Lyrics:
and Brazilian 'yakkie
Zig-zagging in the alley, dilly-dally (what?, Uh)
Tough walk, tough talk, shit is tacky
They wish they had the tenacity to get at me
I'm
shoes
And the fly green socks
Stepped out the house, stopped short, oh no!
I went back in I forgot the (Kango)
Then I dilly (dally) ran through
your toes
Now the arms
Lets reach for the sky
Dilly dally too long wave bye bye
Beat around the corner and the bushes become your friends
I'm
before you.... welcome
Food wey u talk say you no want
Na em another man don dey feast on
Dilly dally dally dilly ping pong
Up down ding dong life goes
No
so lonely when you gone
Yuh pussy a mi love sign
See seh yuh ready fi di rough ride
Pan di cocky, dilly dally like bus ride
Hey gyal, nuh stop wine
Disobey my own decisions
I deserve all your suspicions
First it's yes and then it's no
I dilly dally down to you, oh
But I've got no secrets that
to you
Listening to Dilly Dally, and doing dillies in the alley 'til I'm not angry anymore
If I'm adding up my tally, every Tom and Dick and Sally, I
shoes
And the fly green socks
Stepped out the house, stopped short, oh no!
I went back in I forgot the (Kango)
Then I dilly (dally) ran through
moly Ally
Are you sweating in the valley
Do you study astrology
Do you tend to dilly dally
Grab a drink at tender alley
Drop a bomb in Southern Cali
I
or pa dukes?
There's two scoops a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber
and buy homes like Larry
I be smoother than Tal, Sharp-ton like Al
When you ballin everybody want to be your pal
No dilly-dally, baggin up the shorter alley
Housewives wear maternity dresses like body bags
They pull out novelty dildos as a party gag and dilly dally at a womens rally where they lolligag
Y'all wear
Disobey my own decisions
I deserve all your suspicions
First it's yes and then it's no
I dilly dally down to duo
But I've got no secrets that
Shit I forgot my fucking cango
Dammy-dilly-dally, me run into an alley
Got me busted into me old girl shaniqua from the valley, (uhh-huhh)
God damn
or pa dukes?
There's two scoops a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber
man Easy, and Rembrandt, Mitch 77
Oh no with the paint we can never dilly-dally
Big up and respect to Con Art in Cali
The Soul Artists, The Rebels,
or pa dukes?
There's two scoops a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber
Don't dilly-dally, come right home
I don't see why I must go home
When in the streets the niceties
Come pouring out and over me
Its three oclock
Mic check, never ever lose the respect of hip-hop
Roamin' the streets in the mecca
I don't suck and jive and I don't dilly-dally
I keep the crowd
the Capital J, rap, it'll stay
In your brain all day, it always happens that way
I come from L.A., Cali, East side of the Valley
Dilly-dally, ran through
Disobey my own decisions, I deserve all your suspicion
First it's yes and then it's no, I dilly dally down to duo
But I got no secrets that I
to dilly-dally
First I hit Texas, then I'm 'goin back to Cali'
[ VERSE 3: Ju-Ju ]
Ju-Ju, the true blue funk nigga
Ill with the grooves, it's the real beat-digger
of horse.
Trilly, trally, I dilly, dally my way.
Through the alley.
Remember that we will wreck from the east
All the way to Cali.
To those that are
run that tune, no dilly, no dally
No dilly, no dally
It's the golden boy
Lewisham High Street's golden boy
With a pretty little lighty, golden boy
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