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Tennis – De La Soul

Two months later...

Ugh! I'm glad she started
Yo man, first thing we gotta do is get you a new car, man
Yeah well, that's what happens when you leave your partner behind and everything... the whole shit
No, you left me! I didn't leave you
Nah, you left me, duke
Heh, yo anyway, yo what time the studio tomorrow?
Um... I'm down to start at like.. oh, I can't see
I'm down to start at like.. ten?
You need a new car, nigga
Yeah, ten is good for me, man
That's definitely good for me, um
Right now, I think, just drop me off at Ken-Du's crib, B
Drop you off? Like you dropped me off?
Get the fuck outta here!
Nigga, you left me!
Deen Lamont Whitter, cut this shit...

City lights
It's cheeba night, in Holly-hood
My ace in the hole, my ace boon
It's been so long, happened so soon
Thought I lost you love, now I'm lost and found
Searching high and low, and underground
Got the bond back, and the bomb back
See when hearts race, we throw the batons back
We at the finish line, let's celebrate
Troubled minds, we meditate
With a handshake, not a contract
See a brother's love ignites with contact
Once hopeless, now I'm hopeful
Not remotely the path that we hoped for
What we wrote for is all we built, Pop
I'ma take it to the grave and the hilltop
Now that's love!

First Serve, it's like tennis
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
It's like tennis, it's the perfect match
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
First Serve, it's like tennis
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
It's like tennis, it's the perfect match
It's the love, love, it's the love, love

Aight man, so I'll check you later, bro
Aight, B, get at me!

Back on home plate, after runnin them bases
So many places, but nothin could replace thy love
And I meant this, left as an apprentice
Now that we back
Me and Deen's tryin to be in all in them pockets like Dennis
Sorta like tennis, servin the business
Birds of a feather and together we in this
Raised part-time in these streets
While our parents phased hard times out our lives
And no guaran-tee that we wouldn't
find us in trouble, like kids troublemaking we did
My nigga Kenneth Dumar was rewarded a bid
And came out as Ken-Du and we continue
To memorize memories like we were elephants
Local shorties know we're related to relevant
Leather-tough dynamic duo duff niggaz out with the (boom! pow!)
Fuck around and show you how, First Serve!

First Serve, it's like tennis
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
It's like tennis, it's the perfect match
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
First Serve, it's like tennis
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
It's like tennis, it's the perfect match
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
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