Lyrics:
see your face)
You wanna touch it (You wanna touch it)
Come to my place (Come to my place)
And let's discuss it (Let's chop it up)
Tonight you'll be
get by somehow
It's only love
There must be something else for me, girl (me, girl)
I tell myself that it's not real
There's nothing left for me
back doin my hair braida
Hair braider, huh I'm doin my hair braider
And she do my hair so good that I gotta tip her
The way she strip for me I gotta
Oh, why is it I spend the day
Wake up and end the day thinking of you?
Oh, why does it do this to me?
Is it such bliss to be thinking of you?
tip toein'
Got ya left cheek shown, mama
Tip (huh)
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can't take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet
Hold
advance
I drink it (I think it) I see it (I be it)
I love Brass Monkey but I won't give D It
We got the bottle, you got the cup
Come on everybody let's
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
it be now?
Who can it be now?
Is it the man come to take me away?
Why do they follow me?
It's not the future that I can see
It's just my fantasy
B, C, D, E
1, 2, 3, A, B, C
1, 2, 3, A, B, C
1, 2, 3, A, B, C
Because it's murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC
Shawty rock to the beat for yo boy
Shawty (yeah), do it
(Ay, it's Loso in case you ain't know so)
Rock to the beat for your boy (ay, Dream lemme
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Don't wanna be your slave
Don't wanna be your
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
together
Yeah suture get a couple whips, yeah Kunta
Schoolboy, but gangsta was his tutors
Say the money be the root of evil
Look around and see what it do
B, C, D, E
1, 2, 3, A, B, C
1, 2, 3, A, B, C
1, 2, 3, A, B, C
Because it's murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC
The sun shall not smite I by day
Nor the moon by night
And everything that I do
Shall be up-full and right
And if it's all night
It got to be
everybody else is out tonight (out tonight)
Guess I'm hangin' by myself, but I don't mind (I don't mind)
It's a lo, it's a lo, it's a lonely weekend, yeah
Of a dozen roses flippin' down the green hill
You living in a world that come with plan B
'Cause plan A never relay a guarantee
And plan C never could say
freeze and drop when Lil Wheezy cock
And niggas be like Q-Tip 'cause they breath and stop
Believe or not, the ki's ten G's a wat
Until I die apple
It's not unusual to be loved by anyone
It's not unusual to have fun with anyone
But when I see you hanging about with anyone
It's not unusual
me Slick Tip the Ruler
Oh, you did it to me once again my friend
I swear you do it to me everytime
Cause you stay crazy on my mind
Yo you got it
wanna smoke
Underground to the top shelf
And I can do it by my goddamn self
I put some fire on the tip
High when I trip
Still fly on a bitch
I'ma
dust, can't get bust, duckin darts
See they want to shoot the god
Fuck it, they want to hit all of us
[Q-Tip]
Bounce to this, in your Pinto
And lately I often do
Funny, it's not a rose I touch
It's always you
If a breeze, caresses me
It's really you strolling by
If I hear a melody
It's
)
This is how we do it, all hands are in the air
And wave them from here to there
If you're an O.G. Mack or a wanna-be player
You see the hood's been
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