de la soul – 11 – the mack daddy on the scritto da admin 21 Gennaio 2016 (Play it for me) (Kick it!) (The mic men are back, okay) DE LA SOUL: Girls, girls, girls, girls, These girls I do adore Walking down the street watchin’ ladies, Aaow, watchin’… MASE: Hold up, hold up, let’s give it to the Mack Daddy over to the left… JEFF: Pity pity pity pity wack wack wack A moo moo moo, a jumping jack Rock this is brain now I’m one step over Respect your parents, they’re pushovers Chasing my fun like the IRS My girl’s too young to have big breasts For a good time we chill by the mall I tell her tales, some small some tall Why, how you got peanuts, pecans, I wipe her cheek, she grabs my hand I have a curfew, she says to me I’ll take you home, look hon, you’ll see The deed was done and I thought to myself Jeff, you’re the mack and no-one else (Jeff, I told you, my name is Jeff) The astronomical wiz, dazzler of the showbiz Kids of the new biz for you Don’t try to solve it, just involve yourself In this deadly De La dialogue Yo, I smell black fog POS: That’s right, me and Mase blew it to clear your ass straight out of this sector. This is De La Soul wax! MASE: So wait until your own piece of wax come out! LUCKY: Yo, is this true? Is Jeff really coming out with his own song? And if he do, will he have the decency to change his name to a suitable public speaker? Yo, I don’t know, but bring in that funky astronomical piano For this is the take-off man Luck signing off.