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A Boogie wit da Hoodie

Still Think About You

Still Think About You by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

Now I'm saying, "What's good with you?" I remember being in the hood with you I still think about you Fuck all the phony shit Fuck it, I'm stuck on some doly shit Had a knife in my back when I wrote this shit I look back and I laugh when I noticed it I shoot up and lean back on some Kobe shit They don't know how to pass on some Kobe shit Should've listened, my mom always told me this I was only 13 when she told me this Watch who you fuck with And never ever trust a nigga for nothing Even if you feel like you really love her Don't ever tell that bitch that you really love her 'Cause that's when she's gon' make you feel like you nothing And that's when you gon' start to feel like you buggin' I wish I would've never told you wassup And I wish I never even told you pull up Got me saying, "What's good with you?" I remember being in the hood with you Everything was always understood with you Girl I even bust a couple juugs with you I still think about you Girl I still think about you Said you always gon' be there for me Now you gone and you just disappeared on me Can't believe I really thought you cared for me You was s'posed to be the one that's here with me I still think about you Girl I still think about you See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like I hope that I never see you again I don't wanna put up with it I don't wanna fuck with it I'ma just send you this letter whenever I'm done with it I know you gon' read it I called you a bitch at the end, I don't know if I mean it I ain't wanna believe what my niggas was telling me My nigga I shoulda cheated And now I feel stupid I shoulda knew better than this Wasn't the right way to do it I should've been choosing the money instead of a bitch Fuck it cause I'm gettin' to it Just watch how I do it I knew I was ready for this Bitch I'ma focus on music You love how I do it I knew I was ready for this Got me saying, "What's good with you?" I remember being in the hood with you Everything was always understood with you Girl I even bust a couple juugs with you I still think about you Girl I still think about you Said you always gon' be there for me Now you gone and you just disappeared on me Can't believe I really thought you cared for me You was s'posed to be the one that's here with me I still think about you Girl I still think about you But all I can say is you dumb ho, you got me feeling stupid You got me singing all these love songs What the fuck am I doing? I don't know what I'm doing But I'm going up though, I just hope I don’t lose it Bitches pickin' and choosin' But I know what's up tho, I already been through it We coulda been balling together Hit up the mall, it's whatever You know that I started from nothing Them bitches was fed up The way you made all of them jealous You said that you was gon' ride forever and ever You told me forever and ever I shoulda known you was lyin' I shoulda known better You lied I should’ve knew better But still I'm saying, "What's good with you?" I remember being in the hood with you Everything was always understood with you Girl I even bust a couple juugs with you I still think about you Girl I still think about you Said you always gon' be there for me Now you gone and you just disappeared on me Can't believe I really thought you cared for me You was s'posed to be the one that's here with me I still think about you Girl I still think about you Now I'm saying, "What's good with you?" I remember being in the hood with you Everything was always understood with you Even bust a couple juugs with you I still think a– I still think ab– I still think about you yeah I still think about you, you, you, you Had a knife in my back when I wrote this shit I look back and I dab when I noticed it I look back and I dab when I noticed it I look back and I dab when I noticed it I look back and I laughed when I noticed it I still think about you, you, you, you I still think about you, you, you, you (Now I'm saying, "What's good with you?") I still think about you I look back and I dab when I noticed it

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Drowning

Drowning by A Boogie wit da Hoodie (Ft. Kodak Black)

I'm drownin' I'm drownin' I'm drownin' I'm drownin' Wrist so icy, wonder why she like me, bitch I'm drownin' In water, I just bought a Cuban, dipped it in a fountain Everywhere that I go it's a light show, I'm surrounded Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bitch I'm drownin' I just bought a Cuban ring and dipped it in a fountain Chain so heavy I feel like I'm holdin' up a mountain Everywhere that I go it's a light show, I'm surrounded Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bitch I'm drownin' I'm with all my niggas, I don't go nowhere without 'em If they don't let us in they might throw shots at the bouncer Actavis medicine, got it straight from out the doctor's I'm with RJ but I call him Wayne 'cause he's a shotta Pick up the ladder, put it in the gun, make the .9 stretch Niggas with attitude, but we come straight out of Highbridge I'm gon' make her panties wet when she see the way I flex I'm gon' win a Grammy, move my family out the projects We went from chillin' in the projects to makin' projects We was tryna get to the top, and they tried to stop us I talk for myself, bitch I don't need no fucking voucher She looked at my wrist and she looked at a hundred thousand See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like Wrist so icy, wonder why she like me, bitch I'm drownin' In water, I just bought a Cuban, dipped it in a fountain Everywhere that I go it's a light show, I'm surrounded Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bitch I'm drownin' I just bought a Cuban ring and dipped it in a fountain Chain so heavy I feel like I'm holdin' up a mountain Everywhere that I go it's a light show, I'm surrounded Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bitch I'm drownin' Just bought a brand new chain from Avianne Nigga with attitude but I ain't from Compton Lil Kodak, bitch, I'm Polo'd down like Carlton Sniper Gang, I put a nigga on a carton I'm the shit I'm fartin', I don't know how to potty Pull up in a 'Rari, I'm in the Yo like Gotti A Boogie, I'm goin' Scottie, nigga drop my deposit I ain't Jamaican, bitch I'm Haitian, but I got them shottas Harley Davidson every day, I'm ridin' with the chopper They hatin', I know they don't wanna see a nigga prosper I ain't doing trims, I'm in the cut like I'm a barber She call me daddy, but I ain't her motherfucking father Wrist so icy, wonder why she like me, bitch I'm drownin' In water, I just bought a Cuban, dipped it in a fountain Everywhere that I go it's a light show, I'm surrounded Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bitch I'm drownin' I just bought a Cuban ring and dipped it in a fountain Chain so heavy I feel like I'm holdin' up a mountain Everywhere that I go it's a light show, I'm surrounded Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bitch I'm drownin' Bitch, I'm drownin' Bitch, I'm drownin' I'm drownin' Drownin' I'm drownin'

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Jungle

Jungle by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

80 ContributorsJungle Lyrics You gotta D Stackz beat Nigga, this is what that jungle do You been plottin', nigga, wasn't you? I should've never even fucked wit' you Yeah, I started in the back, had to skip the line though I'ma keep that shit a stack 'til my fucking time go Niggas throw you in the shade 'cause they wanna shine though Nigga throw me in the grave in a Ferragamo Man I can't believe they killed my fucking bro Quado Shit was so deep I had to say that with my eyes closed That shit made me wanna treat a nigga like he John Doe Nine on me, Rondo, now that nigga John Doe, ha This is all I ever wanted, nigga Why would I let you take it from me, nigga? I ain't stupid, ain't no dummy nigga A couple fingers on a couple triggers Fuck with you, why would I fuck with you? You been plottin', nigga wasn't you? I should have been watching from the jump with you Fuck it, this is what that jungle do See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like Started, what I started Anybody want a problem, this is my shit Tell 'em if they want a problem I'm from Highbridge Got a nigga with a shotgun up in my whip Making bitches go retarded with this hard dick Why you think my name is Artist? I'm an artist I woke up to a ménage, I'm just being honest I get money, if I want it, I'ma cop it If a nigga want static, let him have it Have you ever seen a mini semi-automatic? It go dumb like a drum, hear the beat blastin' When it come to that fire, I'm a fucking dragon, ha Nigga, this is what that jungle do Nigga, this is what that jungle do You been plottin', nigga, wasn't you? I shoulda never even fuck wit' you I was walking in the rain with my Timbs on Steppin' over puddles full of pain, it's a big storm 13 on my Balmains, it's a big storm In the club love to make it rain Like what nigga, we don't fuck witcha Know I'm all about my bucks nigga, I don't trust niggas Ever since I was a young nigga coming up nigga Ain't nobody show me love nigga, so it's fuck niggas, it's just us, nigga Nigga this is what that jungle do Nigga this is what that jungle do That jungle turned me into a monster That jungle made me go harder That jungle turned me to a monster That jungle made me go harder That jungle turned me to a monster That jungle made me go harder That jungle turned me to a monster That jungle made me go harder The jungle turned me to a monster The jungle made me go harder Jungle turned me to a monster Nigga this is what that jungle do Nigga this is what the jungle do Been plottin' nigga, wasn't you? Should have never even fucked with you

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Timeless

Timeless by A Boogie wit da Hoodie (Ft. DJ SpinKing)

60 ContributorsTimeless Lyrics Mm, CP Dubb Bitch, I'm really timeless Let me beat it up like Jaegen I cannot waste no time, bitch, I'm really timeless I cannot leave my houses without diamonds All the faces on my watches, jump out it Change faces on the watches, now they frownin' I probably spent the 100 thousand on fly shit QP spent the 100 thousand on mileage Bruce Lee kick it with me, I be stylin' 2 seater Bentley and it's topless And she's topless, naked bitch driver Papers and fronto wrapped around Sour I cannot waste no time, bitch, I'm really timeless I cannot waste no time, bitch, I'm really... I cannot waste no time, bitch, I'm really grindin' If I ever said, "I love you", I was lyin' I fuck with you but you was always like a side bitch Cause I can never put nothin' over grindin' I just left my baby girl a message I said, I won't be comin' home Hah, that's a dub, bitch, I'm on the road Hah, and I need 20 thousand for a show Hah, I ain't walkin' through your club no more Hah, But if Lust hit me up I'll go Hah, SpinKing that's the fuckin' bro Hah, I fuck it up, I fuck it up some more We switch the flow up, if you a busta I'ma cut you off Bitch I'm goin' up Gettin' money, what the fuck you thought? Nigga, hold up it get ugly I'm a fuckin boss, hah Good now but I started off Just a young nigga runnin' 'round and the butter soft Try to run down on me nigga you should knock it off I ain't get lucky mothafucka Took a couple loses, yeah What u sayin'? You ain't really on shit Got zippers on my jeans like I'm Billy on this I ain't sippin' no more lean I've been trippin' off it I've been pissin' codeine and I ain't wit the shits, woah Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it Wake up faded still end up drinking Make-up on my t-shirt, I hate it R.I.P. t-shirts, I hate it Fall asleep, wake up still I'm faded Bubba prolly lost 50 K in vegas Pour up purple and then make it turn pinkish Said that I was done with it but I'm still drinkin' I can't waste no time, I can't waste no time with it I can't waste no time, bitch, I'm really timeless I can't waste no time, bitch, I'm really timelessSee A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like

