| Song | Swoon Units |
| Artist | Digable Planets |
| Album | Reachin' (A New Refutation Of Time And Space) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Digable Planets | |
| What's happenin' Butterfly, what's happenin'? | |
| What's happenin' Butterfly, what's happenin'? | |
| What's happenin' Butterfly, yeah what's happenin'? | |
| What's up Butterfly, what's happenin'? | |
| [Butterfly] | |
| If it's swoon I can dig | |
| I peep out the flowers when they bloom if you dig | |
| Sisters do their dips to our blooms 'cause they dig | |
| Muslims add perfumes and the zoom be a dig | |
| I scoped out as a sprout then Mamma said to dig | |
| The mind then the butt 'cause the drama ain't to dig | |
| Lovely little honeys in their crews is what I dig | |
| If they fake the fig it's the Blues Child dig | |
| {Want some of my soda?} | |
| Fine they be mega, sexy they be ultra | |
| But don't enroll in pageants to get judged by the chauva's | |
| Crazy fly whips, baggy jeans and sneakers | |
| Silver hoops and Jeeps, hip-hop in the speakers | |
| The gag rule is bunk, it's like chains on the rump | |
| We help to liberate through this butt-shaking funk | |
| Nikki Giovanni and Maya Flamm | |
| With peoms so I tried for the units cause damn | |
| {all together} | |
| Swoon units | |
| {What?} | |
| Swoon units | |
| {What?} | |
| The units I know are the swoonest | |
| {The what?} | |
| Swoon units | |
| {What?} | |
| Swoon units | |
| {What?} | |
| Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? | |
| Swoon units | |
| {What?} | |
| Swoon units | |
| {What?} | |
| I love it when I speak it so boomin' | |
| {Yeah!} | |
| Swoon units | |
| {What?} | |
| Swoon units | |
| {What?} | |
| Getcha getcha ya ya mamma | |
| [Butterfly] | |
| To the gals I am hip | |
| The funky naturals is the ones, are you hip? | |
| If you dis a sis' then you ain't actin' hip | |
| Check Doodle, Silk and Butter 'cause we be black and hip | |
| Silky like jazz silky beats to move the hip | |
| The chocolate and the braids and the eyes be so hip | |
| That insects for the units gettin' live gettin' hip | |
| {I think you need a quota!} | |
| The gardens known as cities sprout ferns and tulips | |
| A sexy "hi" followed by requests to do it | |
| When funky duds is drapin' off the curves of a vixen | |
| And fig leaf sugars start to sprout elix 'em | |
| And roll with the lines, damn they be fine | |
| Ask T from the deep, we heard it through the vine | |
| I keep cans of bait for the fishes in aquariums | |
| Boosting me with verve like marine boys aquagum | |
| {all together} | |
| Swoon units | |
| {What?} | |
| Swoon units | |
| {What?} | |
| The units I know are the swoonest | |
| {The what?} | |
| Swoon units | |
| {What?} | |
| Swoon units | |
| {What?} | |
| I love 'em so I speak it so boomin' | |
| {Yeah!} | |
| Swoon units | |
| {What?} | |
| Swoon units | |
| {What?} | |
| Run and tell your mom about this | |
| [Doodlebug] | |
| The original swarm whether cold whether warm | |
| I, the Doodlebug Knowledge every form | |
| It's a beautiful day by the park take a seat | |
| As bosoms float by keepin' Doodlebug in heat | |
| Chocolate treats, silky bronze skin | |
| Butter sees what I see and gives me a grin | |
| All is good in the land of the honey-dip lovelies | |
| Don't wanna be 'em just to see 'em | |
| Ow! | |
| [Swoon unit] | |
| Oh that's what's happenin' y'all | |
| Yeah that's what's happenin' | |
| Oh I see what's happenin' now, yeah | |
| I see what's happenin' now Butterfly, yeah... |
| zuo ci : Digable Planets | |
| What' s happenin' Butterfly, what' s happenin'? | |
| What' s happenin' Butterfly, what' s happenin'? | |
| What' s happenin' Butterfly, yeah what' s happenin'? | |
| What' s up Butterfly, what' s happenin'? | |
| Butterfly | |
| If it' s swoon I can dig | |
| I peep out the flowers when they bloom if you dig | |
| Sisters do their dips to our blooms ' cause they dig | |
| Muslims add perfumes and the zoom be a dig | |
| I scoped out as a sprout then Mamma said to dig | |
| The mind then the butt ' cause the drama ain' t to dig | |
| Lovely little honeys in their crews is what I dig | |
| If they fake the fig it' s the Blues Child dig | |
| Want some of my soda? | |
| Fine they be mega, sexy they be ultra | |
| But don' t enroll in pageants to get judged by the chauva' s | |
| Crazy fly whips, baggy jeans and sneakers | |
| Silver hoops and Jeeps, hiphop in the speakers | |
| The gag rule is bunk, it' s like chains on the rump | |
| We help to liberate through this buttshaking funk | |
| Nikki Giovanni and Maya Flamm | |
| With peoms so I tried for the units cause damn | |
| all together | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| The units I know are the swoonest | |
| The what? | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| Voulezvous coucher avec moi? | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| I love it when I speak it so boomin' | |
| Yeah! | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| Getcha getcha ya ya mamma | |
