Lyrics:
We play
With gold plated grenades
We play
With gold plated grenades
I'm all up in your ears like a Q tip
I don't mean a q tip I'm mean I'm like
a trap bitch, she got bout four golds
She sell the gas by the Q-P and she cook dough
I got a corporate bitch, she make bout six figures
And she a white
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
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
or fuck with the truth
Re-educate yourself, enroll in KQU
That's King Q Tip University
Where I teach you how to be the best H.O.E.
You can keep fucking
You want to see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip
Well, keep lookin', because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin'
Like a big ol' pot
You want to see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip
Well, keep lookin', because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin'
Like a big ol' pot
with bitches like a cruise ship
Bullets through side of his head like a Q Tip
Do a drive-by in your hoe whip
But I could never ever fuck a broke bitch
AK
[Lil' Kim]
I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M
And not be -I-G, R.I.P. ba-by
I, rep BK and the, N.Y.C.
Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D
And, since
[Lil' Kim]
I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M
And not be -I-G, R.I.P. ba-by
I, rep BK and the, N.Y.C.
Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D
And, since
I put the Q in crazy, it got me feeling like juice
I can record everyday but then I would just be diluting the music
I can go run up some money
I swear
Ion know no one who do this
From my ears to my hands like q tip
I’m the greatest since q tip
I can rap in native tongues to prove it
I
by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what you
by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what you
motherfuckin' boy, Mr. Q-Tip
Loc back in the booth, sippin' goose and juice
And this time, bitch, I'm goin' for broke, still slangin' caine
Bagging weed, will
freeze and drop when Lil Wheezy cock
And niggas be like Q-Tip 'cause they breath and stop
Believe or not, the ki's ten G's a wat
Until I die apple
him by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what
can you try to stop me
Also yo, your brothers tried to pop me
On the sneak tip, without me knowin
So I keep goin, and my rhymes keep flowin
On and on,
Moving past a Q all the way to the peanut
She stunting on ya crew like a double D cup
Running out food a nigga gotta re up
Way before the gear out
Reporter:
Police search for clues on the Q 111
Bus where two people were shot, one fatally
Witness 1:
You heard like a few shots ring out and uh
You
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
of my private stock and
Riding in the relax
Frame of mind and
Hammer timing
Incredible.
So edible
And unforgettable.
Soft like a Q-Tip
I'd love
can't do nothing for you on that tip girl (I don't wanna eat it)
So you can keep that salmon sandwhich to yo' self (don't wanna eat it)
Well I kick it
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,
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