Chi-ali Let The Horns Blow Lyrics

Let The Horns Blow Lyrics

f/ Dove (De La Soul), Dres, Phife, Fashion (Beatnuts)







[Dres]



Yo! One for your mother, two for your pops



Three's for the niggas that's trying to kill the cops



So whether the Black Sheep are here, with the corner for the car



D-R-E-S so yes I guess it back and watch the Dres get raw



In transition, a pubic hair I can't stand



I tell your momma "I love you" if you thought my style was missing



My Snoopy, Droopy, Casper, a punky



You're rolling with Dres, the Black Sheep, that says my brother's freaking 



funky



I know you want to test me, but but but please don't try to sub me



Cause when but forever you get to snuff me



Beretta to your head and yo you'd better be on your jet ski



I could never be The Ruler but like Rick I say I'm slick



You're just a backwards kid, excuse my med to say you're thick



So now you got beef and broccoli or is it cockolli?



But we got time, we keep 18, or your two nines



So let the horns blow cause you know that you're just a barking dog



Bluff all along, prince now a frog



Don't play post, because we both know your colors







[Dove]



I be the drama so watch the Wonderama



Catch a dips hips sweeter when I call her "mamacita"



Not a lover, a fighter, no need to loving these see



Didn't like the Brady Bunch, for many years I had a hunch



Living like the Givens, big thanks for big banks



I'm sticking like a dish swordfish when I shanks



Maximum is maximized, minimum is none



You want to shoot the breeze, please, pass the peas my pig is done



Not the vigilant, or walk with a slant



Want to hit the "Yes I Can Can" and never say I can't



I wear the Neil Diamonds and fucks what Simon says



Had to freaks the fat so I cuts some from my dread



But back, again they come, just a little sooner to



Become one nation under the groove



Oh I feel the Clinton, soothing me like Lipton



Tea, and it's definitely under the groove



I'm feeling kind of hot but like my man Rowdy Piper



Raining with the raps so hit the window wiper



Tired of y'all brothers going from a cipher



Don't baby sip the bottle or I hit you with the diaper



Never toke or smoke, I don't even own a lighter



If it's any pipe I'm lighting, it's the pipe that goes inside of her



Check the ??? boy as I ride or break time from the rhyme



Cause I'm back and out of sight of







[Fashion]



Snort up a kilo, better sex than Rio



Fashion, Ju, and Les, I make a third of the trio



Fiddly fi, fiddly fy, fiddly fo, fiddly fum



I smell props, hit 'em hard, and then I cum



Love to eat a skin, but first I inspect it



Not a crim-im-im-inal, got a record, go and check it



Or you can get ate up, pass me a plate of



A little seafood, I find a phone and ring a date up



So never start a track without Beatnuts on the list



Brothers buck shots from point blank and still miss



Middly miss, middly miss, why would I ever diss?



Fiddle or fight or peace and for for it fists



Ayo Huggy Bear, do your manager, do your damage



I'll let you tell the story but first get you a bandage



Cause you can go for MILES and MILES and MILES and



Talk more tracks than the dog doo doo piles and



Kennel, I say when'll, or when he stop



Let me see your girl and better believe those drawers will drop



It's getting freaky, a Beatnut thing that is



Let the horns blow because that's what time it is







[Phife]



Yo! Doggy doggy jivin', guess who's next?



The 5 foot assassin with the microphone check



I'm all that and more cause there never was comp



Play Mr. Bad and you shall get stomped



I had a head full of hair, but I kept all my rhymes



A brother from Queens and yo I always gets mines



No shorts are being taken, no not this year



The Phife Dawg is here so you'd better beware



Concieted? I guess it's something like that



Cause God don't make no jokes so I know I ain't wack



So relax and chill, sit your booty still



Or just take loss like the Buffalo Bills



But when I'm called the Phifer, how many times have you heard that?



Suckers walk around talking bout they can burn that



Soft MC, he can't be talking to me



Cause I'm far from a wuss and I never was a puss



I grab the mic, MC's start to get petrol



Cause there's no MC like Phife, like those who fight progresso



Open your back, not give you no slack, see what I'm saying son?



There more to this here than being short, dark, and handsome



Messing with my lady, you know that's a no-no



Why? Because you can't mess with my Yo-Yo



You know that I'm the one, you know that I'm the boss



I'm in there (Like the Dove?) No, like Franco ?Source?







[Chi-Ali]



Well it's me Chi-Ali and I'm the last to spark, yo



Everywhere I go I get stalked by NARC



And TNT just can't understand



You see a brother with gear, a beeper, and in his pocket a grand



But enough of that, let me break it down



We are all black brothers on a quest, yes we do have soul



Some of us are hoein', some are on the positive road



Me, I'm hoein', on the mic I'm flowing



With the tongue and we are positively growing



Now when I'm in a battle, I just be having fun



But competition be so scared that they be whitling come



Now ou heard me flow to a nice tempo so, let the horns blow