Buddy (Live at Tramps, NYC, 1996)

[Intro: De La Soul]
Where my people at? Where my people at?
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
Yeah, one two, we talkin' ’bout P.A. Mase
Yo, enjoy, the Natives, the Tongues, the Tongues
The Natives y'all, the Natives y'all, no doubt, what
Meany, meany, meany, meany
Meany, meany, meany, meany
Meany, meany, mеany, meany, mean
Ayo, ayo, ayo, yo
Meany, mеany, meany, meany (Say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany (Say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany, mean

[Verse 1: Trugoy the Dove]
Hello it’s the soul (Yo)
Troopin' in wit' the Jungle patrol (What?)
And this one's about the KO's
The knockouts out there who I call my...
(Hold up, wait a minute)

[Verse 2: Posdnous]
Just wait, y'all
We're gonna talk about Buddy on this stage
But before we open up full gauge
Make sure the all the levels are straight out the jungle
(The Jungle, the Jungle, the Brothers, the Brothers, what)

[Verse 3: Afrika Baby Bam]
De La Soul, on a roll
Black medallions, no gold
Hangin' out wit’ Pos, Dave, and Mase
Buddy buddy buddy all in my face

[Verse 4: Mike G]
Yo, for the lap, Jimbrowski must wear a cap
Just in case the young girl likes to clap
Ain’t for the wind but before I begin
I initiate the buddy with a slap

[Verse 5: De La Soul & Jungle Brothers doing Q-Tip's verse]
Now for the next
I'm the Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest (Where’s he at?)
And when I quest for the buddy I don't fess
For my jimmy wants nothin' but the best (The best)
The best (Ooh-wee)
Let's stick out jimmy and see what we can catch
(Stick ’em up, stick 'em up, jimmy)
Next won't be needed unless
(Jenny wanna get right to the flesh)

[Bridge: De La Soul & Jungle Brothers]
I do my dancin' on the dance floor
Girl, it's you that I adore
Step off stage, you'll scream for more
Native Tongues got rhymes galore
Snap my fingers, make you mine
If not, I'll snap a second time
After that, I'll guarantee
You will be standing next to me

[Verse 6: Afrika Baby Bam]
Fly buddy (Fly buddy), don't you know you make me go nutty (Nutty)
I'm so glad that you're not a fuddy duddy (Duddy)
Not too skinny and not too chubby (Chubby)
Soft like silly putty
Miss Crabtree (Crabtree), I hope that you're not mad at me (At me)
'Cause I told you that it was your buddy (Buddy)
That is making me ever so horny
Junglelistically horny

[Verse 7: Posdnous]
I won't lie, I love the B-U-D-D-Y (Why?)
'Cause I never let it walk on by
When it comes to me and Jenny I seem (Very serious)
Like a Peak Freen
Buddy is an act that's occurring on the lip (What?)
When Jenny and Jimmy start shootin' the gift
But unless we got shots, we won't even riff
(Break it down, baby)

[Outro: Trugoy the Dove]
Now when Tribe, the Jungle, and De La Soul
Be at the club, our ritual unfolds
Grabbin' of the bone, swingin' of the hands
(Then Jenny start flockin' it everywhere)
'Cause Jenifa just wanna stay aware
Ayo fellas, should we keep her aware?
(Mhm, yeah)
Ah, uh, The J.B.'s, y'all