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D.T.B. (Interlude)

D.T.B. (Interlude) by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

60 ContributorsD.T.B. (Interlude) Lyrics PlugStudios What the fuck, I'm 'posed to fall in love with you? Bitch, I should've never even... What the fuck, I'm 'posed to fall in love with you? Bitch, I should've never even fucked with you Trust issues, that shit made me feel uncomfortable I should've never made you feel like I was stuck with you You ever had somebody say that they was down for you? They made it feel so real like they really down for you They clown on you every time they turn around on you They not loyal, they happy, they lookin' down on you You really jacking, you don't fuck with me Now I feel like you never kept it a buck with me You saying I ain't the daddy, that would be luckily I'm hoping that ain't my baby, that shit gon' fuck with me You had me looking like a clown, bitch That other nigga gon' fuck up running his mouth, bitch How I fuck him up and drown him in a fountain Leave that little nigga somewhere in the mountains But now I'm like, "What the fuck, nigga?" I love money, I don't love bitches Fuck bitches, D.T.B., no, I don't trust bitches Fuck bitches, D.T.B., no, I don't trust bitches No kissing and even hugging 'Cause I don't wanna fall in love with it Fuck bitches, D.T.B., no, I don't trust bitches Fuck bitches, D.T.B., no, I don't trust bitches See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like What the fuck, I'm 'posed to fall in love with you? Bitch, I just wanted to fuck with you Thought you was cool to kick it, probably get lunch with you I never meant for shit to get so fucking comfortable Your niggas told you they was down for you But when you fucked up, nigga, they not around for you They say they with it to ride a hundred thou' for you They clown on you as soon as they turn around on you I salute ya, you took my bitch and you scooped her I'm a loser, I feel like a fucking loser Fuck the rumors 'cause I passed her back to ya Ran through her, then I passed her back to ya Hah! But now I'm feeling like I'm, ahh! Fuck bitches, D.T.B., no, I don't trust bitches Fuck bitches, D.T.B., no, I don't trust bitches Love bitches, nah Now I'm like, "What the fuck, nigga?" I don't wanna fall in love with it I love money, I don't love bitches Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches Fuck bitches, my nigga, we don't fuck with ya My nigga, we don't fuck with ya Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches My nigga, we don't fuck with ya My nigga, we don't fuck with ya… why you fuck? Fuck bitches, D.T.B., no, I don't trust bitches Fuck bitches, D.T.B., no, I don't trust bitches I love money, I don't love bitches Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches My nigga, we don't fuck… with ya So why you fuck with us? I believed in you, should've told me you had a seed in you This whole time you was frontin' and I ain't see it in you Now I'm thinkin' what was you doin' when I ain't sleep with you Now your toothbrush is my new Jordan cleaner I know what a ten is, you not Serena You was supposed to be my dream girl Two-seater, for me and you in a Bimmer But now you showed me not to love bitches Now you showed me not to trust bitches Fuck bitches, just hit it, never run wit' it Hit the blunt Forget about her when the blunt hit ya Who did it? Bitch, you did it Really thought that I was losin' it, now I'm losin' Ever since I been in school, they been pick and choosin' I don't know how I go through with it, I go through with it This is stupid But who the fuck am I to judge bitches? I guess I never knew how to love bitches Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches My nigga we don't fuck… with ya So why you fuck with us? Fuck bitches, fuck bitches

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My Shit

My Shit by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

72 ContributorsMy Shit Lyrics In my bag now, In my bag now (Bag now) What the fuck is that sound? (That sound) What the fuck is that sound? (That sound) Brought the MAC out, niggas sat down I got shit I never had now, I could brag now Got my bitch a Louis bag now, she could brag now Bought my bitch a Birkin bag now, she a brat now Now I'm sittin' in the club in a different bag now Baby when I pick it up you gon' put that ass down Tell 'em you don't give a fuck, baby spin that ass 'round Tell the DJ turn it up, what the fuck is that sound? A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie and it's always foreign Yeah I know she like my style, them other niggas borin' When I pull up, it go skrrt-skrrt, that's a foreign When I pull up on a red light, they don't want it Yeah I came up from the mud and my baby know that Introduced her to my plug, now she think she all that When I first hit her up, no she never wrote back Then I saw her at the club so I got up on that Now every time they play this song she say "This is my shit" (This is my shit) See the flick of my wrist (Flick of my wrist) And I know she know wassup, baby, this is my shit (This is my shit) See the flick of my wrist (Flick of my wrist) See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like They know that's my bitch, that's a fact and she stuck with me When you in my section, fill it up when my cup empty I can't fuck with rats, that's a fact, that's a dub nigga All about my F, can't put water over blood, nigga Trust me, it get ugly If I wasn't gettin' money would you still want me? If I told you I was broke would you start actin' funny? This is all I ever wanted, you can't take it from me Now every time they play this song, she say "This is my shit" (This is my shit) See the flick of my wrist (Flick of my wrist) And I know she know what's up baby this is my shit (This is my shit) See the flick of my wrist (Flick of my wrist)

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Swervin

Swervin by A Boogie wit da Hoodie (Ft. 6ix9ine)

89 ContributorsSwervin Lyrics Uh Yeah Oh, that's London On Da Track, run that shit back We got London On Da Track Swervin’ How you look so perfect on your worst days? Double C your purses, you deserve it Niggas in your DM, they be thirsty (Thirsty), and in person But you're curvin' Curvy little body, love your surface (Surface) Yeah, I’m all on your body, make you nervous I like the way you keep up with your earnings Yeah, it's okay, 'cause you swervin' I fuck you from the back and leave you turnin' (Turnin') The type to make you feel like I'm so worth it (Worth it) Blame my ex, that bitch, she did me dirty (Did me dirty) Had me fall in love and then she curved me (on God, swear to God, I don't wanna leave you, no) New Louboutin, you would think I’m bleedin’ from my toes Dick all inside of you, make you freeze, make you pose I want you to get up on your knees and your toes I see one of my enemies, they gon' freeze like they cold I swear I ain’t no killer, but test me if you want You don't want my adrenaline rushin', leave me alone (Leave me alone) So much shit up on my mind, I can't think, yeah All my niggas rock designer like they scream (Grrat) Got the AP covered, diamonds with baguettes, yeah I thought everything was right, that’s when you left, yeah See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like Swervin' (Swervin') How you look so perfect on your worst days? (Worst days) Double C your purses, you deserve it Niggas in your DM, they be thirsty (Thirsty), and in person (Person) But you're curvin' Curvy little body, love your surface (Surface) Yeah, I'm all on your body, make you nervous I like the way you keep up with your earnings Yeah, it's okay, you be swervin' Where these bitches at? I'm in the V with the tints Got the FN on my body and the clip on hollow tips Niggas say they gon' rob me and they still ain't do shit Catch her waitin' in the lobby, I'ma give her this dick Man, where these niggas at? Man, where these niggas at? We gon' pull up big bodies with the Rugers in the back I got Rugers and the MAC's, pump leave a nigga flat Talkin' hot, we spin the block, we gon' leave him where he at Like, where these niggas at? Ayy, where these niggas at? I'ma pull up in the big body with the fuckin' MAC If the opps try to turn my song off, run it back Used to have the pack in my long johns, now I rap If a nigga wanna act out, got the MAC out I ain't got no fuckin' back-up, that's a man down I ain't got the fuckin' forty, knock his teeth out Spin back with the Ruger, air the block out Swervin' (Swervin') How you look so perfect on your worst days? (Worst days) Double C your purses, you deserve it Niggas in your DM, they be thirsty (Thirsty), and in person (Person) But you're curvin' Curvy little body, love your surface (Surface) Yeah, I'm all on your body, make you nervous I like the way you keep up with your earnings Yeah, it's okay, 'cause you swervin' The way that I live my life is amazing Back to back big bodies, no more dreams, yeah So much shit up on my mind, I couldn't think, yeah All my niggas rock designer like they scream, yeah Got the AP covered, diamonds with baguettes, yeah Say my name in your song and it's lit, yeah Been waiting for a nigga like this, yeah We got London On Da Track

