Lyrics:
felling fear (fear)
The sound is playing like a Q-tip digging your ear (ear)
Mama Zula stands for positivity, knowledge, and grace
I never run my piece
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P
The kids were in gym as I went for a swim
I rocked her so good until she wanted it again
That was jet-set, so soft and wet
Now Kisha's on my tip, and that
felling fear (fear)
The sound is playing like a Q-tip digging your ear (ear)
Mama Zula stands for positivity, knowledge, and grace
I never run my piece
clocked him
John Forte will keep you locked in
[Q-Tip]
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with
All my people in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, I say
We don't stop, the body rock
All my people in queens and the land in between say we
Don't
flow all over the place, .44 in the waist
I'm so-so innovative, po-po went away, I roll over 'em and make bacon
And call 'em a pig, won't you hop up
while trying to hold it together
I tip toe in Paris
(Love Supreme Poem by M.L.T)
I'm done tip toeing in Paris
Im done trying to dodge you.
motherfucker that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you wanna
in the mix, mystic girl from Triple Six
Late night tip is all we have, you just came, so trick, that's it
I'm not the type to get involved in long
in the mix, mystic girl from Triple Six
Late night tip is all we have, you just came, so trick, that's it
I'm not the type to get involved in long
Yo, from Y.O. to Q.B., they bang this shit
Shaolin' boys, they bang them fifths
Thug niggas know the code, lock and load
Hit 'em in the head, watch
I need is q-tips, condoms, and weed
All I need is q-tips, condoms, and weed
All I need is q-tips, condoms, and weed
All I need is q-tips, condoms,
heartbreakin'
(My nigga Two4 the GOAT
These other niggas basic)
I know it's up to me to decide, ayy
All alone, you couldn't stay by my side
I'd be lyin' if I
the judgment
You don't fit in when you walk out in public
Ignore all the hate and the pointing you out
Just roll up a page put it to your mouth
Grinding gr
So B- L- A to the Q Man, y'all clone like and un-human,
I spit that raw no drooling', blow big stoge's no Cubans,
G -O to the V I move plans,
tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up
Diss what? Millionaire
in my soul (yeah, what)
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads to tips of our toes
We're untouchable
Everyday the sun'll shine
Took
into the body bag
Maybe me and my niggas gonna stand by and look at all you fart niggas tryna rap
Understand that the hustle is so deep and it’s deep in
waste time on the mic?
A Tribe Called Quest consists of four members
Phife Dawg, Ali Shaheed Muhammad
Q-Tip, and Jarobi
A E I O U and sometimes Y
tried to look the other way
The day you passed me by
I saw you holding Q Tip's hand
And girl damn near died
They way you hold that cosmo
Just fits
tried to look the other way
The day you passed me by
I saw you holding Q Tip's hand
And girl **** near died
They way you hold that cosmo
Just fits
Tossing periods in front of false reps?
It's not the 187 when the 360 slept
You swallow the cake from the plate of elevate
Or you might get sparked by
clubbed with some Dirty South thugs
Go all out thugs, go in your house thugs
Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
36 South stuck, stay on route thugs
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