Lyrics:
they talk fun but all in vain
Gaping at the dapper men with derby hats and canes
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
I've got to dive in
Before this fear pulls me under under
And If I hold out hold back too long
You may be gone, you might move on
Im not gonna tip toe
judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile
we do it, all all all night y'all
Verse 2: Q-Tip
Word up,
It's The Love Movement, it's all love
cause we make ma-fuckas be fond of us,(us us)
We
bust in early May
Orders from the D.A.
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try "No Doz"
Better stay away from those
In Q-Tip's basement, I first met JD
I still remember the first beat he played me
He came to the Chi late three that was crazy
Didn't even know me
Then says the judge, says he
"Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you
Across the stormy sea
But take a tip before you ship
To join the iron gang
when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope
Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap
Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo
that)
Then my heart just won't let me be right
Cause I'm drowned in you and I won't pull through
Without you by my side
I'd give my all (my all)
To have
You know this language that we speak,
Is part German, Latin and part Greek
Celtic and Arabic all in a heap,
Well amended by the people in
on the Q-T
(So what's your name boy?) C'mon E, you know it's M.D
Now while I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the bodies that's left and
A pile behind the stage,
and wonder why
On the tip of your tongue
Are all the words you never say
Don't let another day go by
Don't let another day go by
Shadows gather in
dead
Straight from high street, raised by the o.g.'s
Never slanged keys, but quick to drop them be's
Put 'em in the trunk and that ain't no front
'Cause
I need is q-tips, condoms, and weed
All I need is q-tips, condoms, and weed
All I need is q-tips, condoms, and weed
All I need is q-tips, condoms,
ain't no other
Trini-born black like Nia Long's grandmother
Tip and Sha they all that, Phife-Dawg ditto
Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be
in a trance,
And when we have a High School Hop
You ought to see that idiot rock,
And he's finally proved
That you don't need a high I.Q.
To make
tastes def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass
at and T.I.P. be trillin' at
Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G
All through the A.T.L., come and ride wit' a G
[T.I.]
See me ridin' through Atlanta in
feel
Cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel
[Q-Tip]
A tree is growing
Can't you see what I see? A white blue fruit to boot
We count
Tryin' to mock the way they talk fun but all in vain,
Gaping at the dapper men with derby hats and canes.
Tryin' to mock the way they talk fun but all in vain,
Gaping at the dapper men with derby hats and canes.
feelin' you), yo
All my people in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, I say
(We don't stop the body rock)
All my people in Queens, and the land in
down to creating time
You don't always have to make it right
We'll all drive by in our hybrid lives
Chances are we'll make it back
I was doing time
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
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