Lyrics:
want these blue strips, aye
I'm in her ear some like a q-tip
She love the new drip, shorty love the new drip
& she gone ride because she love the way I
I'm in the streets
I got a 40 tucked right by my waist
Designer keep that shit they held up all day
I'll catch a case I'll do the race
Hallow tips be
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until it's over and that's all she wrote
TIP told me on this ho tip, best tip I could give you to hip you
Is
And watch the shore by the rising tide now the whole world can see me
When they get foul that's when my style gets wild
I hang a man in front of a crowd
Steady Crew
Check your Chinese calendar, it's the year of the Q
Calm, down, my pace so you can
Hop all over lyrical roller coaster ride
As I, once,
Strokes
I made a lotta money that got stolen by my folks!
Now I'm broke and I'm the butt of everyone's jokes
But I'm here the superintendent! On Avenue Q
lie in some shit
I'd rather stick a Q-tip up in the eye of my dick
Before I'm labeled as unfaithful and unable to be trusted
Now this friendship isn't
paper isn't clear
I'm not really sure, why you'd diss
They treat my music, like Q-tips
Right when I drop they're jammin' it in their ear
So keep your
the ending will be blue
Listening to my friends all goes up in smoke
When I'm making love to you
No one knows how you do your thing.
I'm a puppet
like I am a Wii man
I leave after she take the semen
Kick the door and then I put my feet in
We quiet tho
We tip toeing
We take your shit
And I promise
gotta breathe it in
When you're walking through the roses
But chase the one that you're meant to be
Most of all, just love all the people see
That's tip's
to pull a ace you'll get a punch in the face
All eyes are on my posse when we walk in the place
Not the Cunningham family from happy days
Not the boys
muted
I'm up in they ears like a fucking Q-tip
Shawty hit my line, and she give me cute tips
I don't need advice, but it's good amusement
I got hits like
Locked inside this damn aquarium
Surrounded by pads ultimate Tepidarium
I can see you staring through the glass
Crack a smile send a wink and tip my
And you say
I been walking like a dead man
I don't believe what I see in my hands
Blood lust
Better stay as far as you can
By any means I'll achieve
And by and by
You can reach me down in Dallas
A general delivery
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q.
Divorce me C.O.D.
There's gonna come a day,
[Chorus: Q-Tip]
Girl, you gotta move dem thangz, dem thangz
I wanna see you move dem thangz, dem thangz
In the hood dawg, you know they move dem
I can't trust a soul
I put all my trust in a locker
They choosing a bag instead of real love
It's looking like I need a doctor
And all of that front,
to be famous
Naughty by nature
Stay on Q-tips
In this tribe called quest
Ducking dese hatas in CR vests
I cannot stop and you know that shit
Catch me
And I'm sorry that I can never measure up
Your love is a game played by fools
But I never played by the rules
You can lie to me not to you
Are we not all
sweet lips
Your hips is where the sun at
We wrote the night A Tribe Called Quest
Q-tips in your ear Midnight Marauder for Auset
Ah yes, your feminine
friends, I don't bet with you homie
You ain't talking 'bout profit, my hands stuck in my wallet
It's all good, my slate clean, don't worry 'bout it, I got it
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,
And by and by
You can reach me down in Dallas
A general delivery
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q.
Divorce me C.O.D.
There's gonna come a day,
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