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Oooh by De La Soul (Ft. Redman)

Release Date
Mon Jul 10 2000
Performed by
De La SoulRedman
Produced by
Prince Paul & De La Soul
Writed by
Prince Paul & Maseo & Lalo Schifrin & Trugoy the Dove & Posdnuos & Redman
About

First single of their fifth album, produced by the group’s long time collaborator Prince Paul after the two taking a 7 year break from working together.

Samples:
- Theme from “Enter the Dragon” by Lalo Schifrin
- “The Greatest Love” by Lee Dorsey
- “Damn Right, I Am Somebody” by Fred Wesley & T...

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Oooh Lyrics

[Intro: Redman]
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin' your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes... (Brick City)

[Verse 1: Pos & Dove]
Yo, don't scandalize
Mine, I spent too much time
Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk
Never fetchin' for crime, halt! Who goes there?
Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin' Smokey the Bear
Shinin' black like Darth Vader caps, they on stare
While we rockin' it, I'll rock in it (rock in it)
Like the little ball inside the spray can providing three
Coats for both child, woman and man

[Chorus: Redman]
God bless the God, lay these streets wall to wall
It go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It went, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

[Verse 2: Pos & Dove]
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('Phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
I'm iced out like a glass of tea, better yet, oatmeal cookies
Y'all just rookies to me
Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D
Why try? Maseo be gettin' high since Luke was Luke Skywalk' (Yo'), man, my
Topic of talk is sheddin' shame all over your game
Like them shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin' is the past drug
A life filled with (*GUNS*)—that's what thugs love
Snatch you fast, wrap that ass
In the rug of your choice while it muffles your voice
Now when I'm swimmin' through the joint
I put the funk on hold
'Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up
We run up a tab
And gladly add a little extra for miss
Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss
Most crews are post-current while we're forever
Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from the you-and-I-versity
Of hard-hitters, for real

[Chorus: Redman]
I got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine and get
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, if you a fat chick gettin' your fuck on tonight then go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin' our sound
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, and to my broke niggas on the corner holdin' me down
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

[Verse 3: Dove, Pos & Redman]
Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong
I had plans to buy more land, plant corn
Bust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks
Set backs is gonna get my ass P.E. hostile
Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat (Uh-huh)
Big money's make the big decisions, keep hip-hop
Alive, it's just an intermission
Back to the second half of the feature flick
Dick stacks and fuck rap
I had a name for makin' paper since papier-mâché (C'mon)
Now my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play
While you broke niggas reach drunk much quicker
You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor
Went from God to God damn, damn God, you're killin' it
Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it
Rap cats talk with no will in it
Soundin' like they virtual, this joint'll hurt you, yo
Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed
They did a job, took all the goodies
Out from under the tree (Word up?), except the CDs
Of shiny-suit rappers and flossin' emcees
Who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees
Man, you know no wack poems get no play in our homes (Nah man)
You need to not get nappy with me
Or else we gon' relax your mind, let your conscious be free

[Chorus: Redman]
Yo, where my Wall Street niggas, if ya up in the stands, go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk-ass man, go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed, Brick City go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

Oooh Q&A

Who wrote Oooh's ?

Oooh was written by Prince Paul & Maseo & Lalo Schifrin & Trugoy the Dove & Posdnuos & Redman.

Who produced Oooh's ?

Oooh was produced by Prince Paul & De La Soul.

When did De La Soul release Oooh?

De La Soul released Oooh on Mon Jul 10 2000.

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