Oooh
De La Soul Lyrics


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Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled (word)
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)

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

God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

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 (what?)
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

Yo, I got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine
And get, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, if you a fat chick gettin' your fuck on tonight
Then go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin' our sound
Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, and to my broke niggas on the corner holdin' me down
Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Yo, I swear Tommy gon' 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 to be 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 (yeah)
Back to the second half of the feature flick
Dick stacks and fuck rap

I had a name for makin' paper since papier-mâché (come on)
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 Goddamn

Damn, God, you're killin' it
Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it
Rap cats talk with no will in it (uh-huh)

Soundin' like they virtual
This joint'll hurt you, yo

'Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed (shh, shh, shh, shh)
They did a job (shit)
Took all my goodies out from under the tree, except the CD's (word up)
Of shiny suit rappers and flossin' emcees
Who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees

Man, you know them whack 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

Yo, where my Wall Street niggas, if ya up in the stands
Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk-ass man
Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed
Brick City go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah (too smoked)
Yeah
Right now they call me, Hardcore Motherfucker

Hey, Hip Hoppers, tired of that old trend of ghostwriters?
Well, here's the newest sensation that's sweepin' the nation
Ghost Weed, Ghost Weed
Hey ballers, ballettes, thugs, chickenheads
Take a listen to how Ghost Weed
Will help you kick it like your favorite rapper
Just a couple of hits and it's gangster
Watch how we secretly sabotaged this cypher with Ghost Weed

(Give me that back) nah, just, step back off
(Let me get some) I got Pharoahe Monch, I'ma do it
(Yo, you gonna fuck that shit up, man) I got that kid like, whoa
I'm sayin', uh
Yo, you need to take some more, son
Yo, I take another hit
(Ghost Weed) (oh, shit, ah)
(That's that fire shit, yo)
Yo, y'all gonna let me get busy though, real quick? (Yo, alright)
I wanna, I wanna hear you rhyme (y'all gon', y'all gon')
You might sound nice 'cause I'm high now but (you wanna hear me rhyme? Uh)
Check my ad lib, uh
Yeah, aight word, yeah, okay, yeah (word)
I'm ready, drop that beat (alright)

How many niggas who will actually kill still rhymin'?
How many niggas who are actually signed
Still killin'? (Yo, yo' voice sound buck)
And when it comes to killin' a mic, they ain't willin' (for real, yo)
And I'm supposed to be shook? That's the shit that kills me
Take a bullet for X in the ballroom and then vanish (sounds like him)
Extinguish the sun when I drool, play pool with the planets
Triskadekaphobia lyrics, outlandish
My shit straight from the soul, god damnit
It's the one time only, vernacular original
Spectacular miraculous flow, computer digital (woo)
I ridicule the pitiful, piss upon the miniscule
Pharoahe Monch, better park that ass like municipal

Yo, you ripped that shit
You ripped that shit, kid (killed it)
That was dope, that was dope (way outta control, B)
(It did not sound like Pharoahe) whatever, why you hatin'?
Yo, he kinda had that yo, he kinda had that
Nah, man, it did not sound like Pharoahe (hey, stop hatin')
You need to congratulate, stop hatin'
It was the weed, it was the trees (I'm sayin' you need to pass that weed)




Whatever, don't hate, congratulate (you know I'm sayin')
Ghost Weed

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to De La Soul's "Oooh" are a combination of braggadocio, wordplay, and social commentary. The song begins with an invitation to party and get wild, boasting about being "more than rough" and calling out anyone who would try to challenge their rhymes. The lyrics also touch on themes of street violence and the struggle to succeed in the music industry.


The central theme of "Oooh" seems to be the importance of authenticity in hip hop. In the second verse, the rapper Maseo boasts of being "iced out like a glass of tea," implying that he's the real deal while others are imposters. He goes on to criticize "shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin' is the past drug," suggesting that these artists are merely following trends rather than creating something truly original.


Line by Line Meaning

Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
We're here to start the party and make your dreams come true.


Get your ass up, and let's get ill
Don't be lazy, get up and let's have a good time.


That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin' your bluff
We're tough and we know you can't handle us.


And when it comes to rhymes
Our rapping skills are unmatched.


Yo, don't scandalize mine
Don't try to discredit or harm my reputation.


I spent too much time
I've worked hard to perfect my craft.


Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk
I speak honestly and my words leave a lasting impression.


Never fetchin' for crime, halt! Who goes there?
I don't engage in criminal activity and I'm suspicious of strangers.


Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin Smokey the Bear
I'm smoking a joint and my hand is clenched, signaling danger.


Shinin' black like Darth Vader caps, they on stare
My outfit is attention-grabbing and people are looking at me.


While we rockin' it, I'll rock in it (rock in it)
I'm fully immersed in the music and enjoying myself.


Like the little ball inside the spray can
I'm essential to the process and adding value.


Providing three coats for both child, woman and man
My contributions are inclusive and benefit everyone.


God bless the God, lay these Streets Wall to Wall
God bless this place and let's have a great time.


