Little Plugs - Flashing Red Lights

(This time, put it in mellow) Here we go again Pass the peas like they used to say Pass the peas like they used to say Pass the peas like they used to say Pass the peas like they used to say (ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha) First P is passed I am known as Posdnuos, Plug One to the whole race Rhyme on a tour Smart and mature Dispatch obscure things with the Mad Face Tall dark and lean Was once nineteen Now I'm one year older with reason Clean thoughts and drawers Rhyme flow never stalls The yes yes yes y'alls Are in this season The Soul reached high plains We didn't reach Soul Train But Don don't like rap So that won't happen Fame we don't lust God we do trust Arsenio dissed us But the crowd kept clapping Blessed with soul's lights So turn off your bright Overexposure will bring about a clear soul Don't push, but pile For this here new style And excuse me y'all while I fill my potholes Pass the peas like they used to say Pass the peas like they used to say Pass the peas like they used to say (oh yeah) Pass the peas like they used to say (ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha) Passed off second Tru I reckon Head full of dreads But knowledge inside Singin' on records, making it hectic Wishing it all would fall and die Radio works it, public consumes it Tommy Boy wants another "Say No," (huh) Rough and rugged It's not a new twist Been Trugoy since the first get go Here's the D.A.I.S.Y. Watching it die, see? Native is the new like Balance is the shoe Paul makes a mil like dill makes pickles Plus is to add like addin to the crew is Pimps promote us, RM's work us MP's watch us close in focus Watch me steppin' Now I'm dancin' Then disappear with the hocus pocus Pass the peas like they used to say Pass the peas like they used to say Pass the peas like they used to say Pass the peas like they used to say (ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha) (People in the place this is very hard to conceal) (Pos get funky) (Check it out) (People in the place this is very hard to conceal) (Dove get funky) (Check it out) (People in the place this is very hard to conceal) (Mase get funky) (Check it out) (People in the place this is very hard to conceal) (Prince Paul get funky) (ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha) (Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha) Pass the peas like they used to say Pass the peas like they used to say (yeah) Pass the peas like they used to say (mmm) Pass the peas like they used to say (ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha) Fourth P is passed I am known as (Prince Paul) Yeah thanks Mase Applied like chapsticks The songs are slapsticks Skeezoids with polaroids Give me such a case Trife or not trife Don't own a wife Yet I'm down and around for a good kiss I got a 40 of Pepsi A girl in Bed-Stuy And I'll end it like this! (Will rise, not fall) (Definition: Prince Paul) (Our Mentor, don't be sore) (When I say that's all)

Ant Chamberlain, that's a hunnid points Yeah, uh Street, yeah We ain't stopping at no red lights They gon' need umbrellas When it rain we spinning every night Yellow tape the streets we outside posted Fuck if the feds watching 'Cause say it's time to put in work He wanna see dead bodies And fuck the opps them niggas dead prolly I ain't got no heart, told you that from the start I feel like fuck everybody We gon' wash our hands off with bleach Nigga for everybody Ain't no red lights, these niggas green You gotta watch everybody You would've thought my niggas died to oppositions They was outside losing they life to a sentence Lil' bitch say, "Period, pooh," but ain't end her sentence Told the bitch, "Don't hit my phone" I'm rude now 'cause I ain't friendly She put them drugs inside her body, Percocet molly I'ma get a nigga wet up like Poseidon if a opp try me Was the only black kid on the baseball team So they think I'm not sliding My best friends killed my grandaddy I had a hard time crying Street, yeah We ain't stopping at no red lights They gon' need umbrellas When it rain, we spinning every night Yellow tape the streets, we outside posted Fuck if the feds watching 'Cause say it's time to put in work He wanna see dead bodies And fuck the opps, them niggas dead prolly I ain't got no heart, told you that from the start I feel like fuck everybody We gon' wash our hands off with bleach Nigga for everybody Ain't no red lights, these niggas green You gotta watch everybody Stuck in the hood, drive pass them candles Look at yo' dead homies Gang want me to kick it I'm trying to progress, ain't got a leg on me I gave my homie bread for the straps He went and turned fed on me Lucky I ain't kill 'em He don't know I keep one in the head on me Screaming, "Long live Niko" Won't use his name in vain Rolls Royce umbrellas If I'm gon' wait in the rain I done got a lil' boujee Now I signed and nigga my racks up Still a catch a opp at the red light I hope he strapped up Street, yeah We ain't stopping at no red lights They gon' need umbrellas When it rain, we spinning every night Yellow tape the streets, we outside posted Fuck if the feds watching 'Cause say it's time to put in work He wanna see dead bodies And fuck the opps, them niggas dead prolly I ain't got no heart, told you that from the start I feel like fuck everybody We gon' wash our hands off with bleach Nigga for everybody Ain't no red lights, these niggas green You gotta watch everybody Ant Chamberlain, that's a hunnid points