Lyrics:
to the kitchen, start the coffee
then dip to the bathroom, begin the triple-s
and wash the previous evening off me
now out the shower, get dry, shove a q-tip in my
Premier and Guru, this goes out to you
Special Ed and Buckshot, this a shout to you
I don't know if its the end but yo it might be
Big up to Q-Tip, Alicia
day
I once knew this bitch by the name of Q-Tip
Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit
Behind closed doors, runnin his mouth like
benched ten Q-Tips, I ran five feet
I did a half-pushup, victory will be sweet!
There's Mr. Sandman, here he comes!
But I believe in myself so I have
we playin'
I talked to Q-Tip 'bout stackin' blue chips, he said-
When I think it's all she wrote, lookin' through my holy quotes
Lookin' for
version
Too many bombs and military incursions
This is our prayer for the ones that been muted
Deaf to our cryin', can't fix it with no Q-Tip
Everybody
deh pon di throne
Me nuh waste time with the music
In yuh ears like any Q-Tip
Used to Facetime with the Blues
'Til reggae bassline mek me lose it
clean as a new Q-tip
A Harley Davidson trike
The hard way to spend right
I gave part of my life just to do this
And gave part of my heart
When Shawty Fatt
on yo, no equal) --> Q-Tip
You know we're number one
Competition is none
[ VERSE 2: Psycho Les ]
The wiggedy-wicked Psycho Les drops it like a lunatic
real
Canibus smell up in my gear,
gimme Q-tips so I can clean my ear,
hear, (what I'm gonna say), what I'm gonna say you just might fear
Leave 'em in
were tight like the Q-Tip in the fight
Now is you insane is your brain intact
We be official when it comes to this no B.S. rap
Here comes
were tight like the Q-Tip in the fight
Now is you insane is your brain intact
We be official when it comes to this no B.S. rap
Here comes the lyrical,
Gimme Q-tips so I can clean my ear,
Hear, (what I'm gonna say), what I'm gonna say you just might fear
Leave 'em in bitch said free this year
Everyone
Askin the doctor, "Have you ever seen this?"
With a long-wired q-tip stuck up your penis
Waitin for the test results to come back from upstairs
While you
Dee
Wu Tang sem RZA, A Tribe sem Q Tip
DJ Mugs, Prince Paul
Dan The Automator, Erick Sermon
DJ Shadow, Madlib
DJ Spook, agradeci
Compositores de
Q-Tip, tocaron pa mí y a si crecí Sucker M.C.'s
Los hombres siguen matándose en la guerra man, los libros siguen amenazando al sistema friend
En mi vive un
príncipe del RAP porque yo vine a ser King,
nuestro clan como Wu Tang, somos un dúo como Mob Deep,
este ritmo suena Fresh como J Dilla con Q Tip,
real como,
discos,
sincretiso con Q-Tip, y doy tributo con mis ritmos.
Atribuyendo sacrificios a este micro,
traduciendo palabras en los logros pa' mi Tribu.
Busco
trips'' de ''Nose Whellie''
Nos fone ''Madlib'', ''Bustha Rhymes com Q.tip''.
Bases no palco um ''Doly guarana'' gelado
Realidade nas palavras mas não vivo
Rap é fóda isso é fato odeio hype
Imagina um som do '' Sombra'' com o ''Q-tip''
Nossa mente é carma
Um dia vira arma
Cacos de vidro são memórias
wierzyć w miraż
Lepiej mieć dystans i z klasą przemijać Smark
Pieprzyć abstrakcję nie jestem Q Tip Kamaal
Czas to pacjent który tylko spierdala
Ale jak
nose for ya
If you my bros, then I got hos for ya
I got what you need, I do the most for ya
Look at myself like Q-Tip
Spark it pull it and blow it and do
Слова: группа Восточный Округ.
Музыка: Q-Tip.
Ах, как давно всё это было, братец.
Время сечёт checkpoint, чуть не открамсало палец.
Как и 10 лет
up and you got loose lips
Can hear me? you need a Q-tip stupid
Like shit, you gotta decide
Are we drinkin' on the beach, are we smokin' inside
Are we
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