Lyrics:
I'm the snake, yeah yeah pyrexTurnMeUp
Hood baby it's crazy but it's true
I'm at the tip top (Tip top)
Keep a big Glock (Big Glock)
Throw the round
Yeah yeah
Word up (Yeah son)
Yeah yo how this goin down nine-six
How we livin son (exoticness)
Nine-six exoticness (representin)
Know what I
that's tryin' to ride
You were waitin' on the raw to come off the oil
You wanna get the bitches up off the wall
Just to see you smile and enjoy
Olvidate de eso, me aborrece el proceso
Mejor q me maten, yo no vuelvo a estar preso
Porque no dejan q yo haga un par de pesos?
Dicen q lo mio es
baked
Take me out the oven
I'm fly
So while y'all buggin'?
Cause I'm gettin' money by the Brinks truck
Pinky finger ice skating rink'd up with
And I conquered at a million miles per hour
I'm killing 'em softly with these words
Haven't ya heard fuck up your face like a sketch made by Squidward
Ay
and serve you, boy
I'm on a hype tip, this ain't no ego trip
Just rollin' thick as hell, champagne I sip as well
Listen and you'll envision, this rap's
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
best chill
Before you wake up with some gangsters in your grill and get killed
By a nigga named Big Phil, tote a big steel
Give a damn if my record
the same old two step
While Omegas doin' the same old Q step
I had my money on my mind
I was thinkin' green
She a pledge, AKA, she was pink and green
I want
started buggin, we used to cool at the mall
But on the S.T., the Sneak Tip, they prayed for my downfall
I used to cruise by in my rock and always hear them
out in Cali, P and Game straight blow that bitch up
We out in New York, P and Game we blow that bitch up
You can't stop us, we gettin' this money it's
in the chair
Doin' pumps like it's all good and dandy
Still gettin' gobbled up by Candy in the Banshee
'Member when Ricky sent his mans to come
in the chair
Doin' pumps like it's all good and dandy
Still gettin' gobbled up by Candy in the Banshee
'Member when Ricky sent his mans to come
harsh n da strong bits
Dont think you ain't gettin targeted
Because dem man are all getting rassed widda long tip
You can run road go telling them
do you a snitch why you fuckin tell
Made some mils up out the Q who the motha fuck is you
I stay posted up gettin gassed up in the stu
Pussy boy want
and Schoolboy Q, we tote 'em
(Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours
N****s got them choppers and they knocking at your door
Sirens gettin' loud when the bodies hit
and Schoolboy Q, we tote 'em
(Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours
Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door
Sirens gettin' loud when the bodies hit
a thottie and she lick
I give very big tips
Call me mr steal yo bitch
You be wonderin how i just did, how i did, did
Come up and fuckin steal yo bitch
No need
take this town
Suckers gettin' mad, swift kick, broke rib
Serve it in a dish, name it up, rib-tip
Metal in the front, big stomp, crush neck
Punks on tip
the time by flippin all these Q's and P's
Quarter Pounds to the half, Aye
This ain't no Q and A so hold ya questions please
This ain't no Q and A so hold yo
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 Heed and Spike
were waitin' on the raw to come off the oil
You wanna get the bitches up off the wall
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
To keep you in health,
initiate the buddy with a slap
For the next
I'm the Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest
And when I quest for the Buddy I don't fess
For my Jimmy wants
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