Lyrics:
this bitch (In this bitch)
The only bitch gettin' tips in this bitch (In this bitch)
By the end of the night I'ma make her my bitch (My bitch)
Strip club
cottage cheese
Fuck the smooth shit, I get down wit the boom bip
Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick
But tonight's the night what I
Check this out, Cool DJ Red Alert
With my man, Q-Tip
In the morning, woke up from sexual pleasures
Looked at her sexual partner
Who acquainted
might just want to call the cops
Aye, yo I gotta put some action on paper
Make sure my verse jump up and spread out like the raper
The only tip I got
like it's a Q-tip flip
Yo', you haven't heard the word about the floetry shit
Floecism, floetry, uh, it's floetic
Once you have heard it, you'll
Uh uh uh uh uh get up
Uh uh for real uh uh
Come on
Ummah, Ummah, Ummah, Ummah
[Q-Tip]
A hard time if your motion is still
Let me move some things
That’s how I move, aye
She said she wanna rock with me cause she know how I move, aye
I’ve been gettin’ money multiply it by the twos, aye
I’ve been
That's how I move, aye
She said she wanna rock with me cause she know how I move, aye
I've been gettin' money multiply it by the twos, aye
I've been
might just want to call the cops
Aye, yo I gotta put some action on paper
Make sure my verse jump up and spread out like the raper
The only tip I got
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
Take a defeat
But I don't lose
Mo
Taking up up shots with no ammo
I know I've been missing just came back again by myself and I'm feeling like Rambo
up
A brand new cut for the Hammer to burn up
Suckers gettin' mad 'cause over 20 million sold
And now they try to diss 'cause they can't get gold
I was
again
YES WE ALIVE
I'll call Busta Rhyme to check Bonita
Q-Tip and tribe so please step aside
This is 93 bars and running I'm gunning
No talk white
skinny like a Q-tip
But I stay wit bitches like Janet Jackson
Like cutie you bitchin?
I've got a bad mami
Hatin ass niggas
I've got a black tommy
Cook yo
might just want to call the cops
Aye, yo I gotta put some action on paper
Make sure my verse jump up and spread out like the raper
The only tip I got
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
try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook
Want some of me? You're on a mission
Bad move, you end up missin
Let's get it straight for the '89 tip
both was supposed to change the game
By gettin' another relationship, you know it's trials and tribulations
Fuck what they say 'cause you my baby
Just
damn
What happened to Virgil?
Long live Goon, let me pour up this purple
Promethazine so I look like a turtle
The Glock talk, I just let it get verbal
everything that you have tried
And I've been accepted where you've been denied
I'm the M-A-R, the Q-U-I-S
Here to run down a rhyme at your request
I'm
like q tip or speaker
Runnin so much that i scuffed my sneaker
You drink to feel good and I spit my ether
I lost my pops
I seen a butterfly while kickin
sons, step back, let the TEC lift
Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up
Spark the lye, Q.B.C., yo, it's do or die
In this business
overcome by your cuteness
If you'd like to
Play the flute
I'd love to
See your acuteness
I'll clean you out
Like I'm a q tip
Eatin' outta the tulips
Like
[Q-Tip]
I got the Busta bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
Busta:We got Kamaal
Complete, we make the shit wild hot
[Q-Tip]
I got the Busta
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