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Artist: De La Soul
Album:  De La Soul is Dead
Song:   Talkin' Bout Hey Love
   (The radio is so clear in here.)
   Hey Love
   Talkin' bout Hey Love
   Wanna be your push and shove
   Pop, popcorn up above
   Move me like Soul when I say
   Go to a club around the way
   And see my Hey DJ
   And make him play Hey Love
   Discover all the football teams
   Mack and eat jelly beans
   Run in the cold with no jeans
   Get yourself sick till we're seen
   Catch the flu and make tea
   How Dan Stuckie life will be
   It's all about you and me
   'Cause you're my Hey Love
   Move me like Soul when I say
   Go to a club around the way
   And see my Hey DJ
   And make him play Hey Love
   TESHA STILLS: Look Pos, we gotta talk.
   POS: Talk about what?
   TESHA: Don't play stupid with me, you know what we gotta talk about.
   POS: What?
   TESHA: About you becoming fully dedicated.
   POS: So we're about to go through these line-runs again, huh?
   TESHA: You're damn right. I wanna know whatever you do for me has
   anything to do with love.
   POS: Look, I come all the way from L.I. to the Bronx to see you, isn't
   that showing you love?
   TESHA: You see that's just it Pos, I don't wanna be just your Bronx
   love, I wanna be your Hey Love.
   POS: You wanna be my what?
   TESHA: I said I wanna be your Hey Love. I mean it's just not the mood
   being one of the many girls on your
   list, and you wouldn't be dissing me like this if I was your Hey Love.
   POS: Look, I do everything I can to treat you like a rose.
   TESHA: Yeah but you even give better treatment to that girl named
   Selina from uptown like a Daisy. You even
   gave her some of your special donuts for free.
   POS: So this is what this is all about, huh? Donuts.
   TESHA: No, Pos, can't you hear the music, it's all about Hey Love
   POS: I don't understand why you're dissing me, it's not like I'm Paul,
   I don't have two kids in every state.
   TESHA: But you probably got two girls in every state. If you're not
   going to go about it the way I want you
   to, then just leave, 'cause I can't be so bothered.
   POS: Yeah. (mumbled) And wit your wrinkled pussy...
   (I can't be your lover)
   (Where's that voice coming from? From... from nowhere?)