It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
The music is great and I'm enjoying it.


Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry click
You got caught because you messed with the wrong people.


It went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
I'm excited about this event and having fun.


It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt
It's not my fault you got knocked down.


Got your chin touched by my fam' who though you brought harm, you see
My crew fought back and defended themselves because of the harm caused.


I'm iced out like a glass of tea
I'm wearing a lot of jewelry and bling.


Better yet, oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to me
Compared to me, you're inexperienced and unimpressive.


Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D
You may be playing well, but I doubt you can defend.


Why try? Maseo be gettin' high since Luke was Luke Skywalk'
I see no point in trying when my friend has been smoking since Star Wars was released.


Man, my topic of talk is sheddin' shame all over your game
I'm exposing your poor behavior and attitude.


Like them shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin' is the past drug
I'm calling out those who claim to love Afrocentric culture but only as a trendy thing.


A life filled with that's what thugs love
Some people enjoy living dangerous lives and glorify it.


Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choice while it muffles your voice
I'll catch you quickly and silence you while doing it discreetly.


Now when I'm swimmin' through the joint, I put the funk on hold
I pause and stop enjoying the party when I need to do something else.


Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up
If you don't pause and take a break, it'll be obvious you're getting tired.


We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss
We spend a lot of money and tip well for good service.


Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss
Attracting attention and adoration with a confident and impressive presence.


Most crews are post-current while we're forever
Most groups are temporary and not relevant, but we'll always be around.


Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
Our music is universally enjoyable and appeals to everyone.


Graduated from the you-and-I-versity of hard-hitters, for real
We've experienced and overcome many challenges and are successful in our field.


I got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine
I have friends who will retaliate and cause harm if you try to steal from or rob us.


And get, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
They'll respond quickly and fiercely.


Yo, if you a fat chick gettin' your fuck on tonight
If you're a heavier woman having sex tonight.


Then go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
Have fun and enjoy yourself.


Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin' our sound
Raise your hands in the air if you're enjoying the music.


Yo, and to my broke niggas on the corner holdin' me down
A shoutout and appreciation for my friends supporting me, despite their financial situation.


Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong
Tommy has wronged me and I'm planning to retaliate.


I had plans to buy more land, plant corn
I had plans to invest and grow my wealth.


Bust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks
I'll work hard and grind to achieve my goals.


Set backs is gonna get my ass to be hostile
Despite setbacks, I will be determined and aggressive.


Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat
The high-quality music we make is defeating other competition.


Big money's make the big decisions
Money can dictate decisions and outcomes.


Keep hip-hop alive, it's just an intermission
Hip-hop is important to us and we're taking a break before continuing.


Back to the second half of the feature flick
Back to the party and music.


Dick stacks and fuck rap
We don't care about boasting or talking about sex in our music.


I had a name for makin' paper since paper mache
I've been good at making money for a long time.


Now my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play
I have a lot of money and can enjoy life and travel.


While you broke niggas reach drunk much quicker
You can't handle alcohol as well as I can.


You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor
You don't earn enough money to handle your alcohol and its effects.


Went from God to God damn
I went from being praised to being cursed or hated.


Damn God, you're killin' it
I'm doing very well and succeeding.


Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it
I should make my success into a business and invest in it.


Rap cats talk with no will in it
Other rappers don't have the drive or determination to succeed like I do.


Soundin' like they virtual
Others sound fake or inauthentic.


This joint'll hurt you, yo
Our music can be very powerful or intense.


Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed
My house was robbed on Christmas Eve.


(shh shh shh, shh) They did a job
The burglars were successful and did their job quietly.


Took all my goodies out from under the tree, except the CD's
They took all of my presents except for the CDs.


of shiny-suit rappers and flossin' emcees
The only CDs left were from flashy rappers who flaunt their wealth.


who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees
Their rapping skills are not very good.


Man, you know no wack poems get no play in our homes
We don't listen to or appreciate bad songs or music.


You need to not get nappy with me
Don't get angry or combative with me.


Or else we gon' "relax your mind, let your conscious be free"
We'll help you calm down and enjoy the moment.


Yo, where my Wall Street niggas, if ya up in the stands
Are there any successful people in the audience right now?


Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
Make some noise and show your excitement.


To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk-ass man
To the women who will fight back against their abusive partners.


Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed
If you've never been the victim of violent crimes.


Brick City go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
Let's hear it for Brick City and have a good time.


Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke
I need to leave and go back to the studio to smoke weed.


Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
I'm excited to smoke and have a good time.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: David Jolicoeur, Kelvin Mercer, Lalo Schifrin, Vincent Mason

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born in 2006 and i can tell this is pure hip hop

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Redman is underrated AF.

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Been loving it since I was 14!! Now, I'm 37!! 👍 👍 😁 😁 😁

@Anothervictim87

Same here! I'm 36 now

@SKWAAZ-87

il be 37 in August...
My childhood memories came flooding after watching this track...
This track is such a gem..!!!

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