Lyrics:
(Ricky Rozay AKA Ravioli)
Always keep ya word (always pay him back, Q-Tip, what up?)
(Maybach Music) yo
Livin' like a villain, sippin' Villon out
Yo!
[Q-Tip] Yo Buck, word up
[Buck] Get up in em
[Q-Tip] Yo it's that nigga from the Tribe
[Flex] Mmm, mmmhmm
[Q-Tip] Let these niggaz know whassup
I was sittin' in a truckstop
Watchin' tumbleweeds roll by
Tryin' to read the menu
When the waitress caught my eye
She pulled a pencil from her
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, 'cause they're high in cholesterol
A yo, Phife do you eat em? No, Tip do you eat em?
Uh huh, not at all(again)
I don't
might just want to call the cops
Aye, yo I gotta put some action on paper
Make sure my verse jump up and spread out like the raper
The only tip I got
[Chorus: Q-Tip]
Girl, you gotta move dem thangz, dem thangz
I want to see you move dem thangz, dem thangz
In the hood dawg, you know they move dem
you a tip
You move so sexy, I love the way you wiggle
Your titties bounce around and
Your big booty jiggles
Make the video, it's official
Throw
happenin
I see you noddin your head like it's a Q Tip flick
Yo you haven't heard a word about the floetry shit
Floetcism floetry, uh, it's floetic
Once you
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
masseuses, D-Brown's music
Natural juices, so therapeutic
Lips on my earlobe, softer than a q-tip
Getting kinda stony, actin' kinda stupid
Pretendin' we're
a candy store
I think you got what I want
And by the end of the night when you hot like a light
It'll be cause you and me burned up the floor
And if
by gettin' by
Polish up all your flaws, you can't be fuckin' around
Finally made it to the majors, stealing bases of course
Giving bitches your money,
But surrounded by cowboys
Indigenous but wiped out
Diggin' new ditches
Can you dig it
Turnin' tricks at the tip of politics
The devils slick,
Or 'til the plot thickens, 'cause this is how we do
CaTashtrophe, Mos Def, and the brother man Q!
What's up, Tash? A-yo, Tip can't call it
Chill as Mos
would play Q-Tip in the Q before you knew T.I.P.
And before you knew T.I.P.
I was tippin' strippers properly to Pussy Poppin'.
So, when you ask me
your ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we
and got the heat up out the stash (up out my stash)
I hit him on the low, shawty this is what he said (what he said)
I was gettin' some head
Gettin
up
A brand new cut for the Hammer to burn up
Suckers gettin' mad 'cause over 20 million sold
And now they try to diss 'cause they can't get gold
I was
Sun gettin' heavy and the night is fallin'
Phone ringin' it's a good time callin'
Old truck slicked up shinin' like a rhinestone
Takin' off like
Coolin' in Miami one summer day
Drivin down the streets along the bay
My girls' hair's blowin' in the breeze
Her skin's gettin' tanned 'cause it's
get at me?"
Pull up in your hood, niggas running like a track meet
No more Rollies, I'm just buying more properties
Young niggas watching me, give
but two, I face menage
No hands involved
Mommy would rather give a mouth massage
General, you can call me the sargeant
$745, five percent tip
I know I'm
might just want to call the cops
Aye, yo I gotta put some action on paper
Make sure my verse jump up and spread out like the raper
The only tip I got
best chill
Before you wake up with some gangsters in your grill and get killed
By a nigga named Big Phil, tote a big steel
Give a damn if my record
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