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Look Back at It

Look Back at It by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

87 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguêsLook Back at It Lyrics Look back at it She ain't never do this before, but she good at it Said she never made love, but she good at it (She good at it) She make a nigga feel good when I look at it (Yeah) I get goosebumps when I look at it (Look at it) Oh, girls just wanna have fun with it (Fun with it) All the girls just wanna have fun with me (Fun with me) These girls ain't really no good for me, yeah Drrrat, da-da, da Drrrat, da-da-da, da Drrrat, da-da-um-da Drrrat, da-da-da-um-da Yeah, got a new Benz that I ain't promotin', yeah All of my friends love money throwin' Drrrat, da-da-da-um-da Let me tell you something 'bout my life And every single chain, and my diamond rings The way you walkin', the way you talkin', it's all because of me And the way I'm all on you, girl, you know it's true The way I speak, it's my melody Don't you ever think it's another me Girl, on everything, it's a lot on me I cannot be seen, I cannot be takin' apologies Yeah, they plot on me, 'cause that bag on me Yeah, they after me, I got racks on me Got the stash on me, think they gassin' me Yeah, hoodie on low but I stay focused Yeah, it's hard to stay low when everybody notice, yeah See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like Look back at it She ain't never do this before, but she good at it Said she never made love, but she good at it She make a nigga feel good when I look at it I get goosebumps when I look at it Oh, girls just wanna have fun with it All the girls just wanna have fun with me These girls ain't really no good for me, yeah Drrrat, da-da, da Drrrat, da-da-da, da Drrrat, da-da-um-da Drrrat, da-da-da-um-da Yeah, got a new Benz that I ain't promotin', yeah All of my friends love money throwin' Drrrat, da-da-da-um-da Drrrat, da-da-um-da Can I come by and vibe? (Can I?) I get a different type of fly (Fly) Hit a lick and split it with my guys (My guys) Gettin' rich I'm really lit, but I (I) Ain't shit, I admit it but I try (I try) If I'm wrong, just tell me that I'm right Let me tell you somethin' 'bout my life (My life) Look back at it Said she never made love, but she good at it (Good at it) I get goosebumps when I look at it (When I look at it) All the girls just wanna have fun with me These girls...

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No Promises

No Promises by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

57 ContributorsNo Promises Lyrics Wasn't I good to you? Cardo got wings Yeah, at least I was good to you At least I was good to you At least I was good to you At least I was good to you I can't make no fucking promises Lifestyle getting out of control, lifestyle getting ludicrous I made a milli' in less than a year and I blew that on stupid shit Typed it in like, "How to make a milli'" I used to google it Savannah just wanted to see me perform And got hit over stupid shit I woke up and saw the shit right on my phone They don't know who the shooter is You never know, never feel untouchable I touched your soul, made you feel so comfortable If I let you go, I would feel so skeptical Unacceptable but I still gotta let you know Yeah, that I can't make no fucking promises I can't make no fucking promises, I can't make no fucking promises Yeah, lifestyle on the road, sheesh Used to always want a Rollie, now I want a new two-tone gold Patek Yeah, we couldn't go to Phillipe's I had to be on that corner until it was morning So me and my niggas could eat I be the one with the sauce, I never thought it was sweet I got my foot in the door They never gave me the key, I had to turn to a ki Even when I was a boy I was the man in the streets, I was the man with the heat I was a beast, sheesh He had her heart, but she tried to give it to me Damn, but she can't keep no fucking promises Shit, I'm coming with a lotta money, money comes with a lotta shit Told Mo, "Bring the studio to everywhere we go" and that's a lotta hits Slo-mo in my videos, when the lights out, all my diamonds hit Something 'bout blue faces, I like money conversations Whole lotta 20's that's basic, nigga, fuck it, I'm shameless Can't fuck with a snitch nigga, if you get caught, don't say shit Have you ever met another nigga like me? I bet you won't say shit I went from rags to riches I bagged the bitches that gave me the straight face I hit the baddest bitches It's sad but I had to curve 'em the same day I treated them bad I wouldn't be mad if I was to get treated the same way So treat me the same way, same way, same way I was a savage to you I had to give up and put all my hoes to the side I swear if I ever left you in the cold It's 'cause it was colder inside Look here, I swear if you ever try to leave me alone I hope you don't turn to a thot Most of the niggas that call me only hit my phone Because I get money a lot I be the one with the throne You say you gon' take it but nigga we know that's a lie Even before we was on The money was long and we used to fuck up the spot Bitches was singing my song I knew I was on, right when I bust down a watch Niggas was hating before and they hate on me now But don't know what to say to me now I was gonna do it to her, but I don't really wanna use her Keep giving excuses, when we really gonna link up? Even if I sound stupid, I'ma say what's real to her Even if she not truthful, fuck it I'ma still be good to you See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like Yeah, at least I was good to you At least I was good to you Yeah, at least I was good to you At least I was good to you

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Not a Regular Person

Not a Regular Person by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

36 ContributorsNot a Regular Person Lyrics Ness on the beat I'm not a regular person Done with the perkys I don't even feel like it's working I was playing the bench, I was lurking On the block where they plotting on murking You don't even know I was hurting I was fucked up, a bitch had me hurting And I think she did it on purpose I can't fuck with the hate, I'm allergic I feel like they had me on standby See the pain in my damn eyes I got out of jail and my mans died I never sleep, I'm a vampire I'm not a regular person I can't be giving out verses I'm making the industry nervous I'm still working through all the disturbance I'm done with these Balenciagas They keep on fucking my socks up Nothing but foreigns behind us We used to pull up in the Honda Now every time that we pop up We got to pull up in designer We doing it just to remind us To never go back to the bottom They started off hating on me Everybody debating on me A nigga wrote a statement on me My life, they want to take it from me So I got a .380 on me It ain't never on safety, I be Having all of this paper on me I just hope you praying for me I can tell you what happened The streets turned me into a savage I started off juggin' and trapping Watch a couple a niggas get blasted Way too much blood for a napkin Won't nobody tell you what happened I'm good when you see me in traffic Automatic in the Benz 4matic In the S550 I'm speeding Nigga you wouldn't believe it I came up from nothing I mean it Now I'm living everything I was dreaming I'm killing, I feel like I'm cheating They kept on giving me reasons Can't nobody get in between us Only us, I put that on everything See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like Fuck it up, fuck it up now My nigga, it's just us now Every Rollie getting bust down Young niggas repping uptown I was down but I'm up now Fuck around with them fuck 'rounds Ain't no pounds or "what's ups" now Pretty bitches hit me up now I got on Saint Laurent, come here baby I just wanted some company baby I don't want you to feel like I'm playing Can I fuck you without you complaining? Got no time for a lunch with you baby I get bread, what the fuck is you saying? I get fly on any different occasion I be in and out of different locations I can't stop, I put on for this Swear to god I put on for this Had to move out my mama's crib Had to put in overtime for this I can brag cause I'm confident I'm the man, ain't no stopping it I don't got to wait for a shopping list I want to body a fit then I'm copping it I fuck it up, fuck it up now Every Rollie getting bust down Young niggas repping uptown I was down but I'm up now Ain't no pounds or "what's ups" now My nigga it's just us now I'm not a regular person, I'm not a regular person I'm not a regular person, I'm not a regular person I'm not a regular person

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Fall in Love

Fall in Love by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

40 ContributorsFall in Love Lyrics Plug Studios Baby, you ain't never fucked with a thug So what's up? I'll make you fall in love with it Make you fall in love with it Fuck it, I'm goin' in now, watch what I do to this Nobody told me this shit I had to get used to it Niggas thinkin' I'm buggin', they think I'm losing it Michael Jordan I'm ballin', they think I'm hoopin' it She popped a Perc' and it's workin' so I go through with it I sip a cup of the lean and then I go through with it She moanin', screamin' and tell me keep on doin' it I'm A Boogie, whats goodie, baby I'm true to this I pulled up in my hoodie so you could know it's me Ayo that's word to my F, it ain't a ho on me A nigga talk behind my back, that's a ho to me A nigga gave me his word and then he told on me He ain't really hold it down, how it's supposed to be I should've put him in the ground, how it's supposed to be Bodies tryna get found while I'm rollin' weed Ski mask, I'm hoping that they don't notice me Chopper knock a nigga down on purpose I'll pull up with a fuckin' Trey Pound on purpose (Ah) Ra Sosa got a thottie on him twerkin' Gotti with me waves lettin' niggas drown on purpose (Ah) Nay Glizzy, he a hound on purpose That's my dog, I'll never let him down on purpose Bubba told me go wild on purpose Nigga why the fuck you think I'm goin' wild on 'em? (Ah) I'm puttin' pain on 'em Hollow tip, I let it rip I let it rain on em' Fuck a hook, I put a chain on 'em I tie that shit 'round ya neck I spill the brains on 'em I know that shit ain't been the same niggas Change on you for the money and the fame But I'm Goin' up like a plane, nigga I ain't even gotta tell 'em I ain't playin' with 'em (Ah) See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like But I'm goin' up Baby, you ain't never fucked with a thug So what's up? I'll make you fall in love with it And she know what's up And she know I keep a gun in the glove And it's tough 'cause she hold it when I'm done with it Yeah But I'm goin' up Baby, you ain't never fucked with a thug So what's up? I'll make you fall in love with it And she know what's up And she know I keep a gun in the glove And it's tough 'cause she hold it when I'm done with it And I ain't even gon' lie A lot of niggas say they gon' ride They ain't really gon' ride They don't want to be a homicide So they callin' niggas bro But they really playin' both sides I don't trust a nigga, bottom line And I don't trust a bitch, bottom line Just because she on ya ride That don't mean she ya ride-or-die Your worst enemy could be right by your side (Hah) But I'm goin' up Baby you ain't never fucked with a thug So wassup, I'll -- I'll make you fall in -- yeah, baby I'll make you fall in love with it (Yeah) And she know wassup And she know I keep a gun in the glove And it's tough 'cause she hold it whenever I'm done with it Yeah, she gone hold it when I'm done with it She gone hold it when I'm done with it She already know what's up with it I'm the plug with it (Yeah) Baby now I'm havin' fun with it I'ma thug with it I'ma keep on goin' though, keep on goin', right now Now I'm goin' up, baby you ain't never fucked with a thug So wassup I'll make you fall in love with it I think she know -- and she know I keep a gun in glove And it's tough cause she hold it whenever I'm done wit' it Now I'm goin' up Baby you ain't ever fucked with a thug So wassup I'll make you fall in love with it (Yeah) And she know wassup And she know I keep a gun in a glove And it's tough 'cause she hold it whenever I'm done with it

