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Artist: De La Soul
Album:  Buhloone Mindstate
Song:   Area
   (I can just remember the number...)
   DOVE: Just another area
   POS: For me to patrol
   DOVE: Just another area
   POS: That shows I got soul
   DOVE: Just another area
   POS: For me to patrol
   DOVE: Just another area
   POS: 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
   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 ass)
   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
   I's got the Violators in the area
   It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall
   Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass 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)