Buddy - Native Tongue Decision

Listen to this disc jockey's introduction to Mata Bani's Lazy Garden lyrics
(Get one, get it right, right)
(Right to the flesh)
(Right, right, right to the flesh)

Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany (say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany (say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany, mean
Oh, you gotta do that again, Dove
Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany (say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany (say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany, mean (ooh, I wouldn't say)

Hello, it's the Soul
Troopin' in with the Jungle patrol
And this one's about the KO's, the knock-outs out there
Who I call my buddy

Hold up (wait a minute)
Now just wait
We're gonna talk about Buddy on this plate
But before we let the herd out the gate
Make sure the all the levels are straight out
(The Jungle, the Jungle, the Brothers, the Brothers)

De La Soul, on a roll
Black medallions, no gold
Hangin' out with Pos, hangin' out with Mase
Buddy buddy buddy all in my face
For the lap, Jimbrowski must wear a cap
Just in case the young girl likes to clap
Ain't for the wind but before I begin
I initiate the buddy with a slap

Now drop the beat, for the Phifer from A Tribe Called Quest
When I see Buddy, I will never half step
I just do her Tribal style and then jet
The Buddy that I like is to be sexy and nice
Just good enough for the one they call Phife
A brown skin Buddy with shoulder-length hair
Nice firm breasts and a round derrierre

Now for the next, I'm the Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest
And if you quest for the Buddy, don't fess
If your Jimmy wants nothing but the best (the best)
The best (ooh, wee!)
Let's stick out the jimmy and see what we can catch (stick 'em up, stick 'em up jimmy)
Nets won't be needed unless (Jenny wanna get right to the flesh)

Dancin' on the dance floor
Girl, it's you that I adore
Step off-stage, you scream for more
Native Tongues got rhymes galore
Snap my fingers, make you mine
If not, I'll snap a second time
After that, I guarantee you will be standing next to me

Fly buddy (buddy) don't you know you make me go nutty? (Nutty)
I'm so glad that you're not a fuddy, duddy (duddy)
Not too skinny and not too chubby (chubby)
Soft like silly putty
Miss Crabtree (Crabtree), I know that you're not mad at me (at me)
'Cause I told you that it was your buddy (buddy)
That was making me ever so horny (horny)
Junglelistically horny

I won't lie, I love B-U-D-D-Y
'Cause I never let it walk on by
When it comes to me and Jenny, I seem (very serious)
Like a peek freen
Buddy is an act that occurs on the lift
When Jimmy and Jenny start shootin' the gift
Boy let me get shot, I won't even riff

On the dial, my Buddy talks to me for a while
Plug Two is the (Q to her tip)
On the A-side or sometimes the flip (word up)
Buddy, is the bud to my daisy tree (uh huh)
And the luden to my do-re-mi
And the pleaser to my man Plug Three (Plug Three gets the whole caboodle)

Behind the bush, my Buddy likes the way that I push
And like a champ, just knock it on out
Never ever once sellin' out (well, let loose the juice)
My Buddy helps me to (de La my Soul)
Keepin' Jimmy in total control
Without Buddy, I'd be on a roll

Now as the lady
I thought that Jungle and Quest and Soul would just maybe
Give me the chance to say that I get crazy
Due to the fact I let Buddy amaze me
As a matter of fact, it crazes me in many ways
I decided that it was time for Monie Love to say
That when it comes to the B, you know that I don't play
'Cause to me, chasin' Buddy is the perfect way (perfect way)
To spend the day (to spend the day)

Ooh, child, things are gettin' a little easier
Ooh, Buddy gets easier (yeah)
Ooh, child, things are gettin' a little easier
Ooh, Buddy gets easier

Girl, I heard you're lookin' for some good times
If you Quest from the Soul, guess what we'll find
Whole lotta fun, lots of fun together
Just like kissin' cousins (yeah, that's kinda clever)
Close like bosoms, bosoms stay close
If you be my Buddy, I will toast
That we're like Ethel Mertz and Lucille McGillicuddy
You can be mine and I can be your Buddy

The best Buddy's in evening wear
Long lovin' lets Tru know (he's in there)
I feel sorry for those who pay a fare (a fee?)
Word to the D
I don't beg, I just tease my Buddy with my right leg (ha-ha)
And then when it's ready what's said
Is Buddy is best in bed (word to the D)

Buddy, buddy told us all to get into a circle
Said don't bug because I won't hurt you
All I really wanna do is freak you (you know what? She freaked us)
And I watched and then I checked my Swatch to see the time
The Tribe had formed a Buddy line
And that Buddy was mine, all mine

Now when Quest, Jungle and De La Soul
Is at the clubs, our ritual unfolds
Grab our bones and start swingin' our hands
(Then Jenny start flockin' in everywhere)
'Cause Jenifa just wants to stay aware
Yo fellas, should we keep her aware?
(Mmm, hmm... yeah!)

Oh, I don't know what to do about this Buddy stuff, man
It's driving me crazy
(Oooh) Vous couchez avec moi ce soir? Speak French to me, baby
Oooh j'arrête pas, moi j'caresse ton body et toi, tu caresse mon kiwi, oui, oui
Oh, Jesse, thanks, man, I don't know what to do
Moi non plus j'sais pas quoi dire et toi qu'est-ce tu pourrais trouver à dire?

Oh, my God, what is that in your hand?
Oh tu sais tout Le Monde peut apprendre le français
Wait a minute, what are you doing with that?
Mh, je t'apprends juste le français mais attends
Je vais peut-être faire plus pour toi
Oh, my goodness c'est qu'elle aime, je crois qu'elle aime ça (ooh oui)
There's something about these French men out here today
I don't know, moi j'appelle ça Buddy (Buddy?)
Ah oui Buddy tout le temps
Let me tell you something, you can be my Buddy any time



Credits
Writer(s): Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Paul E. Huston, Kelvin Mercer, Nathaniel Phillip Hall, Michael Lewis Small, David J. Jolicoeur, Vincent Lamont Mason
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