Lyrics:
the evils
It's your brain against my mind, for those about to boot out
All you nasty critters even though you see I bug out
Buggin' out, buggin' out
through, okay
Stank to the Nasty's got another hit on his hands
No mob ties
Feel that rhythm, get a little lit, now who is tryna dance?
Pop, lock, drop,
the party bumpin
Bad ass bitches and liquor
Shaking this ass like we dancin for tips bounce like a stripper, aye yeah
He like how I ride the beat similar
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
strong like I'm Neutron rules of the night so
I know one thing for certain two things just for sure
Got things ma I'm working I'm clean by the door
Set
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
a trip or get missing
I'm just tryna stick the tip in
I got no room for no Thotiana (I got no room yea)
I got no room for no Thotiana (I got no room yea)
dear, no pets eat his own homework
Pet cruise cobble step shoes
That are bone bugs
Holmes, sick to the fishbone comb
My yellow brick shtick ain't tip toe
Yeah
Ye, Jay
Nô pode sei dali, ba p'um lugar ka tem mas ninguem
Ye
Sbo kiser, nô pode faze cosa k'nunca bo faze
Yaya
Tip pob ta bebe Aguardent
Yeah,
and nasty kill for fun, my favorite sport is shooting rats
Had a burner, had to dump, the feds got my phone tapped
Smoking blunts to the face, pouring tec out
Ayy, uh
Wait, wait, uh
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Hol' on, hol' on
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Tip toe, hol' on (tip toe)
Hol' on, hol' on,
gonna be sliding by
but hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high
cause it feels so good
[Chorus]
It feels so good how we kick it in
bring up my name
I don't even wear that shit they wear
I come through Louis, A1, they clean
She fucked him for some to get back
But I'm like, "Shh,"
Ride through city like nip
Q like tip
U like the drip
E Z like zip
Quick quips
Whip like lightning
I don’t frightened
I just ah
Shit
I just eclipse
I
to help you turn that frown into a smile,
I got lyrics to go, like q-tip and malik, jarobi and the boy ali shaheed
who i aspire to be
im rapping like
this work together
Let's set up shop on the block now, takin over yo' tip
Even if we gotta slang dubs
Go to war because I love blood, with a Queen by
shoot the nasty bitch
In the mouth for nothin'
I say Birdman Birdman what's good today
We ain't never let them niggas
Take our food away and we recognize
to the dopeman once more
All those days, had me fiending for a hot meal
Now I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feel
So don't even trip, when I flip, with my
Uh, we got the black elite in the house tonight
Rosewood
I feel like I'm at the NAACP or something right now
Essence Festival
Q-Tip on the beat, too
waste time on the mic?
A Tribe Called Quest consists of four members
Phife Dawg, Ali Shaheed Muhammad
Q-Tip, and Jarobi
A E I O U and sometimes Y
thing, I had to put in my mind
That Glock got to stay by me
And one thing, I had to learn for real, ain't no fucking love in these streets, yeah
Don't run
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer pinky
Burn baby Burn
Roll the dice it's time shit bae
Hope you learnt the basics wait
Suck the tip don't bite it wave
She kiss the tip she nasty ay
She
been broke for to long
Eating hard chips like croutons
Couldn't get by with two jobs...
(My goodness Sire!)
I needed a raise for some days now
Been
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