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Friend Zone

Friend Zone by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

33 ContributorsFriend Zone Lyrics Another one, it's another one And another one Huh? Every time I make another one, it's another one Don't be all up on my french toast when that butter come She tried to put me in the friend zone, but she wanted some Fuck it, I'll be in that friend zone 'cause I fuck with her After fuckin' her She tried to put me in the friend zone Fuck it, I'll be in that friend zone Scorin' like the end zone Huh? Two doors, black on black whip Told that bitch that I'm from New York, she like my accent Every time I get a new jawn, she the baddest All these zippers on my Balmain, I feel like Jackson Every time she give me good head, I give her backshots Man that pussy so good, I don't wanna back out So I gotta strap up, just to blow her back out When she know I'm 'bout to nut, she don't tell me, "Back out" She put her ass out That's what happened before I passed out She really got me in my bag now She got me in my bag now, huh? See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like Every time I make another one, it's another one Don't be all up on my french toast when that butter come She tried to put me in the friend zone, but she wanted some Fuck it, I'll be in that friend zone 'cause I fuck with her After fuckin' her She tried to put me in the friend zone Fuck it, I'll be in that friend zone Scorin' like the end zone Huh? I laughed with her, smoked gas with her When I showed her I can rap, she said, "You a bad nigga" I said, "What about your man?" She said, "Fuck that nigga" You must have been doin' bad with her She said she only let me hit to get you mad Oh, it's so sad, nigga Takin' niggas bitches back to back, yeah I'm that nigga A-Boogie on her titty, took my autograph with her Whoever she goin' home to, I feel bad for that nigga He gon' be a mad nigga He won't even wanna talk about it When we started fuckin' she promised we never talk about it (Never talk about it) Bitches be for everybody, nigga why you trippin' 'bout it Fuck a nigga bitch, now I can't even leave the crib without it He a bitch about it Yeah, he a bitch about it Fucked a nigga bitch, now I can't even leave the crib without it Yeah, he a bitch about it Every time I make another one, it's another one Don't be all up on my french toast when that butter come She tried to put me in the friend zone, but she wanted some Fuck it, I'll be in that friend zone 'cause I fuck with her After fuckin' her She tried to put me in the friend zone Ah! Another one Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na Another one, it's another one Na-na-na-na-na-na

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99 Problems & Messages

99 Problems & Messages by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

27 Contributors99 Problems & Messages Lyrics Any nigga couldn't sit in my chair Yeah it's on nigga this is my year I done ran through all this fly gear Louboutin shoes more than five pairs You don't like me, what the fuck do I care? I get money what the fuck do I care I was posted on the block where Try to rob and you get shot there I'm a monster, I'm a goblin I go hard and I'ma rocket I spent 13 on a wallet just a black card in the wallet Fuck a car key push the start it Thought I told y'all I'm an artist Got a baddie in the valley out in Cali pushing gardens Can't fuck with the extra shit Every time I go out it's an extra bitch Tryna get in my bed to have sex and shit I just wanted some head like the exorcist I got 99 problems and messages Don't be asking me why I won't text you bitch Wrap your legs around me like we wrestling Get on your knees don't you be so damn hesitant When I get your body I'ma be alright And when I get a 'Rari you can be inside it I'ma get another one and let you drive it Baecation for an extra night And I won't tell nobody all your secrets, I can keep a secret girl I know you need somebody And I really need somebody So tell me you're that somebody, girl See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like I think I might be too late but I'm sorry I'm sorry baby, but you should thank me Appreciate me, congratulate me I got money I don't need to stress a bitch I got 99 problems and messages I got 99 problems and messages I got 99 problems and messages I got 99 problems and messages I got 99 problems and messages I got 99 problems and messages I got 99 problems and messages I got 99 problems and messages I got 21 questions for you that I wanna know Would you make me look stupid I'm really feeling the way that you moving I just wanna know if you finna come through tonight I can promise you that I'ma do you right You gon' wish you can go back and do it twice I can pick you up in an uber right Get high on the way to a flight Would you ride for me? Would you lie for me? When you come around good vibes with me I rock with you, do you rock with me? I swear other bitches do not get me Don't be scared baby this is my city But just in case I keep a .9 with me I was hoping you can grind with me It gets lonely on this side baby But can you stay the fuck off my Instagram I don't know why my phone's always in your hand Baby I try to get you to understand mind your business You know I'm a businessman I'ma give you the time of day when I can Took a minute for me to be who I am My finesse, I can turn a five to a ten I been traveling, they don't know where I am But, I think I might be too late but I'm sorry, I'm sorry baby But you should thank me, appreciate me, congratulate me I got money I don't need a stressful bitch I got 99 problems and messages I got 99 problems and messages I got 99 problems and messages I got 99 problems and messages I got 99 problems and messages I got 99 problems and messages I got 99 problems and messages I got 99 problems and messages

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Half On a Baby

Half On a Baby by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

17 ContributorsHalf On a Baby Lyrics You didn't tell me you love me until I said I loved you But I didn't love you until after I fucked you Are we both guilty? Do you feel me? I was tryna go half and half with you on a baby I must've been crazy to let you play me Bitch, I'm too wavy, you can never replace me And I can't take it, you was amazing I would've went half and half with you on a baby You was the one, I said I loved you so I fucked with you I was hearing rumors, hoping that they wasn't true You would call my phone thinking it was cool but you knew Everything that you told me that you wasn't doing You do girl, it was true girl Now I got a couple new girls in my new world Any different type of mood, I can pick and choose girls Tell me what you wanna do, I can pick you up In a two door, that's a new sport, come and hop in All them niggas talking nonsense, they don't want this Girl I prolly would've gave you anything you wanted Girl I prolly would've put a baby in your stomach Half on a baby, Na Na Nah Half on a baby, Na-Na Nah-Na Half on a baby, Na-Na Nah Nah Nah Na-Na Nah Na Shawty, me, you, and a baby Could've been me, you, and a baby Half on a baby, on a baby Half on a baby, on a, ha! See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like I told her the moment that I approached her Come closer, I needed a little closure Heart colder, I'm looking over my shoulder Then I showed her something to make her come over I put lemons in the jacuzzi, if you see How I move, we might end up making a movie Come through, see what I'm talking is really true things We can do things, girl we can do things If you wanna do it on the low, we can do it that's cool But if you fuck it up that's you I can cut you off in a second if you try to act new Oh, I'll be throwing up my deuce, yeah Half on a baby, Na Na Nah Half on a baby, Na-Na Nah-Na Half on a baby, Na-Na Nah Nah Nah Na-Na Nah Na Shawty, me, you, and a baby Could've been me, you, and a baby Half on a baby, on a baby Half on a baby, on a, ha!

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Numbers

Numbers by A Boogie wit da Hoodie (Ft. Gunna, London on da Track & Roddy Ricch)

78 ContributorsNumbers Lyrics We got London on da Track You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up And my lil' brother turned to a drummer Walked him outside, now he got the llama I took that Maybach where the J's at Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers All my niggas know run up them numbers Fuck it, run up them numbers (Yeah) Run up them numbers OKC, you don't want no thunder The old Tracy McGrady, the one OKC, you don't want no thunder, yeah Christian the sweater Okay, Christian Dior the sweater The double R came with the umbrella When I put the hoodie on, it get realer, yeah Put a hundred thousand in my Prada jeans Got some little homies, got some prodigies And I spent five hundred on Prada tees Made it out the projects, poppin' overseas Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat I make some calls, you can't cop the fleet Gotta be an antisocial gangster 'cause the feds watchin' my tweets See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up And my lil' brother turned to a drummer Walked him outside, now he got the llama I took that Maybach where the J's at Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers All my niggas know run up them numbers Fuck it, run up them numbers Fuck it, I ran up the numbers Piped up like a plumber And sold all the bundles (Sold all the bundles) I paid off the debt to your honor And went got some commas and commas and commas (Racks) You let it get to your head, yeah, I remember when you was a runner (You was a runner) I heard you got snatched by the feds, yeah, say you willin' to tell 'em whatever (Yeah) I still be killin' in projects, even though I been runnin' them numbers up They used to tell me I'm not next, I'm like look at me now, I'm in front of them And I just hope you never set me up, my lifestyle too irregular And I don't know how I'ma trust again, I swear Audemars might fuck up your eyes, yeah I bust down a piece of the pie, yeah I wanna speed off in a Cayenne (Speed off in a Cayenne) I got a cup full of Hi-Tech Have a pool party with the posse (Pool party with the posse) We be the talk of the topic These fuck niggas don't where the drop at (Uh) They won't want us ridin' in the drophead And he mad that my bitch got a Masi' You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up And my lil' brother turned to a drummer Walked him outside, now he got the llama I took the Maybach where the J's at Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers All my niggas know run up them numbers Fuck it, run up them numbers

