WithoutADoubt

Without A Doubt (Explicit) - The Roots/Lady B

Written by：Melvin Lewis Jr/The Roots/Tariq Trotter/Jesse Bonds Weaver

Hey hey hey hey

Hey yes yes I

Come on Come on uh uh uh

Another one of those Saturday nights y'all

Yo y'all take heed

Yeah check it out Come on

You're now rocking

Without a doubt take heed y'all

Come on yeah uh

Uh yo about to give you what you need y'all

Check it out now it's the type cerebral

World renowned illustrious ille gal

My musical affection bubbling within your zone

Like champagne known as the fifth campaign

Thought be do in his damn thang

Bent like a boomerang trying to maintain

I'm both yin and yang from mi Kan Lang

What your lady getting me up I'm never answering

Let her miss me see me then she off trying to kiss me

Talking about I dig you tarring the way you twist me

Meanwhile she coming home tipsy all grinning

And what you used to fit em before you now swimming

Just take a dive p5 deep the team winning

Taking hip hop back to the beginning

Cause mac's are pretend in I slap your sound

Out the sky like I'm goaltendin bring your career

To an ending enter the next era transcendent for real

Knahmsayin if not then man listen

For you to try to f**k with the fifth that's ambition

I let y'all know the time indeed y'all need to

Take heed y'all

Get a little p5 d y'all

Straight from the town of philly y'all

But we about to give you what you need y'all

Without a doubt

Take heed y'all get a little p5 d y'all

Straight from the town of philly y'all

But we about to give you what you need y'all

Without a doubt

Yo I control the stadium like the law long arm

Warn ring the alarm cause here the roots come

The funk's all ready for whoever want some

Your album get split like a lump sum

No doubt under this influencing of outcome

Millennium spaceship totally wasted

Schoolly d classic though I vocally laced it

Taste this swerve on a regular basis

Serving y'all whatever the place is

Blowing conniver quality in my competitor's faces

This is without doubt your lady pass out

This ill a fifth twilight zone you a** out

Shout to my brothers on back route

Whipping the short that's smacked out dig it

Stump this in your cassette deck hip hop has not left yet

I sent a verse in the mail like a death threat

The critically acclaimed composer stand over

Whichever mute minuscule mic holder

You never knew the real before yo I show ya