Lyrics:
and hundreds
Stupid dumb bitch, now you look funny
Bitch, my hollow tips eat up your stomach Me and my niggas been ready steady dumpin
Shoot at they feet's so
judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song
I'll tip my hat to the new Constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile
speed
Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed
Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed
Body blows busting your shit making you bleed
Just feed off
speed
Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed
Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed
Body blows busting your shit making you bleed
Just feed off
ain't no other
Trini-born black like Nia Long's grandmother
Tip and Sha they all that, Phife-Dawg ditto
Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be
judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song
I'll tip my hat to the new Constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile
You can never idol someone that was made by god
Drink up for summer
Drink up for winter
Ask Santa for tequila when its December
Ride for my niggas
be feeling
Two flare guns and a life coat I might go
Dumbfounded by this world what do I know
I was put behind the wheel with a blindfold
The world
alone up in the cold
Type Q-pid coming for me
I'm sick of you and your traits on
I don't want you to be my bae no more
Ayy bae, let's kick it
We could go
occurrence like eight pm news
Yeah you heard of this
I turn the venue upside down like I'm D-Q
Cold as a blizzard my ice is on see through
You could take tips
This Nigga Q don't really listen to shit
Uh
Yeah
It's Q-Man
Look, I hate sleeping alone
Keep the Nina right beside me
Missing the body warmth, but
bitch, we pull up with sticks
I'm running this shit, they do as I wish
Three by three, we up in this bitch
We loadin' the choppas, we're running the digits
this boy's got moves that I've never seen before
cnd boy this boy's got moves, I could never dream for more
cnd as he took me by the arm
His eyes came
hit the fuckin stage like a battering ram
I make myself known so you know who I am
I'm always maken moves, I never hesitate
You hesitate you die, it's
nuts trying to get with me
I'm sorta on the psychotic tip
Dissin' like a acrobatic, I'll flip
'Cause I'm the Q-U-double-E-N of rappin'
Funky force
[CHORUS]
Gotta hold on to this feelin'
Gotta let you body move
Gotta keep the music jumpin'
Everybody get loose
[REPEAT ]
Face
lil' mama what it do?
Yeah nigga I'm burnt, lil' mama what it do?
Shorty you burnt, lil' mama what it do?
If a nigga make a move, lil' mama comin'
to Dodger
Laverne to Shirley, Rerun to Roger
Ren to the Stimpy, Laurel to Hardy
Q-Tip and Phife, they mashed up the party
Kick the rhymes and more rhymes
when I tell you what the truth is
People say they love me until I tell them to prove it
I'm hearin' dirt on my name, I'm cleanin' my ears with a Q-tip
Shit, can't let nobody play me like it's useless
Before I do that there
I'll paint my whole fucking crib with a Q-tip
Back on my shit, never slowing up
even fill my body tip my bottle up, bottle up, bottle up
Clock tickin' like my times up
I guarantee we die before we find love
Run away from all my
Hadda hadda hadda wait a minute
She was jumpin on my tip told the bit wait a minute
You can catch a fade nigga
Niggas so soft boy he pussy man look
Yeah, I like it, when she bite
Grip it fast (grip it fast)
I don't pass, tip a hundred
On her ass (on her ass)
Take a hundred, spend a hundred
Throw it
of the wrong chords
You want war? Pull up like a garage door
You claiming to be fresh man, I think that you soft more
By june you're gettin roasted, I've seen
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