Lyrics:
hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin' mad
What? Yeah yeah, so!
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream
the zip (goddamn)
Rubberband Man, like TIP (like TIP)
Shawty throw it back and I grab her by the hips (yeah)
Shawty throw it back and I grab by the hips
the Perc'
See I'm on the lows and highs
I don't play with my nose, I'm lyin'
I stay on my Q's and P's
I just be gettin' my B's
I'm bangin' no B's and C's
improvising
(Zebulon, Q.F. Da Funkee P, Mac Maestro)
ooh, huh, wow
(Zebulon)
Yeah improvising, certain naturalizing,
right now here we're socializing
I'm in
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
me a try to kiss me enough? Hun?
Oh, please love meean French, French mean love, everybody love my accent
Why nobody like it? Q-Tip would write
me a try to kiss me enough? Hun?
Oh, please love meean French, French mean love, everybody love my accent
Why nobody like it? Q-Tip would write
To your chest and watch the mic get ripped
Mad Skillz, Extra P, and my brother Q-Tip
Huhuhuhuhuhuh like the Doc Bruce Banner
Hit you with a ray which
to be by me
I represent V-A well, peace to the Cella Dwell
Washing-tons of rappers up, like my first name was Denzel
Who wanna come test and attempt
the hops, bottom out until the top of the top tip hits with grit shit
Then I'ma shift into high gear, my year, every year
Let me hear someone near cheer
Q
(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
by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get
Premier and Guru, this goes out to you
Special Ed and Buckshot, this a shout to you
I don't know if its the end but yo it might be
Big up to Q-Tip, Alicia
Ye ain't big-big whippin'
Ye ain't steady tip-tippin'
No girl gettin', homie
You ain't fresh azimiz
Think ye is (think ye is)
But ya ain't (but ya
I don't eat no ham n' eggs
Cuz they're high in cholesterol
Ay yo, Phife do you eat em?
(No, Tip do you eat em?)
Uh uh, not at all (Again)
I don't eat
representin
Just a good shit, Funk Flex, representin
All of a sudden I thought shit gettin thin
Wu-tang actin up with their group from Shaolin
Erick Sermon
Ay man, to them young niggas, man
Everybody out there that's growin' up, that's kids
Don't try to grow up too fast, man
Enjoy your parents, enjoy
Q.B. Bailsey 40 D
We turn b****es out, take turns in that b**** mouth
Carve n****z up, show n****z what it's all about
It's Us, the best of Queens,
Yes pineapple Sunkiss, baby
Laced up uh huh
Yeah, all these hoes ain't nothin' but hoes
I got a few college bitches
And a couple of pros
I cut 'em
on the Carters
Ain't no slaves in the harbor, we not built for them collars
Ain't no way they could starve us
Gettin that green from the scholars? They tryna harm
Givin' all the niggas dap (Fuck wit' a nigga)
Ain't drinkin' from the tap
Bad bitches in my lap (Got the bitches)
Gettin' money by the stack (Stack
Ye ain't big-big whippin'
Ye ain't steady tip-tippin'
No girl gettin', homie
You ain't fresh azimiz
Think ye is (think ye is)
But ya ain't (but ya
whacked off the gate (whacked)
I mix purple codeine by the eight (codeine)
Wrap the scope, line him up like a tape (line him up)
Back to back,
out classics
We turn bitches out, take turns in that bitch mouth
Carve niggaz up, show niggaz what it's all about
It's Us, the best of Queens, Q
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