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Me and My Guitar

Me and My Guitar by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

Yeah, I loved her too hard, she left me here with this guitar You can try stealing my heart, it's already gone You can tell something is wrong, just leave me alone I don't even know where to start, I'm just done Used to being in my room with you Now you're gone, I only see you through the phone now, where did you go? I should've never told you leave me alone, I guess you took it to the heart Yeah, let's go It's just me and this guitar, playing this song You can try stealing my heart, it's already gone You can tell something is wrong, just leave me alone I don't even know where to start, I'm just done Used to being in my room with you, now you're gone Oh, I only see you through a phone now, where did you go? I should've never told you, "Leave me alone" I guess you took it to the heart when I said, "Leave me a—" Sweat going down to my balls, I'm having withdrawals It's crazy, baby, all of my scars shaped in hearts Lamborghini Urus, Ferraris, extra cars If you start bringing up love, I'm bringing my gun I never knew I'd make it this far, it feels bizarre But you know my energy large, like a Quran And you know I work too hard, I came too far I'm happy I'm still alive 'Cause half of my niggas they either died or in the system Then if I ain't start rapping I swear to God I'd have been with them I baguetteed out my watches, I'm a timeless ass nigga I was creepin' on the low, yeah, I'm a doggy ass nigga But I'm an honest nigga, I can only lie when it comes to snitchin' I hold grudges with my bitches, if you lie I won't forgive you Just don't go tell nobody about those times that I was with you You got my shoulder to lean on if you want to cry, fuck a tissue In and out of love so many fucking times, I don't get it I could get on some gangsta shit, then turn the vibe sentimental You say you front on my nigga and he ain't ride, wrong nigga Swear it's way too many hoes that be dying over bitches (Yeah) Yeah, let's go See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like It's just me and this guitar, playing this song You can try stealing my heart, it's already gone You can tell something is wrong, just leave me alone I don't even know where to start, I'm just done Used to being in my room with you, now you're gone Oh, I only see you through a phone now, where did you go? I should've never told you, "Leave me alone" I guess you took it to the heart when I said, "Leave me a—" I lost her heart, she left me here with this guitar So if you plan on stealing my heart, it's already gone You can tell something is wrong, just leave me alone 'Cause I don't even know where to start, I'm just done Used to being in my room with you, now you're gone Oh, I only see you through a phone now, where did you go?

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Come Closer

Come Closer by A Boogie wit da Hoodie (Ft. Queen Naija)

54 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguêsCome Closer Lyrics Hitmaka Oh-oh, oh, yeah Let's take a jet to Aruba, I know it sounds nice, ooh You gon' fall into my trap, you gon' fall right through Even when you're with your lover and your phone's on mute When I call you an Uber, you gon' come right through Need to cry you a river If you lie, won't forgive you And I won't ever, ever trust you And I won't ever, ever miss you And yeah I love my baby mother But if she fuck another nigga I won't ever, ever touch her And don't you ever get it twisted Yeah, I'ma cry me a river Just get it out your system You know how much I really want you You know I'll never ever forget you Way too much time spent on strippers Ain't mean to cut you out the picture I don't mean to be callin' you "bitch" and shit But I be buggin' off the liquor The muscle relaxant was workin' Throwin' it back while she squirtin' Don't need surgery, you're perfect Remember when bitches was curvin' Can't no nigga get you Birkins Every time you think I'm lurkin' All my clothes, you were burnin' Oh that's how you feel? That's the word, yeah See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like Come closer All I ever needed was some closure Come closer All I ever needed was some You told me that you need some closure, you said come over I don't need to take no Uber, I drive a Rover Tryna bribe me with a bag, wait, nigga, hold up If you ever try to play me, nigga, you's a whole dub, whole dub Always got what I wanted Never asked nobody for nothin' I can take a trip to the islands alone But if you want it you Gotta come with somethin' new I don't know what's wrong with you So over your petty games, you're getting way too comfortable Oh-oh, oh Gettin' real comfortable treatin' me like a regular Don't bring out the worst in me when I bring out the best in you Boy, I ain't average Don't make me turn savage I need you to see that I'm no regular girl Come closer (Oh-oh, oh-whoa) All I ever needed was some closure (Needed some closure) Come closer All I ever needed was some closure (All I ever needed was some closure) Come closer, oh, oh (All I ever needed was some closure) Come closer, oh, oh All he ever needed was some closure

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Say A’

Say A' by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

59 ContributorsSay A’ Lyrics Ness on the beat ...the fuck I'm supposed to say? What the fuck I'm supposed to say? Ayy What the fuck I'm supposed to say? Police pull me over, they ain't got nothing to say I told 'em, "I got tints because I'm rich", they said, "Okay", ayy Gotta pray a lot, niggas get shot up everyday, ayy Hold up, what the fuck I'm supposed to say? Police pull me over, they ain't got nothing to say I told 'em, "I got tints because I'm rich", they said, "Okay", ayy Gotta pray a lot, niggas get shot up everyday, ayy Heard you got a big body but a little face, ayy Got a 41 bezel, it's 100K, ayy If I feel a way then I'm gon' say it to your face, ayy If I play the block today, I'll make 100K, ayy Yeah, I just might make 100K, yeah If they put a price on me, I'll double what they pay, yeah They say they don't like me, give a fuck 'bout what they say, yeah I could take your bitch and make you think about what you say, yeah I'm gon' put her in a leg lock like MMA, yeah I'm gon' let her give me head twice if she don't say shit If she ever turn sherm on me then she basic Couple bitches, had to swerve on 'em, I updated You pulled up with her, she ain't leave with who she came with She deserve better, you's a bird, you's a wasteman Fuck a umbrella, change weather in my spaceship Diamonds dancing, I'm two-stepping with my bracelet So, get the fuck up out my face I'm just on my way to get this money and I'm late, okay In the strip club, throwing twenties like "I'll be okay" 100k a day, trap booming like an 808 See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like Yeah, what the fuck I'm supposed to say? Police pull me over, they ain't got nothing to say I told 'em, "I got tints because I'm rich", they said, "Okay", ayy Gotta pray a lot, niggas get shot up everyday, ayy Heard you got a big body but a little face, ayy Got a 41 bezel, it's 100K, ayy If I feel a way then I'm gon' say it to your face, ayy If I play the block today, I'll make 100K, ayy Hold up, talking shit don't ever get to me When they see me now, they'd better have that same energy In abandoned houses, in and out, it wasn't shit to me When you see me now, don't try to act like you remember me They look at me now, bitch I'm drownin' And my hoodie Saint Laurent, it's a thousand And we come straight out the Bronx so we wildin' Shoutout BK, free Bobby and free Rowdy Free my nigga V12, holla if you see twelve Febreze, believe me, it'll cover the weed smell I probably got three mil', sittin' in my email So much on me, they second guessin' what we sell So much money on me, fuck it if it's dirty money 'Cause I earned it, you get murked if you come searchin' for me When the police pulled me over, I had thirty on me What the fuck I look like with less than thirty on me, nigga? Yeah, what the fuck I'm supposed to say? Police pull me over, they ain't got nothing to say I told 'em, "I got tints because I'm rich", they said, "Okay", ayy Gotta pray a lot, niggas get shot up everyday, ayy Heard you got a big body but a little face, ayy Got a 41 bezel, it's 100K, ayy If I play the block today, I'll make 100K, ayy If I play the block today, I'll make 100K, yeah I'll make her say a' I'll make her say a' I'll make her say a'

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Just Like Me

Just Like Me by A Boogie wit da Hoodie (Ft. Young Thug)

42 ContributorsJust Like Me Lyrics Sex me, don't caress me I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski" Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, yeah Get flee in a white tee Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, yeah You can't be my wifey, you're just like me Sex me, don't caress me I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski" Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, uh Get flee in a white tee Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, uh You can't be my wifey, you're just like me You're just like me, you're just like me No you can't be my wifey Be my nothing, you're just like me Ooh, yeah No you can't be my bestie, you can't be my wifey You can't be my nothing, you're just like me Tourin' on the top of the world Blimp with your name on the top of the world Patek Philippe, you can spray it with the syrup Too true to the game to be fuckin' the clerk Pull off, kick rocks, you can hear the Masi' skrrt (Skrrt) I seen Rihanna and told her, "Make it work" (Work) A Boogie was taught to murk off vert (Brrt) Pablo, politics get left on shirts (Err) Test me, we'll be wrestling I be coming from the top, big boss thing Met an East lil' fine ting I be diggin' in her drawers while in Boston And I told her to call me 'cause I heard you was a stalker, I like stalking Batter up, shawty bossy Take a hit, you gon' end up in the nosebleed See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like Sex me, don't caress me I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski" Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, yeah Get flee in a white tee Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, yeah You can't be my wifey, you're just like me Sex me, don't caress me I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski" Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, uh Get flee in a white tee Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, uh You can't be my wifey, you're just like me You're just like me Doin' thotty things like it's okay When you're talkin' to me you say all the right things But if you don't mean it then don't say it Ooh, Gucci flip-flops with the right fragrance Ooh, we can switch spots, I am not famous But I got so much fuckin' money, I cannot fake it And I got so much on my mind, I need a bae-cation I got money on my mind, wish I knew how to make it She keep playin' with the dick when she knew how to taste it I got acres on my wrist but your neck is amazin' And I don't wanna do you dirty, you know you my baby And I would tell you anything 'cause I know you won't say shit Half the niggas that I know is a thief or a gangster Yeah, I grew up around the block, it get hot and they spray shit I know I love you but don't stop me from gettin' this paper Sex me, don't caress me I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski" Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, yeah Get flee in a white tee Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, yeah You can't be my wifey, you're just like me Sex me, don't caress me I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski" Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, uh Get flee in a white tee Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, uh You can't be my wifey, you're just like me

