Lyrics:
X, and Alamo
Want to say peace to my physicals, Tony D
And Lil' Terrance
I want to say peace to my good brother Q-Tip
From A Tribe Called Quest, De
to the tip top in this here hip-hop
My style varies and my vocal carries
To El Segundo where I seen Q-Tip
Sipping on Colada wit his honey dip
So. c'mon
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
the effervesce
Come along and be my guest
Yo, 'cause Jungle Brothers in the House
And De La's in the house
And Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest
Ya, ya, ya,
It's Q-Tip in this bitch and I'm just in here reflectin'
Head on collisions with memories in the intersection
Lookin' in my rearview, wishin' I could
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
Q-Q-Tip-Tip
From a Tribe-Tribe Called Quest-Quest-Quest
You're listening to the Doo Doo Man on WRMS-S-S-S and I'm out
Yo, my name is MC No Shame
And when
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
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
don
Shung when I'm forming like voultron of young Raekwon
Mix in a bit of KRS-One and Q-tip
Rock him some of that ice cube, now who's this
No one
don
Shung when I'm forming like voultron of young Raekwon
Mix in a bit of KRS-One and Q-tip
Rock him some of that ice cube, now who's this
No one
'bout to make you set speed
Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed
Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed
Body blow bustin' your shit making you
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,
were tight like the Q-Tip in the fight
Now is you insane is your brain intact
We be official when it comes to this no B.S. rap
Here comes the lyrical,
were tight like the Q-Tip in the fight
Now is you insane is your brain intact
We be official when it comes to this no B.S. rap
Here comes
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,
like a q-tip, niggaz be all in ya ear, 365 days of the year
Shit I done heard it all throughout my career (what they say?)
[Chorus]
I heard she mad
Gangsta Codes
Don Juan Follow Gangsta Codes
Kid Villian Follow Gangsta Codes
D-Lyrical Follow Gangsta Codes
Q-Tip Follow Gangsta Codes
Juan Follow Gangsta
Violent J the path maker to an underground society
D-Lyrical knowledge wizdomeer
Q-Tip and Kid Villian soldiers of the forbidden waste land
Lay Low keeper
boys hold and shook the rope to cope
Ghetto Style are you worth his while
He'll smileing and fieling put the boys in a pile
Q-Tip legit shit you confetti
your car and ended up fucking your whore
Q-Tip look through your window on a Monday night
Took your couch big jar everything in site
Sold them all for
ain't going
You a hoe thot and I know this
Beatin' the pot with the elbow
Skrt out the lane with the new whip
Diamonds in the ear like a Q-tip
Bitch
you’re staring at a Tim and Eric DVD?
Can’t get enough
Crime Mob shit: knuck if you buck
Celibate girls do stuff in the butt
Get it out with a Q Tip
stuff in the butt
Get it out with a Q-tip or some Müeslix
I’m a eunuch just ‘cause I can’t give a fuck
Kiss her on the neck while she’s buttonin’ up
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