It's Like That

De La Soul

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    [Dave]
    It's like, New York without a New York yanks
    Better yet, New York without the New York franks
    It's like hot summers without no A.C
    Or never hitting numbers when you go to A.C
    It's like six years of your life, go ask Rob
    I'm like "Yo how is it?" he like "It's like hard"
    Trying for that queen but you nothing but a man
    You wanna keep it clean but you can't
    Why it gotta be, like, that
    And what the life, see life is like a J shot
    Shooters son, they got
    One point one second, you half court
    I'm feeling the adrenaline like you half court
    Like pink slips and dipping these ink tips to paper
    Imagine if we fuck around and lose Hip-hop
    Imagine if it didn't exist
    Imagine nothing shining your wrist
    See, imagining to you is a risk
    But think about it, like no chrome rims
    And tims would be construction boots (ill)
    We probably wouldn't even substitute (ill)
    For words we use defining our likes
    I'm coal mining these mics
    To keep that gold nugget like Dave Megget
    Giant like a motherfucker, like Dave said it
    But ya ain't listening, ya paper gon' stack
    Why it gotta be like that?

    That, dadadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dat
    Dat, dadadat, dadat, dat, dadadat, dadadat, dat, dat, dadat, dadat

    [Refrão: Carl Thomas]
    Just running, running, fast as I can
    I'm trying to be a person but I gotta be the man
    If I, can't stand the life that I'm in
    I gotta keep running 'cause I'm still gon' win
    Yes I got to go on (it's like that, it's like that)
    Yes I got to go on (it's like that, it's like that)

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    [Posdonus]
    It's like, Slick Rick without the eye patch
    More like, saying slick shit you won't catch
    It's like bed time without your PJ's
    Or no fed timing in out the PJ's
    It's like, one minute you got it, then you broke
    Like what I do with it? I copped a few with it
    Looking like a problem, but you won't get it solved
    You working but you won't get the job
    It's like, who would of thought (thought)
    It you would of bought (bought)
    Into my religion you'd be more like God
    But you were steady swimming so you more like cod
    See these fools is fish scale, converting to ish male
    See I see it like, A alike, B alike
    I was taught, if you play alike, be alike
    How they don't see it for one to go pop
    And this is how you treat Hip-hop?
    Imagine if you didn't have that phantom chrome sitting on a curb nigga
    The word nigga wouldn't be a bit disturbing nigga
    See them roots are like begging for the rain
    You entering my kingdom just a begging for the reign
    Putting shit stain to paper
    Ink pain feeling like fifty-five licks on a slave niggaz back
    And not a one of y'all stopping to hate
    But why it gotta be like that?

    That, dadadat, dadat, dat, dat, dadat, dat, dadadat, dat, dat
    Dadadat, dadat, dadadat, dat, dat, dat, dat, dat, dadat, dadat, dat

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    Composición: Carl Thomas, Dave West y De La Soul

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