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Temporary

Temporary by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

29 ContributorsTemporary Lyrics And I'm just giving you the real, hmm I swear these niggas be so temporary Bitches be so temporary I'm just giving you the real You gotta listen I don't think they hear me Turn it up 'cause I don't think they hear me Let me tell you how I feel I heard loyalty is everything and shit But where she at? I swear to God I never seen that bitch They say they love me, I promise I don't believe that shit 'Cause they be faking it Saying it like they mean that shit I hate that, why you want the truth If you can't face that I be keeping that shit a thousand I give 'em straight facts Time is money, money is time And you can't replace that If everything I tell you is real and how you gon' fake that And I ain't saying niggas is different But yeah it's different And a lot of niggas say they official Really be bitches Just keep a small circle if not Just stay independent 'cause niggas is quick To switch up and go missing And they will never go that hard with you Never go that far with you How you gon' let a nigga eat And he ain't starve with you Prolly break the law with you Never take the charge with you Watch you slip up They will never take the fall with you See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like Temporary, bitches be so temporary I'm just giving you the real You gotta listen I don't think they hear me Turn it up 'cause I don't think they hear me Let me tell you how I feel I swear these niggas be so temporary Bitches be so temporary I'm just givin' you the real, you gotta listen I don't think they hear me Turn it up cause I don't think they hear me Let me tell you how I feel So now I'm walking in the rain With my Timbs on stepping over Puddles full of pain All my friends gone, some in jail Other niggas changed like a Drake song I just feel like nothing was the same But I'm going and I'm scoring And I'm just making that shit count When I gave these niggas chances They kept turning that shit down Yeah they say they fucking with me They just say that shit right now But when I turn around They nowhere to be found And I ain't with the drama (Drama) I ain't with drama I know these bitches temporary When I see 'em I say hi and bye I don't need 'em I say hi and bye I say "as-salamu alaykum" They gon' tell me Walaikum Salaam They gon' tell me Walaikum Salaam It's the same with these niggas That be saying they gon' ride or die When I know they ain't gon' ride or die I fuck around and let that choppa fly Temporary, bitches be so temporary I'm just giving you the real You gotta listen I don't think they hear me Turn it up 'cause I don't think they hear me Let me tell you how I feel I swear these niggas be so temporary Bitches be so temporary I'm just givin' you the real, you gotta listen I don't think they hear me Turn it up cause I don't think they hear me Let me tell you how I feel Just because they day one That don't make 'em A1 Real recognize real, nigga I can't mistake one I just keep it pushing when I run into a fake one You know loyalty is everything until my fucking day come Ain't it crazy how them niggas say they fucking with ya Grab a pistol, bust it with ya You go to work, they at ya crib tryna fuck ya sister The ones close to you will do the most you If it's bread on ya head I'll bet They put that toaster to you They look at you and smile though go half With you on a bottle Sip Hennessy and Moscato, I ain't even gon' lie tho That's word to my nigga Quado Rest in peace my nigga Quado They call you bro and then leave you in the cold like Chicago First they hate you, then they love you Then they, turn into a snake again No new niggas, I'll never make that mistake again They start off real cool, but once you see that they faking it Take a picture nigga, you might never see they face again Temporary, bitches be so temporary I'm just giving you the real You gotta listen I don't think they hear me Turn it up 'cause I don't think they hear me Let me tell you how I feel I swear these niggas be so temporary Bitches be so temporary I'm just givin' you the real, you gotta listen I don't think they hear me Turn it up cause I don't think they hear me Let me tell you how I feel Let me tell you how I feel, yeah Let me tell you how I feel, yeah And I'm just giving you the real And I'm just giving you real Let me tell you how I feel, yeah Let me tell you how I feel, yeah And I'm just giving you the real And I'm just giving you real

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Demons and Angels

Demons and Angels by A Boogie wit da Hoodie (Ft. Juice WRLD)

79 ContributorsDemons and Angels Lyrics Huh, woke up in a new car Chopper on my hip, it shoot a movie like a porn star, uh I might fuck a porn star, uh Woke up in Mercedes, yeah, let's ride up in a foreign car I just told Richie we rich Don't get on my bad side, I'm dangerous Demons and angels hang with us Treat it like a phone, baby, hang it up, uh Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up Don't fuck with me, no, I'm dangerous, uh I'm from where they hang 'em, oh Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up Don't gangbang when this shit get dangerous I'm from the West Side, know not to play with us, yeah If you thinkin' that it's sweet, it's not okay with us Right now I'm in the A, we got the K with us (Bang) All my chains heavy, and they bright as fuck She only give me head 'cause she don't like to fuck So much Balmain on, I feel like I'm a biker boy I been missin' you but you don't call my line no more And I swear I get all up in my feelings when you're not around, yeah I get in my feelings when you're not around, yeah I get in my feelings when you're not around me I think I'm addicted to this lifestyle, I swear I hope you don't just want me for my lifestyle, I swear Don't you only fuck me for my lifestyle, I swear I've been tryna show you for a long time, I care But you came around just at the right time, I get Jealous when you try to come around all my friends Type of shit that make me wanna fuck with your friends Make you wanna break the fucking door off my Benz, yeah See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like Don't get on my bad side, I'm dangerous Demons and angels hang with us Treat it like a phone, baby, hang it up, uh Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up Don't fuck with me, no, I'm dangerous, uh I'm from where they hang 'em, oh Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up Ayy, you heard of me? (Ayy, heard of me, yeah) Fuck a Perc-10, need a 30 (I need a 30) And my FN 'cause they lurking And a Smith & Wesson's with the broski, no worries All these other niggas bitch niggas, they get disfigured Ballin', yeah, I swish, nigga, I'ma swish, nigga Own lane, never switch, nigga, never switch, nigga Tryna fuck the world, they can suck a dick, nigga (Real shit) Fuck telling stories, I'ma make one This is real life shit, niggas make one I don't care about none of y'all Need to go and get your money up (Ya dig?) Don't get on my bad side, I'm dangerous Demons and angels hang with us Treat it like a phone, baby, hang it up, uh Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up Don't fuck with me, no, I'm dangerous, uh I'm from where they hang 'em, oh Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up

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Odee

Odee by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

57 ContributorsOdee Lyrics Young Troy, you a genius Let me beat it up like Jaegen Yeah, .44 Bulldog Hit a nigga melon, split a nigga bean Everybody sayin' what they gon' do, yeah But they just talkin', they don't mean it Try to run down with your deuce-deuce That's a no-no, get a forty, yeah Yeah, I know I'm probably too much, yeah Sometimes I just be OD-in' I was gonna go and try to fall asleep But, I got too much energy, yeah I was gonna go to Canada deep, but All my niggas said they got felonies, yeah I was gonna pull up in Givenchy, but I just bought all this ERD shit I'm too flee, all the groupies, yeah They just wanna get next to me, yeah Everybody say they run down 'Til they hear that gun sound on that lemon squeeze, yeah Bet your homie ain't your homie Trust me, paparazzi, that's the police, yeah See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like .44 Bulldog Hit a nigga melon, split a nigga bean Everybody sayin' what they gon' do, yeah But they just talkin', they don't mean it Try to run down with your deuce-deuce That's a no-no, get a forty, yeah Yeah, I know I'm probably too much, yeah Sometimes I just be OD-in' Yeah (Yeah) Yeah, sometimes, I just be OD-in', yeah (She like, "On God," and she know Jesus) Sometimes, I just be OD-in' (Girl I hold back for no reason) Yeah, sometimes, I just be OD-in' (Sometimes, I just be O), yeah Sometimes, I just be OD-in' And sometimes, I just be OD-in' But I'm from Highbridge, what you thinkin'? You can punch in mine if yours is readin' And you can punch in mine if yours is readin' I give you all my time if you give me reasons You only call my line when you think I'm creepin' The thirty clip too long, you can probably see it It's a hip-hop song, but I'm R&B-in', yeah .44 Bulldog, yeah Hit a **** melon, split a **** bean, yeah Everybody sayin' what they gon' do, yeah But they just talkin', they don't mean it Try to run down with your deuce-deuce, yeah That's a no-no, get a forty, yeah Yeah, I know I'm probably too much, yeah Sometimes I just be OD-in'

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4 Min Convo (Favorite Song)

