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Dawg I got a vault
And you got my name in your mouth by the gulp
I withstand all that, give me
My check and respect, i demand all that
Before I (pop
Well I help myself
Help myself to what I want.
Side by side
Get stupid in the dark.
Didn't get home
Things broke down
No sense
Not at all
out.
My big hands
Keep my big hand to myself.
Tip toe too
Tip toe around the house
Come, Come on in
It's not, it's not like that
Down, down we
gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Dear hater, a playa is definitely in your radar
My bitch goes to work, she fucks me on her
Streets are on fire tonight
Disease, the virus is spreading in all directions
No safe zone no cure and no protection
No symptoms define the signs
In time my brother, In time
Everybody thinks Q-Tip is odd
'Cause holy, holy Q-Tip speaks of God
The changes of time arranges a rhyme
Rhymers (?)
on the marble
(Hey) smack them stars in the Wraith
Put 'em all in your face
Hundred bands for the bond when
My dawg caught his case
Wipe my hand by my head,
by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what you
dick
Princess cuts all in my wrist
Hundred rounds all in my hip
Two hunnid grand all in my whip
Got ya bitch tip-toein' on my marble floors
Red
of my private stock and
Riding in the relax
Frame of mind and
Hammer timing
Incredible.
So edible
And unforgettable.
Soft like a Q-Tip
I'd love
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
man Q-Tip in the house
Cee-lo you know he's in the house
My man John Legend's in the house
Talib Kwali will work it out
My man Apl.De is in
In the name of love she came
This foolish winsome girl
She was all decked out like a rainbow trout
Swimmin' up stream in the world
And she said
Q-Tip is my title, I don't think that it's vital
For me to be your idol, but dig this recital
If you can't envision a brother who ain't dissing
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
was eatin' all but the tip
And by the stroke of midnight
She wanted some more (more)
Showin' dirty movies
Like some kind of whore
But she was
Q-Tip is my title, I don't think that it's vital
For me to be your idol, but dig this recital
If you can't envision a brother who ain't dissing
boo'd up (up)
Take it slow, baby, we in no rush
Hennessy or Don Q? That's a very hard choice
For the diamonds on my pinky, need a gang of cool points
man Q-Tip in the house
Cee-lo you know he's in the house
My man John Legend's in the house
Talib Kwali will work it out
My man Apl.De is in
dick
Princess cuts all in my wrist
Hundred rounds all in my hip
200 grand all in my whip
[Chorus]
Wet work, got the kitchen stanking
We call
by
On the tips from the rich kids, there on daddy's dime
But when I saw her walk in one night
I knew that I would be all right in
Telluride,
[Q-Tip]
Just feelin' things out for real, ya know?
Just want to do me for real, ya know?
No reason to make it complicated, you feelin'
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
into a tiger
I saw a man hang from a cliff by the tips of his toes
in the jungles of the Amazon
I saw a man put a red hot needle through his eye
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