- Song Name: Copa (Cabanga)
- Artist Name: De La Soul
- Album: Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump
- Songwriters: David Jolicoeur, David Nathaniel West, Kelvin Mercer, Vincent Mason
- Release Date: 2000.08.08
- Label: Tommy Boy
LYRICS FOR "Copa (Cabanga)"
Ladies and gentlemen
We got De La up in the house tonight
They just walked up in here
We gon' see if they can come up here
And do a lil' somethin' for us
Yo
I'm on the moon like the first man
First can I grab? Is gon' get it
She all independent but want her throat wetted
Tight from the floor to height
See I saw the night
Bubbles I fiend to see double
So I sip until my bladder bust
You in V.I.P.
By-stand
Gettin' my Fred Astaire on
Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa
Me and you come over
We do it like the cha-cha
Just like we at the Copa
For all my niggaz runnin' around like the mothership landed
Or is it because there's some others who handed
Their daughters over to the night life?
Yes
Interface with they whole clique
I get the first pick
[Incomprehensible] rule like D
Around the way
But first tell all these women who ain't knowin'
Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa
Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa
Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa
Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa
Yo
I got aim all on this to shoot and score the trout
Who's actin' all cute and out of position
To get her bottom limbs arched like a grasshopper
Puttin' in work to make it last proper
Ninety percent of the time is on my mind frame
So I'm game to reign up to par
While my fam runs it cool up at the bar
Lettuce enough cheese to get shredded
We like Navy Seals lookin' for the gold
Our natural appeal got them others on hold
Them girls dealin' with us tonight
Came with the large appetite and got served
Got nerve to think less
You can bless me and my kinfolk
Rushin' up against my yolk-sac promote that
Pimp play upon how we get it on for real
Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa
Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa
You see you hopeless up in the spot
Talkin' a lot of champagne taste holdin' 40 ounce pockets
Switch the sprocket to gear to top of the year
We gon' drop it like confetti on it
Her fast ass wanna get all Andretti on it
Makin' my main man poke like Trakmasterz
Blazin'-trail
'Honeymoon'
I sip a little left to twist spines together
Vertical hold
Even if we spill the love
We got compliments up at the front door
Just tell 'em Dullah sent ya
Thirty minute Tae Bo s***'s
All on a Saturday night
I love the way Sally walk
Bow legged in a two piece steel
We live in New York
We live in New York
Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa
Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa
Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa
Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
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