Chanel No. Fever - De La Soul

Chorus: 
It's in the back y'all 
It's on the wall y'all 
It's in your head  but it's not the fever 
Now with the B I double L bill 
We bill the par territories placing flags on terrains 
Now I said it was yours so snatch the world back from Wayne 
We did  universally sparked the lid 
Now these ladies love how we live 
Got'em caught  shit you already know looking so fly 
That the dog that played spiderweb your up aliasing here 
Sucker cats don't try to steer 
Near this, wish you could bring it this way 
Compliments of Wonder Y and my nigga David J 
So the do, re, mi, fa, sol, la 
Many reach to devour the stage, put the guts out the venue 
Ah, shut up in your face no need to continue 
I've been there, done that 
Received it, won that 
Yo stunned that, that's how you like To Sun frozed 
Keep my shit in harvest like Farmer John grows crops 
Hops, you'll need the whole ceiling to tops 
I saw the empire, set your liquid to fire 
Bim Blam set a flame to your fanny 
Davis the surname like Davis the Sammy 
A grammy, my concern is to earn for a little age 
Next time, next rhyme, next phase 
Chorus 2x 
Now put your hand on your hip 
Now put your hand on your hip 
And let your backbone slip 
And let your backbone slide 
Now put your hand up on your hip 
Now put your hand up on your hip 
And let your backbone slip for the fever 
Hey, ladies and gents reintroducing to you 
Shootin' shit like hot asses at the sip of bean stew 
Super fat come the visitor zoo 
Peace to my homewood niggas and my man Tofu 
I'm through evil that man do 
Get some ass on the side so my love can shine through 
Pull a cigar with crew, lean back and let it