| Butterfly | |
| To the gals I am hip | |
| The funky naturals is the ones, are you hip? | |
| If you dis a sis' then you ain' t actin' hip | |
| Check Doodle, Silk and Butter ' cause we be black and hip | |
| Silky like jazz silky beats to move the hip | |
| The chocolate and the braids and the eyes be so hip | |
| That insects for the units gettin' live gettin' hip | |
| I think you need a quota! | |
| The gardens known as cities sprout ferns and tulips | |
| A sexy " hi" followed by requests to do it | |
| When funky duds is drapin' off the curves of a vixen | |
| And fig leaf sugars start to sprout elix ' em | |
| And roll with the lines, damn they be fine | |
| Ask T from the deep, we heard it through the vine | |
| I keep cans of bait for the fishes in aquariums | |
| Boosting me with verve like marine boys aquagum | |
| all together | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| The units I know are the swoonest | |
| The what? | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| I love ' em so I speak it so boomin' | |
| Yeah! | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| Run and tell your mom about this | |
| Doodlebug | |
| The original swarm whether cold whether warm | |
| I, the Doodlebug Knowledge every form | |
| It' s a beautiful day by the park take a seat | |
| As bosoms float by keepin' Doodlebug in heat | |
| Chocolate treats, silky bronze skin | |
| Butter sees what I see and gives me a grin | |
| All is good in the land of the honeydip lovelies | |
| Don' t wanna be ' em just to see ' em | |
| Ow! | |
| Swoon unit | |
| Oh that' s what' s happenin' y' all | |
| Yeah that' s what' s happenin' | |
| Oh I see what' s happenin' now, yeah | |
| I see what' s happenin' now Butterfly, yeah... |
| zuò cí : Digable Planets | |
| What' s happenin' Butterfly, what' s happenin'? | |
| What' s happenin' Butterfly, what' s happenin'? | |
| What' s happenin' Butterfly, yeah what' s happenin'? | |
| What' s up Butterfly, what' s happenin'? | |
| Butterfly | |
| If it' s swoon I can dig | |
| I peep out the flowers when they bloom if you dig | |
| Sisters do their dips to our blooms ' cause they dig | |
| Muslims add perfumes and the zoom be a dig | |
| I scoped out as a sprout then Mamma said to dig | |
| The mind then the butt ' cause the drama ain' t to dig | |
| Lovely little honeys in their crews is what I dig | |
| If they fake the fig it' s the Blues Child dig | |
| Want some of my soda? | |
| Fine they be mega, sexy they be ultra | |
| But don' t enroll in pageants to get judged by the chauva' s | |
| Crazy fly whips, baggy jeans and sneakers | |
| Silver hoops and Jeeps, hiphop in the speakers | |
| The gag rule is bunk, it' s like chains on the rump | |
| We help to liberate through this buttshaking funk | |
| Nikki Giovanni and Maya Flamm | |
| With peoms so I tried for the units cause damn | |
| all together | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| The units I know are the swoonest | |
| The what? | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| Voulezvous coucher avec moi? | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| I love it when I speak it so boomin' | |
| Yeah! | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| Getcha getcha ya ya mamma | |
| Butterfly | |
| To the gals I am hip | |
| The funky naturals is the ones, are you hip? | |
| If you dis a sis' then you ain' t actin' hip | |
| Check Doodle, Silk and Butter ' cause we be black and hip | |
| Silky like jazz silky beats to move the hip | |
| The chocolate and the braids and the eyes be so hip | |
| That insects for the units gettin' live gettin' hip | |
| I think you need a quota! | |
| The gardens known as cities sprout ferns and tulips | |
| A sexy " hi" followed by requests to do it | |
| When funky duds is drapin' off the curves of a vixen | |
| And fig leaf sugars start to sprout elix ' em | |
| And roll with the lines, damn they be fine | |
| Ask T from the deep, we heard it through the vine | |
| I keep cans of bait for the fishes in aquariums | |
| Boosting me with verve like marine boys aquagum | |
| all together | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| The units I know are the swoonest | |
| The what? | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| I love ' em so I speak it so boomin' | |
| Yeah! | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| Swoon units | |
| What? | |
| Run and tell your mom about this | |
| Doodlebug | |
| The original swarm whether cold whether warm | |
| I, the Doodlebug Knowledge every form | |
| It' s a beautiful day by the park take a seat | |
| As bosoms float by keepin' Doodlebug in heat | |
| Chocolate treats, silky bronze skin | |
| Butter sees what I see and gives me a grin | |
| All is good in the land of the honeydip lovelies | |
| Don' t wanna be ' em just to see ' em | |
| Ow! | |
| Swoon unit | |
| Oh that' s what' s happenin' y' all | |
| Yeah that' s what' s happenin' | |
| Oh I see what' s happenin' now, yeah | |
| I see what' s happenin' now Butterfly, yeah... |