boom!) All dey wit De La

[Verse 2: Trugoy]
Ayo, I'm aiming for this paper, put my struggles on fry
Fried fat off a baby girl and put her on a diet
Led riots in Time Square – the time there?
Hustle y'all's, get money, pay high rent
Spent one tenth of my life-and-time bent
Back like yoga posers; I've acquired Mo'ann
Invited her in, for the tea, choke, the Three spoke
Had me finger-poppin' since the top of the block
Mock Town, we rock mock-necks to just rock
This is federal rap, and yo' mic can get tapped
Fifteen, bid in on eBay, the menage is next
Since the two-ways' been over-exposed
Rappers ain't nothin' but advertise hoes
We get checks, but we need to get checked
Pull the Brand X cereal for the C-SPAN material – it's new to me
How we usually–broke
Poke fun of that – hope we rogue
Gun-havers, pulling out like we ain't slipped the cond' on
Shift the "Con Don," zippin' to Kandam
Layin' down with thighs that's gon' rip the con-dom!
[Chorus: Sean Paul]
Yo, yo, suh, De La Soul, dem a rock it 'na yuh mold
With di lyrical flow fi gettin' it out of control
Technically, wi a tek dem to school (Boom!)
All unu know, seh wi big, bad and bold
Dilla, De La Soul, dem a rip it 'na yuh mold (Yeah!)
With di lyrical flow fi gettin' it out of control
Technically, wi a tek dem to school
(Boom!) Dilla, De La!
(Boom!) Dilla, De La!
(Boom!) Yo yo, suh De La Soul, dem a rock it 'na yuh mold
With the lyrical flow fi gettin' it out of control
Technically, wi a tek dem to school (Boom!)
All unu know, seh wi big, bad and bold
Dilla, De La Soul, dem a rip it 'na yuh mold (Yeah!)
With the lyrical flow fi gettin' it out of control
Technically, wi a tek dem to school
(Boom!) Dilla, De La!
(Boom!) Dilla, De La!
(Boom!) Dilla, De La!