Lyrics:

Who you foolin.. only foolin (2X)



[Dove]

Yo, I stay cousin to this, introducing Mr. Dave Banner

Scannin proper with my sight muscle

This rap shit, is just my night hustle

My J-O's to stay fearin of my G-O-D

Whether what may, meet me at the front door

See the pressure got a nigga knockin shit off his desk

Cause of the stress I stack words make cats bruise they neck tissue

Stay pertinent to the issues

Cut your tag too close, display these verses tight, virtuals

sort of like we supposed to, pantyhose raps you run

Stay (?) like black folks some (?)

mostly fakin it, to make it



[Pos]

I play low-key til it's time for you to know me

Stir my lime with light, drink it down slowly

Holy shit! Now look what I get

A whole string of party people wanna run in my mix

In my world they wanna fit like melanin in a tit

Jam tight, they ain't my fam alright? They ain't my people

Them niggaz screamin fam til they rank measure equal

then vote, without leavin a note, and that was all she wrote

Arranged produced my slang's obtuse

but some distort, tellin stories like Mother-the-Goose

My true fam's (??) back since with Vince Mason

We'll draw on three, leave that body for the tracin

Ultimate high, like them drugs you be lacin

Coulda stood next to me, at the top of the key

but you had to play gutter, didn't want to climb

Now you find yourself talked about in my rhyme



[Dove]

While you fools claim corners, we gon' claim theories

Y'all some stickball niggaz, we the World Series

Been here, just pleadin the same case

ever since we spaced about "3 Feet"

Pinchin your ears, inchin for years

but you still stuck at the mezzanine and

we at the penthouse level with the same old rugs

same old tubs, same old tables and same faults

Same crew and the same old train of thought



Chorus: De La Soul



My guess you need to head West (who you foolin)

Thought we'd fall for your phonyness you're (only foolin)

yourself, thought you were down - it takes more than a smile

and a couple of pounds to be crew

Man you bound to get your tail caught (who you foolin)

Spreadin yourself thin see you're (only foolin)

yourself, thinkin all you need is the wealth

You need to peep your whole circle out



[Pos]

Yo, since Jam Master Jay been rockin without a band

and that sister k.d. lang been sexin without a man

we brought our ultimate plan to birth

Put in work for this game, it's not a game to me

We've been furnished the props

Now we out to furnish properties we own

That's right (so) cats might know we ain't home

My throne's threatened by fiends, try to do dirt

Play Tony Randall - have that ass cleaned



[Dove]

Unveiled I see your exhibition, y'all need to cover that

Fatherless styles, y'all really need to mother that

Same expose, different page

but when you see me in it it's the same old Dave



[Pos]

Y'all silly, you're just a civili', I'm a soldier

Troopin in this path til the death won us over

So if life is a party begin, to understand

just like the DJ, we stayin to the end



Chorus: De La Soul



How you think you gon' get away? (who you foolin)

Changin faces on the regular you're (only foolin)

yourself, big top status, paintin your face

Who you think you really gonna fool huh?

We watch, what we got so (who you foolin)

around on my premises you're (only foolin)

you, into thinkin you can break in too

my place, and not have to face, our position



Who you foolin.. only foolin