What's That chords and lyrics - DE LA SOUL, MOS DEF, TONY TOUCH

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[Verse 1]
[Bm]Took[Em] spanish one for four years,
just so you know
Spit my shit right here
Oigame, malo muchacho
Mos Def [D]con Tony Flaco, el
idioma que yo hablo
[Em]Pretty young champ like Camacho,
spittin the hot flow
B- Boy shout, Zulu gestapo, [D]bro
You know my [Bm]stilo,
[Em]cigarrillo con [Bm]tamarindo
[B]Habichuelas negras, arroz amarillo
Yo [Em]soy s[D]uave
viejito, campeon nacional como Tito
Bringin the heat bro,
unique when I speak yo
[Em]Doin my Way like Carlito, beats by
[E]M- A- S- [Em]E- O
From Panama to Puerto Rico,
play [D]my jam on Caliente noventa y siete
[B]On the express[D]way, and press play,
see what ya neck say
Duro siempre, para mi [E]gente, ganamos
Se acabo venga [D]vamos,
[E]corillo, alcen las manos
[D]Blowin ya spot like I got toast
A lotta MC's is [E]De f, but they [D]not Mos,
and not close
Understand it when I shine,
all [E]your light is [D]through
Ya niggas wack in one language,
[E]I'm nice in two, fuck [B]is you
Que eso? Tu no sabe [E]mi [D]sonido
Siempre ganamos, nunca perdimos
Para quien? Blanco, Negro, Latino
Del mundo, [E]cuando jun[D#m]to,
que pro[E]fundo
Que eso? Tu no sabe [B]mi [E]sonido
Siempre [D#m]ganamos, nunca perdimos
[E]Para [D]quien? Blanco, Negro,
Latino
Corillo, so my street folk come unidos
I got [B]chips, to Ziploc grips to burst
[D#m]Non- conventio[E]nal,
[D]original B- Boy, my [E]peeps call [D]me Merc'
I'm from N.Y.C., so see why in me
There's a lot of hustlin',
found [E]around my cheek
[D]Sippin' strawberry daq, that
ain't never been fucked
Try to catch me off balance,
man, [E]you shit outta [D]luck
Cause we got more rams,
and I drivin' y'all
Got the people like the jams,
more live than [Em]y'all
I'm [B]wit Tone Touch,
while ya all [D]touched in the head
Such a lethal combination,
got you facin' the red
And um, yo,
you don't want no parts in that
You [E]style so pussy,
last name should be Cat
We takin it [D]back, like flea stacks and pylons
Wit the ladies in a frenzy,
runnin' they nylon
[D]Reveal flesh to test,
cause [E]I love bruisin' 'em
Treat my battles like [D]my children nigga,
I'm nev[Bm]er losin' 'em
Aiyo, what's that? [D]You don't know,
that's my sound yo
No one can [E]rock it like this,
we put it down [D]yo
For who? Black, white,
purple or brown yo
It's Mos, De La, [E]and Touch,
we hold the [D#m]crown yo
Pero what's that? [D]You don't know,
that's my sound yo
No one can rock it like this,
we put it [E]down yo
[D]For who? [E]Black, white,
[D]purple or brown yo
So all my street folk come
on gather round yo
Pardon me son, but the only Spanish I knew,
was dame un [E]beso
Cut bitches wit niggas,
who nettin' the peso
[D]Ya breathin' on beats like this,
if you say so
I stay sippin' on God [E]theories,
so where the [D]case yo?
Wait flow on four floors like film edits
Fuck sayin' [E]the name,
you read it in the credits
[D]Sit that ass down on my lyr[E]ics
We servin' niggas up some beans and [D]rice,
everything is everything
[Bm]Heavy metal [D]thing, rock,
wit Mos and Pos and us
Written flows get broke
down by the comas
From L.I. lawn,
I green shit up in my wallets
To fly the wrong places,
and get red like scarlet
How I dollar it, I just [E]earn the say
So when the itchy [D]itchy come,
I satisfy the crave
And let it fall a little too much
I let Tone touch my ears to
let the bullshit disappear
[B]Pa' 'fuera, tu no [E]sabe,
[D#m]mi man[D]era
Native tongue, puttin' it [Em]down,
[D]donde quiera
De La, Mos Def wit a candela
Borinquen, que bonita bandera
Respect the architect or be
[E]next to catch [D]a p[C]ela
I send ya [E]all runnin' [D]home
to your abuela
Cash rap over a beat or [E]acapella
Kick a wicked rhyme like a fortune [Bm]teller
This [B]fella, se pone [D]feo quando llego
I still be shoutin' out cats
in San Diego
I'm still in effect,
and I'm still doin the huevo
I still be putting it down, till I'm a viejo
Man, you can't tell me
nothin' about the juego
I told [D]ya suckas before,
leggo my eggo
Yet you insist upon playin'
wit fuego
But I catch you on the re[D]bound,
hasta [B]luego, pendejo
Que eso? Tu no sabe mi sonido
Siempre ganamos, nunca perdimos
Para quien? Blanco, Negro, Latino
Del mundo, cuando junto,
que profundo
Que eso? Tu no sabe mi sonido
Siempre ganamos, nunca perdimos
Para quien? [D]Blanco, Negro, Latino
Corillo, so my street folk come unidos