Lyrics:
catch me ridin' with my nina, bruh
She got an apple bottom that remind you of Bonita, bruh
Oh you mean like Q-Tip? Now that girl my new bitch
Excuse
candles, let me get a look at your handles (ooh-wee)
You got a body like a sex scandal
So, I puts the cotton ball in the Q-Tip patch
Turn around and let
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Yo, Rob yo, Rob G, what' up? It's your man
Tip q Tip, boy yeah yo, Rob, dude
Y'all should play some Dilla
Joints like
to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil' vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better move quick
And start
the one that bust it open out in Waikiki
Pull up in the Ghost, I'm creepy
They don't want beef, we proved it
Niggas better keep it on wax like a Q-tip
Quest, shit was nice dog
Gucci was Q-Tip, I was Phife Dawg
On the world tours with all the wrong whores
Had the right ideas, and all the wrong stores
don't it?
Hey, I want to let yall know
Hey, hey
I want to let yall know
This Yeezy
And you listening to Q-Tip
Set them up, stiletto up, saddle up
(q-tip)]
So what's the deal are you gay or poppin' pills?
Why you still wanna take my hand?
This discotech is 'bout to make me a wreck
My feet are
totin'
I'm from murder murder Marcyville
If y'all look in the mirror
Do y'all see real?
We see through your facade
Y'all soft like Q-tip cotton
Y'all dudes
from my Rock Box
Hey you, better Come Clean like Jeru
Before I take phase two and do another pay-per-view
To your crew, I give a boom bip to Q-tip
kept, never quack
On the Q-Tip I quote, I throw lines like a quarterback
A monster, murder motherfucks like Manson
A madman who mutilize men with 9-M-M
from my Rock Box
Hey you, better Come Clean like Jeru
Before I take phase two and do another pay-per-view
To your crew, I give a boom bip to Q-tip
and go underneath the town
Q-Tip abstract how I gets down
All my bitches, dance if you know that you dam sure
Let your drip on the dance floor if you
the album called The
Infamous, it'll be out there
Around March sometime
We did all the production basically
With the help of Q Tip
So, what's next? I know
tendency
I am Plug One
I'm nineteen years young
I love peace
Well, at least
I think we need some
I'm Q-Tip, y'all
3 Feet produced by Prince Paul
the tone of beats and poems
Polo's headphones becomes a skull and crossbones
Pull out your Q tips clean out the earwax
If you're still hard of hearing,
we all pick our boogers sometime every day
Whether out in the open or on the sneak tip
With a finger, tissue, or even a Q-Tip
Take it from the Biz
my person
By stating I'm darkly packed
I know this, so, I point at Q-Tip
And he states, "Black is Black"
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shovel
my person
By stating I'm darkly packed
I know this, so, I point at Q-Tip
And he states, "Black is Black"
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shovel
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
of Q-Tip
So, what's next? I know you guys got the video dropping, you got the album dropping, anything else gon' be happening? You guys producing other
[Chorus: Marsha (Q-Tip)]
Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more, go, get you some
(Mansion, lots, planes, Phantoms, bitch you better)
Go,
takin' a beatin'
You're sure to see the Pink Panther speakin'
[Q-Tip]
I'm a native New Yorker, I pitch a lot of porker
When I get my ride, I be
your girlfriend
[Verse 1: bo q]
Here there q-tip? ha whats the deal?
Had to let you know how I feel,
Had a bunch of girls, but I'ma keep it real,
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