La Wally: Ebben?...Ne andrò lontana

Hello boys and girls. welcome to your de la soul readalong storybook!
When you hear this sound… * …that means turn the page.
And now we begin our exciting adventure of… de la soul is dead.
Playground honeys:
— oh my god, vanilla ice…
— he's so fly!
— the boy is so good.
— did you see his body?
— he could dance too.
— he could.
— he's better than any rapper I ever seen!
— and plus his dancers!
— he's so jammin'!
Jeff: yo, what’s up?
Honeys: yo, jeff, where you been, man?
Jeff: guess what I just found, I just found a de la soul tape in the garbage.
Honeys: for real? let’s hear it!
Jeff: no!
Honeys: aww, be like that!
Mista lawnge: what’s up, cocksnot? how ya doing, buddy?
Honeys: cocksnot? you gonna let him call you that? sucker!
Jeff: leave me alone!
Lawnge: what do we have here?
Jeff: nothing!
Lawnge: listen, you little arsenio hall gum having punk!
Honeys: oooh! you let him call you arsenio! oooh!
Lawnge: I want the tape!
Jeff: it’s mine!
Honeys: oh, he played you! jeff’s getting played! jeff! jeff! bodyslam him,
jeff!
Lawnge: now! I’ve got the new de la soul tape! hey dicksnot, buttcrust,
get over here!
D.j. aub: what’s up baby?
Mase: coolin'!
Lawnge: I just got this de la soul tape, man, slamming. where’s the box?
the box!
Mase: so, yo, let’s get with the shilsnihilsnobilsno!
Aub: I got the bidox, let’s do this like brutus!
…28. for those who have all four answers correct, you will recieve
A specially selected grand prize. thanks, and goodnight, for three feet
High and rising, this is don newkirk.