La La lyrics

[Intro: T3, with scratches by DJ Dez]
[Busta Rhymes:] "Slum Villa'! "Type sh*t!"
[J Dilla:] "Wooorldwide!"
Yes!
[J Dilla:] "It's all real..."
Slum Village, y'all – it's like that, y'all! Uh!

It's so beautiful!
It's so lovely!
So beautiful – it's like that y'all, yeah!

[*whispers*] Yo... it's like that, y'all...

(You know what...? Uh)

[Verse 1: T3]
You see I'm cold like the summers that I see in my sky
n*ggas came in this game and they stole our style
Now look at these n*ggas say they so high style
Nothin' would surprise me now, the war gener-al
Now I think 'fore I speak these words out my mouth
But the sen-[ten]-ces I be sayin', I be blurring 'em out
So I speak with a slur, like a drunk on a row
Or a disturbed patient in the men-tal house
Come and lounge in the house of the Slum
Where the sounds of the music is as best as they come
It's all good –
"S is the best," said some, some said we wouldn't succeed as one
Heyyyy...
[Hook: T3 & Baatin]
We do it for you n*ggas who get money
Now you got it, if you feel it –
Put your hands up in the air (air, air, air...)
Women who must get it, got it fluent, and you know you flaunt it –
All we need is me and you
Let's make it happen, come on, let's ride (let's go...)

[Verse 2: Elzhi]
It's like I stay at constant war with these wack n*ggas
You'd think I wore a hard hat with the strap hangin'
Gat slangin', with my arm in the shape of a L, lettin' my fingers walk
I never been down to Earth, I just been deep in thought
Peeping y'all mediocre MCs, deleting culture
I cry freedom like the eyes leaking from a deceasin' soldier
You think it's over, not by a longshot
Even if triggered by the best sniper the mob got
'Cause I rock sacrament type slang
Doper than collapsin' a light vein with the needle to your forearm
You'd wind up in the worst-case scenario, challenging me
The unseen son of a king – something extreme!
Super-heroic, boost the moon through a poem's landscape to make your hands wave like the movements of oceans
Don't make me angry, you bound to get lifted from the canvas
Equivalent to mutated talents of Professor Xavier'y
"S is the best," said some, some said we wouldn't succeed as one (one... one... one...)
[Hook: T3 & Baatin]
We do it for you n*ggas who get money
Now you got it, if you feel it –
Put your hands up in the air (air, air, air...)
Women who must get it, got it fluent, and you know you flaunt it –
All we need is me and you
Let's make it happen, come on, let's ride (let's go...)

[Interlude: Baatin, DJ Dez scratches]
Come on...!
C-c-come on... (Come on...!)

[Verse 3: Baatin]
Most of these n*ggas d'ne sold they soul ta'...
Get ya lil' highs, ya lil' chain, ya lil' Rover –
Bark, children! Every breath you take –
The end gettin' closer, one life to live
And it's based upon a clock that's tickin' and it's tockin' – it don't stop!
I'm in a gray space-coaster, you can't see me
Because you're blind to the simple fact of life
That one of these days you're gonna die!
And miss the one and only chance you could fly
The Motor-Bot, where n*ggas is claiming the fame
Just try to humble yourself and be greater than the name (Rasu'l!)
This message is stuck on your brain... live your life!
[Hook: T3 & Baatin]
We do it for you n*ggas who get money
Now you got it, if you feel it –
Put your hands up in the air (air, air, air...)
Women who must get it, got it fluent, and you know you flaunt it –
All we need is me and you
Let's make it happen, come on, let's ride (let's go...)

We do it for you n*ggas who get money
Now you got it, if you feel it –
Put your hands up in the air (air, air, air...)
Women who must get it, got it fluid, and you know you flaunt it –
All we need is me and you
Let's make it happen, come on, let's ride (let's go...)

[*live drum outro by Young RJ*]