4 Min Convo (Favorite Song) by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

72 Contributors4 Min Convo (Favorite Song) Lyrics This don't usually happen like this, though, fuck it I woke up to like ninety-nine missed calls That's like ninety-nine people I probably pissed off Like damn, nigga, I was on a jail call Damn, niggas make me hate my cell phone Like damn, my nigga, I'm in the studio Last time I dropped an album was like a year ago Yeah, you tellin' me you starving, but I been there though Like growin' up, breakfast, lunch and dinner wasn't cereal I know what's up You just wanna be all in the videos and smoke it up I know you ain't really with the shits but you just throw it up Pretty bitches in my city litty, they just going up Nigga, you just wanna be around me 'cause my money up Heard them goofy niggas tryna line me, they don't want smoke with us Had to pop an Addy, I was down, yeah, had to focus up Most my niggas dogs, I hit up bitches that my homies fucked I hear too much me in niggas' songs, so I had to switch it up, I had to switch it up Pick out diamonds in particular 'cause I'm just rich as fuck Rest in peace to that boy Trayvon, I got my hoodie up They know exactly how we give it up, shoot a bully up And you bitches know that I cannot waste no time Bitch, I'm really grindin' If I ever said, "I love you", never mind it Especially when I feel like you out here thottin' I threaten you, but I fuck with you, let's be honest I hide the fact that I love to smoke on exotic Flowers, I give you all my hours I fuck around, I miss you though, I promise Bonnie and Clyde issues, guns around us No bozos in my circle, they get cut quick We can't even get around, I got my hoodie on in public House arrest in Florida, they always checked up on me So when I was in the studio I said I was in Publix If you could walk in my shoes, you could walk on water Percocets like NyQuil, got me buying sawed-offs Since I been in high school, I been feeling heartless I swear I was like you, now look at me ballin' 10K on one fit, fly like I departed Stay with that rocket, ooh, I go J. Harden Can't tell if I got it, but I stay on it And they stay frontin', but it ain't nothin' 'Cause I make money, talkin' big money Mmh, if I go broke, stay away from me Mmh, if I go broke, I'ma take money, yeah I might go broke in my late hundreds It's hard not to talk money 'cause I got money now And these chains around my neck over two hundred thou And Puma just gave me a budget, I should say, "Fuck it" And give it to the schools 'cause they need it more than I need it now Swear I paid my dues, I should speak up more though, I'm playin' quiet Tryna keep it cool like the time I was in the studio with Future and his goons Sittin' next to my favorite rapper, actin' scared to say it to him Used to bump "March Madness," poppin' Addys because of you After you and Drizzy dropped, then I got in tune (Yeah) Drizzy, that's my broski, I appreciate you too, yeah First time in the Garden, it was all because of you, yeah I probably was OD-in' to do a song but I was new, yeah I can't lie, oh, you was like my idol, ask my crew, yeah Right when I thought viral was viral, Tekashi blew, yeah And that's my nigga too, I fuck with you, I swear to God Type of nigga keep that shit a hundred, cameras off And I'm the type of nigga you might see in Saint Laurent Different places, Cleveland, Miami, but I ain't LeBron With different bitches, denims lookin' like they painted on Listenin' to "D.T.B", yeah, that's our favorite song I don't trust bitches But you're just like me, that's why I don't trust bitches This your favorite song I don't love bitches Fuck bitches, DTB, no, I don't trust bitches This your favorite song When you're home, all alone Reminiscin' my Dior cologne No going back, I really took your soul I know, yeah Woke up with the chills, oh, oh Took a pill with my milk, oh, oh Like it's not a big deal, oh, oh Free all of my bros, whoa, oh Free my nigga PeeWee, free my nigga Skills, now Man, you gotta see me, see how I came up now Used to wear the same shit, I ain't lookin' like no bum now I'm a New York nigga, hangin' laces off my Uptowns Grew up in the jungle where they rumblin' for dust now Runnin' 'round the BX, RIP to Big Pun, now And I don't know why I feel like they wanna take my life And it's all See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like Wanna fuck my wife And these niggas wanna take my life And it's all Yeah, it's alright And it's alright Yeah, it's alright, mmh

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Wild Thots

Wild Thots by A Boogie wit da Hoodie (Ft. Fabolous)

18 ContributorsWild Thots Lyrics Young OG A Boogie, what's up? Another one Yeah You used to be my baby Remember when you used to wear my chain and my bracelets I know you blushin' when I make a statement So don't you worry 'bout them bitches I don't entertain them They only want me 'cause I'm famous I'm A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie but just call me baby And I be rollin' with the gangstas Mask on, gloves on like they contagious But what you think about me Anything I put on I be lookin' ode Pull up to a party in a 'Rari 88 Goin' 200 it was me and E3 Pray when I decided I'ma go my own way She all on my body and she hopin' I stay I guess that's what happens when you run into the C.R.E.A.M Cash rules everything around me (Cash rules everything around me) But even when I'm with a new hoe I still end up thinkin' 'bout you Because they just don't know They don't know me like they really want to And everywhere I go When I come through all I see is wild thots See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like Wild, wild, wild Wild, wild, wild thots Wild, wild, wild When I come through all I see is wild thots Look, let's keep it real and never fake it (fake it) Yeah, I'm gettin' money, they can't take it, take it, take it (I know) The vibe is off, I gotta shake it (skrt) Look, I'm nothin' like them no one to mistake it The sun is gon' shine even through the shady Just 'cause I play it Melo, don't think you can trade me You can't buy class, I bought a new Mercedes Came back on them birds, I'm the new Tom Brady Wow, all I see is wild life when I'm out Bunch of snakes, couple cats with my life in they mouth Lion like they gorillas really soft as chinchillas Don't sweat the butterfly after you diss the caterpillar That's wild Wild, wild, wild When I come through all I see is wild thots Wild, wild, wild Wild, wild, wild thots Wild, wild, wild When I come through all I see is wild thots

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Reply

Reply by A Boogie wit da Hoodie (Ft. Lil Uzi Vert)

55 ContributorsReply Lyrics Woah, if I write (It's JoeFromYO) If I write you, girl, will you reply? (Go Grizz) Follow my commands, come on, girl, comply You only want me 'cause my life's televised And I can see all them lies in your eyes But I'm no different, selling dreams for tonight Just so I could have my way, rubbin' on your thighs In the morning, go back home because I do not have no ties Yeah, but if I (But if I) If I write you, girl, tell me, would you reply? (Would you reply?) You know I used to be a thief up in the night (Yeah, yeah) And you don't want that type of guy in your life But what if I put on a disguise for the night? (Yeah, yeah) What if I was to put my life up on the line? (On the line) Don't pay no mind to them bitches, like a ticket, you're fine Gave you a shoulder to lean on for when you cry Uh, cry for me, for me now No one can slow me down I stay with forty rounds Hit her off a Perc', gave her forty rounds Woah, I'm far from finished, I'm not done I keep grabbing on her waist, she tryna run Put my foot into it 'til she numb Every time she moan, she be like, "Uh" Uh, she switched up for the same dollar She don't know the rules of the game 'cause she ain't have no father Me and Artist, yeah, we know some of the same scholars Me and Artist go home and we got the same problems And we keep arguing about them same bodies That's because you is my girl, you is my main body Take you serious, you know I will not play about it And if you wanna get better, baby, just pray about it See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like I play about it, but don't you go be fake about it Just play your part and I won't ever complain about it Should have called you beautiful more before you changed your body Then you did your body, girl, yeah, you really changed about it It's couples out here that's not eatin', we got plain scallops And clam chowder, you gon' be raising my damn toddler And I can't lie, baby girl, it ain't no way around you Ain't nothin' to say about it, got niggas pull up and spray about it I'm gone Yeah, and when I say, "I'm gone" Don't just say it right after me like it's some sing-along shit You got mad when I said you could bring your friend along, yeah I'm gon' fuck you to this, make this one your favorite song And you even look sexy with no makeup on And you ain't gotta ask me, girl, just take it off I knew that you was nasty the way you take it raw I just hope that you don't think I'm crazy, girl If I Woah, if I write If I write you, girl, tell me, would you reply? You know I used to be a thief up in the night You only want me 'cause my life's televised But what if I put on a disguise for the night? And I can see all the lies in your eyes (Yeah, yeah) You don't want this type of guy, right In the morning, go back home because I do not have no ties (Yeah) Woah, if I write If I write you, girl, tell me would you reply? Yeah, if I write you, can you reply?

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Stalking You

Stalking You by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

32 ContributorsStalking You Lyrics And I feel like I'm By accident I feel like I'm stalking you, I swear I keep on watching your snaps, I'm stuck on your Instagram And girl, I don't even follow you, I can't Too busy calling you back, sometimes I don't understand But girl, I feel like I walk past you, flexed on you by accident I hopped in a Bentley, I don't plan on crashing it I told you that I love you baby, I was gassin' it Gold blunts rolled up, I ain't mashing it Before you was my baby baby you was just a friend And know that I was just in the streets hustlin' They threw me in the jungle so I started bussin' licks I ran into a mic and then I said, "Fuck the shit" They call me young Mike, 'bout to get the glove and shit Two diamond rings yea I paid a dub for it Throw subs at me bet I don't respond to it I'm countin' up money while you niggas commenting Stuck on your ex and I can get you over it VVS on my neck, let's come and see how cold it get Before I sent you that message I was on my thirtieth sip I was drinking a Sunkist and then I put the dirty in it See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like And I swear, that's why I'm watching your snaps I'm stuck on your Instagram And girl, I don't even follow you, I can't Too busy calling you back, sometimes I don't understand I feel like I'm stalking you, I swear I keep on watching your snaps, I'm stuck on your Instagram And girl, I don't even follow you, I can't Too busy calling you back, sometimes I don't understand I feel like I'm Should pick you up in my spaceship You're way too good for me I ran out of shit to say, she ask me questions all day I can't keep making up stories She said goodbye and left me in the cold If I can't take it, I'm sorry I need good vibes, if not, leave me alone I swear I hate to see you walk away But you look so damn good when you walk away Do you ever think about stalkin' me Cause I do just in case you been wondering And I swear, that's why I'm watching your snaps I'm stuck on your Instagram And girl, I don't even follow you, I can't Too busy calling you back, sometimes I don't understand I feel like I'm stalking you, I swear I keep on watching your snaps, I'm stuck on your Instagram And girl, I don't even follow you, I can't Too busy calling you back, sometimes I don't understand I feel like I'm

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Beast Mode

Beast Mode by A Boogie wit da Hoodie (Ft. PnB Rock & YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

