juts in our fate I refuse to get blue so just hand me that thing yo what's happenin' today? Yo we Gotta bring back that feelin' what happened to that feelin
natural,'cause you know that I am No punk,no chump,no fool,no toy Try to get ill and serve you,boy I'm on a hype tip,this ain't no ego trip Just rollin
it's on, on, on Yo, I say what's up? (What's up?) What's up with you? (What's up with you?) You feelin' good (Feelin' good) We feel it too (Uh huh)
this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin' So don't believe e'rythin' you hear Just like a Q-tip, niggaz be all
all stems from. I'm a do my thing over this drum like a native tongue. Verse one Q-Tip: Do what you will, if you feel that your steeze is real
is my risin' up. So you can ask Black Thought if I know my Roots. Shit, before you? uest my Love for this, just know we would play Q-Tip in the Q before
plan makin' mo' money so I had to buy a fly chain Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's MTV with Kurt Lod' With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin' folks Keep
Rip crickets in a wicket, I'm plain wicked Thick in the rig wearing kid lipstick I wreck shit on the next shit Spit it in ya ear, bit like a Q-Tip Big
ve been us. We did an album with no problem. No we working on another with another jungle brother. [me] q-tip, his name, he's into business, not into games So q-tip
Philly, kinda hot, Charli Baltimore, long kiss goodnight I use what I got, neva step below this vivrant thang Get into the swing, do the lil' ding-ding Me and Q-tip
[Mad Child] I make heads nod like a hot-rod with hydraulics A beer drinkin ??? gettin plastered like alcoholics. I smash kids that fraulic or tip-toe
[Verse One: Q-Tip] I wanna be able to reach an mc and reach a little child in the same degree And my elders excel I mean what the hell we might as well
, just check Wit the crew, Pete Rock and CL Smooth very down to earth And we didn't have to curse Yea, yea the Abstract poet Q-tip of a Tribe Called
-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh [Lil Wayne] Uh, now put that pussy on my lip and dip Yeah, let's make a movie, I'ma flip the script Yeah, I wax that ass like Q-Tip
I see maxi curls (Yeah) Players, activator I see maxi curls (Yeah) Remote control alligators I got skill, you're on my tip, now back off Slack off, let
ass niggas is scared of my rhyme Pimp tight, break a bitch quick Futuristic niggas take shit (Chorus 2x) (DJ Quik) P-I-M-P unified MJG and Q gone try
The name is Q-Tip, enterin through the middle from the left, dead all the jokes and the riddles Comin from the maximum gain, the octane that's on the
A stroll in the park or your playground Put on your headphones, tell me how grenades sound Put on your walkmase and go underneath the town Q-Tip abstract
