Lyrics:
Boy, we run rap, boy, this is Top Dawg
D-o t, d-a w-g, k-d-o t, c-p t
L-B-C West, W-A T T-S, Jay Rock
He don't play niggas and guards, projects
What you
freaky it was
Everything ya wanted cause I can't be weak yeah, baby, that's it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip I took it to my dj, fresh on wax
The cycle of life is here
To see in all of its fine simplicity
But the way we live it seems to be,
Something very weird to me
And I cry out
For
I put it down for the L-B-C
(I put it down for a place called Queens)
You know I represent the 213
(I hold it down for the big city)
I keep it
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
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
My look is too legit
So, when you purchase it
Be sure to thank this chick
For all the attention you get
Not by coincidence
Glitter lips & tips
I love
a little almond joy
On the side
Just doin' the fly"
You like pound cake?
Comin' to my house
Turn on the lights
And see me on the couch.
I said, "Do
shock some person
Let people passing by, see us no blinds, no curtains
No, no worries I don’t mind
Cause it’s you, you under me
And anything at all we do
it for the kid with the dream
Rappin' in the mirror in his room as a teen
Hopin' that he'd be seen by the world, and he would be (would be)
Yeah,
bitch I’m no weak ‘cause I’m in it, I’m off it I’m killing it
Niggas out here yeah they feelin it
Yeah, I got Rasco he see me do it
Yeah, I got Trill he
Now let's sing the chorus
If you like what you see
Then you have to let me know
Put your hand pon it
And then we dip it low
Tip pon toe
Now it's
everything you wanted cause I can't be weak
Yeah baby that's it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip
I took it to my DJ fresh on wax
Put it
the Q-Tip, you know I get down
Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound
It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
Let me flaunt the style, I think that the time's near
That we drop Scuds, there won't be no duds here
Rappers play the dumb, kinda on the space tip
don't make me have to do ya
Boo-ya, you see what Lunatics'll do to ya
Tip-??? pursuer, get 'er in a room and do 'er
First cat out the Lou that you knew
jockin, now nobody's dissin
Written and produced by the new rap duo
Yes EPMD, now I'm known in school
I see the backstabbers, and the elderly creature
you through it
I done a lot of dirt I don't wanna see you do it
Just let me handle it if they try to get ya
I cross the line for my fam I hop Allah
us warm
One against the other we curl up like two sparows in a nest
It's wonderful to see passing by like a painted scenery
In front of our eyes
it
I ask the bartender to get some rum and coke and mix it
Feel the cup all the way up and throw that little lemon twist in
Throw my tip in, and get
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
on the side
just doin' the fly"
You like poundcake?
Comin' to my house
turn on the lights
and see me on the couch.
I said, "Do the jingle
and your from around
(Say it now)
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell me, mirror, what is wrong?
Can it be my De La Clothes
Or is it just my De La Soul?
What I do
(Say it now)
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell me, mirror, what is wrong?
Can it be my De La Clothes
Or is it just my De La Soul?
What I do
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