Area Lyrics
Area - De La Soul
Just another area
For me to patrol
Just another area
That shows I got soul
Just another area
For me to patrol
Just another area
That shows I got soul
I got soul you see I'm swimming in the De La
I'm in my hood man my manhood worries ya
I'm known for sampling of soul food
Off the old school plates
When I met up with my niggas from the 718
One the Jungle Bro the other Questers from Queens
Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my jeans
Still I sided with my funk to bring my second on call
For me and the Sheep our mission's on the beach of 804
You're runnin' on an empty tank
But still get paid in full
And get the girls
Man I'm packing gravitational pull
Bring the instamatic avalanche my code intervenes
I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen
What
Well many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard
Man who's ringing up my area ooh oh
I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone
Like the 718's out of Vietnam
Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged
Man I knew a psycho
703's on my love bug
I made mates with the brothers up in 215
Crazy buddhas in my mind
My Chattanooga champ had me late for the camp
And my 202 keeps me marvellous
I guess Mars was my hideaway
But if the stars for a getaway
Since I'm capable I conjure up a walk in this way
I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester souffle
I be the 919 seeker 'cause ain't off logic
So when I'm with my crew I always have a place to sit
Due to this a brother tries to play me
Yeah like one in 514
Yo some kid tried to flip on me
They instigated a brawl
So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall
Then I just laughed
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
We whooped that a**
And put the feelings aside I know who I am
I cast the grain by the pound
I make sounds with the horn
When I colour the corn caught the fit
And sit the two when honey slung the tip
Well I'm taking my finds to the 301's
And Im playing my flute in the rear kibbut
My man from the 908's he don't like it like that
So I pipes till the sunshine hikes
A kettle of our master plan makes a Malibu idol
God forgive me Well it's a hook
The third to the 0 to the 5 had top feel the vibe
When the 516 played convicts
The man Maseo is here to put the habit along
And what you have I'm 'bout to speak about your area code
Is it 918 No
Is it 212 No
Speakin' on 404 Hell no
What about 516 I dunno
What is it Not tellin' ya
What is it Not tellin' ya
What is it Not tellin' ya
What is it Not tellin' ya
Huh What
Just another area for me to patrol
I got status 'cause I'm baddest with the paint
Giving upside down frowns to London wood 703
Her moms didn't like it I had to let be
For the fact I lays bricks
Cause my semen ends with the letter T
My seed is hard to submerge
I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched
'Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge
But I got Prince Paul in the Area
Oh it's like that now
I got Hot Dog in the Area
Heh heh heh
I got the Violators in the area
Aaah
I's got the Violators in the area
Aaah
It don't matter where you hide I clear up the fall
Cop the f**k outta here you fake-a** fraud
Clear my area
I'm going home now I have been up all night
I been up all night it's still Friday to me
Come on now Hey Ellory I'm going home
Bob to the bob d-dang d-dang diggy-diggy