49 ContributorsBeast Mode Lyrics Beast mode (Yeah), go beast mode Ballin' so hard, yeah, they think I got the cheat code Huh, I got the cheat code Spent two bands on some mothafuckin' jeans, ho Those is Mike Amiri jeans though Yeah, bad little bitch, and she came from Puerto Rico Yeah, she a freak ho (Huh) Yeah, I don't really wanna fall in love with a freak ho Yeah, she a freak ho Huh, ballin' so hard they gon' think I got the cheat code They gon' think I got the cheat code, yeah I don't gotta do it NBA gon' follow up, but, nigga, Rock'll do it Yeah, but fuck it, I'ma do it I got a .40 with a drum and I know how to use it It go, with the beat, I told 'em, "It's the music" See the pinky ring when I throw up the W I gotta keep a pistol in my Bentley coupe, yeah Don't get too comfortable, yeah My Patek too flooded up, yeah Got a Rollie but I fucked it up, yeah We don't know about a one on one We don't fuck with them if they don't fuck with us, yeah See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like Beast mode (Yeah), go beast mode Ballin' so hard, yeah, they think I got the cheat code Huh, I got the cheat code Spent two bands on some mothafuckin' jeans, ho Those is Mike Amiri jeans though Yeah, bad little bitch, and she came from Puerto Rico Yeah, she a freak ho (Huh) Yeah, I don't really wanna fall in love with a freak ho Yeah, she a freak ho Huh, ballin' so hard they gon' think I got the cheat code They gon' think I got the cheat code, yeah Huh, man, I swear I be so faded I almost forgot that I was famous Last night I almost popped a nigga He got too close, he had a hoodie on, he wanted a picture He ain't even think that I was about to smoke him like a fucking swisher I can't afford it, I got a daughter, you won't catch me slippin' Yeah, shit been gettin' realer, I been gettin' richer What I just spent up on my neck could pay a bitch tuition All my diamonds, they be dancin' like they New Edition I mix the Louis and Supreme, that's limited edition Fuck your bitch and now your bitch, she missin' Yeah, mothafucka I'm in— Beast mode (Yeah), go beast mode Ballin' so hard, yeah, they think I got the cheat code Huh, I got the cheat code Spent two bands on some mothafuckin' jeans, ho Those is Mike Amiri jeans though Yeah, bad little bitch, and she came from Puerto Rico Yeah, she a freak ho (Huh) Yeah, I don't really wanna fall in love with a freak ho Yeah, she a freak ho Huh, ballin' so hard they gon' think I got the cheat code They gon' think I got the cheat code, yeah Fuck her with my jeans on, I fuck her with my chains on She like how I be kicking shit, might think that I'm from Hong Kong Everybody turn yo' power off if yo' phone's on Hoe you gon' get slapped up in yo' shit using the wrong tone PnB got all us Milly Rocking with his song on A Boogie just walked up in the party with his hoodie on You know me, rollin' off a pill, strapped up with that chrome Ho, don't walk up smilin' in my face if I can't take you home Baby girl, I'm leaning right now on a four You know I'm going hard when it's time for beast mode I'm turnt up, I'm out my body, I'm in crunch mode .40 Glock up in my pocket, you don't wanna know Beast mode (Yeah), go beast mode Ballin' so hard, yeah, they think I got the cheat code Huh, I got the cheat code Spent two bands on some mothafuckin' jeans, ho Those is Mike Amiri jeans though Yeah, bad little bitch, and she came from Puerto Rico Yeah, she a freak ho (Huh) Yeah, I don't really wanna fall in love with a freak ho Yeah, she a freak ho Huh, ballin' so hard they gon' think I got the cheat code They gon' think I got the cheat code, yeah

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No Comparison

No Comparison by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

43 ContributorsNo Comparison Lyrics Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na I think them niggas is scared of us They flexing but only for cameras I embarrass 'em If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us? Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain, I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it ain't no comparison These niggas ain't catching up to us I swear these niggas need stamina I broke her heart in a paragraph, turned to a thottie to cure it up Now that bitch feel so embarrassing Diamonds be dancing, I blur it up Your shit is fake, you can't swear to it I know you fronting, you panicking, I get dressed up like a mannequin Put on a fit and embarrass 'em, it's so embarrassing I put this beat on my body list Metro a beast, yeah, he bodied it, they tried to give me a stylist I told 'em I'm good, yo, you wylin' I got sick of wearing Versace, I want red bottoms Don't let me get in a fight with 'em One of them spikes and I might hit him I'm from the jungle, say that you fuck with gorrilas I know that you niggas be lying I gotta stay humble, that's why I fuck with the realest I swear I put that on the Bible You stuck in your feelings, say I'm fucking on your bitch And you should've never ever wifed her That's word to my mother, if a nigga take my bitch, fuck it I'ma find another lover, we flex on each other Cuban dripping on my wrist, I could put whatever on the other That's word to my mother See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it ain't no comparison I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it ain't no comparison You gotta be kidding me Most of my shit come from Italy, W up, make 'em sick of me Ice on my pinky too glittery Pass on a show, it ain't shit to me I keep a blicky, just in case a nigga with me ain't with me And I see a enemy, everything litty Plus my fingers kinda sticky from rolling up that icky icky Them cookies be hitting Beam came with the strap, ladder hanging off of that Yeah I get two attached I ain't fucking with the Act', I be tripping off of that I'ma keep it a stack Mike Amiri's on me stretch But I'm holding all this bread, I'ma keep me a bag They was saying I was next Ever since I hit the booth and I jumped on a track I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it ain't no comparison I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it ain't no comparison Ain't no comparison Fuck it, it ain't no comparison Look at my chain, it's embarrassin' I'm flexing on 'em, embarrassin' Flexing on 'em, so embarrassin' Look at my chain, it's embarrassin' If Young Metro don't trust, you I'm gon' shoot you

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Love Drugs and Sex

Love Drugs and Sex by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

47 ContributorsLove Drugs and Sex Lyrics Tell me why the fuck you mad though? (Mad though) I ain't that used to getting mad dough (Mad dough) I dropped forty pointers on your ass, ho (Ass, ho) Forty pointers on your ho-ass (Mmh) How was I suppose to know that (Know that) Money make you bitches go bad (Go bad) Run it up and never go back (Go back) Run it up and never go back (Go back) W's up and you know that (Yeah) 'Member makin' tracks with Kodak Then we fell a little off-track I'm a street nigga way before rap I ain't been the type to name drop But it's some shit that I can't hold back I heard a nigga from the same block Is telling on me, I expose rats Look I don't really want no beef with no niggas I don't want no enemies or no niggas The feds is coming, and they sweepin' on niggas They gained like seven, took like three of my niggas Ain't no static, it's just defense on niggas Go black on black, go Hoodie SZN on niggas Plaques on plaques, I got thirteen of them, nigga One day I wanna be a king like I'm Jigga See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like But I ain't ready for no love yet All I ever want is drug sex I'm used to being in the projects Mama saying I was up next Learnin' how to fucking rob, yeah I didn't even touch a gun yet Most the niggas I grew up with Are sitting up, or either gone, yeah Gone, yeah When I'm right, I think I'm wrong, yeah This is just where I belong, yeah I'm so used to having fun (Yeah) I go straight from the Ave to in the club Catch me right in the back Cameras on me, they be all on my ass But Sal in front of me to cover the gas But don't get too gassed, my life is too fast Bitches tellin' me to follow them back Adderall, at least it's better than Xans Pop a Perc and fuck for hours again 'Cause I don't want no fuckin' love sex All I want from you is drug sex Shit you wouldn't do in public You say you ain't the type to suck dick You never finished, it was perfect Your natural titties and your curves, yeah I make you feel like it was worth it I can buy you all the Birkins But what's next? I don't want no fuckin' love sex All I want from you is drug sex I don't wanna make you up' I don't wanna see you upset All I want from you is drug sex But your love is like a drug, yeah I can never get enough Fuck love sex Can we have drug sex? Fuck love sex, can we have drug sex? Fuck love sex, can we have drug, drug, drug, drug

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Money over Everything

Money over Everything by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

36 ContributorsMoney over Everything Lyrics It's money over everything I put that on everything She held it down when I was down That's why I still fuck with you (Fuck with you) I was in love with you You was my ride or die bitch Baby, what's up with you? I could've been doing my thing from the jump But I gave you my everything and that didn't Mean anything now I want better things Fuck it, it's money over everything I put that on everything (Everything) I put that on everything Put that on everything (Everything) I put that on everything It's money over everything I put that on everything I put that on everything, nigga Give a fuck about no shawty It's just me and all my homies Why the fuck would I be worried I spend thirty on my Rollie Nigga, that's Curry on my Rollie Keep a backwood for my dodie She keep acting like she know me Run it all spend it all Burberry Baby, I'm A Boogie with a BAPE hoodie It ain't shit I let a nigga take from me I'ma take it to the fucking grave with me They want to treat me like a slave nigga But I'm going up why they hate, nigga Can't see me through these Louis shades, nigga I just want to get away First I got to put a hundred in the safe, nigga I ain't tryin' to be no fucking broke boy Selling dimes for a dope boy I just want to be up on the road doing shows all the bitches yelling "Oh, boy" Girl fuck you and that ol' boy Can't believe you left me for a broke boy Fuck it, I'm done with this shit I'ma marry the money, I need me a Rolls-Royce See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like She held it down when I was down That's why I still fuck with you (Fuck with you) I was in love with you You was my ride or die bitch Baby, what's up with you? I could've been doing my thing from the jump But I gave you my everything and that didn't Mean anything now I want better things Fuck it, it's money over everything I put that on everything I put that on everything Put that on everything I put that on everything It's money over everything I put that on everything I put that on everything, nigga Before I tried to fuck you I wish I knew that I would love you I would've never told you come through You shot me down so now it's fuck you You took a 38 special well I'ma show you what this TEC do You pulled the trigger cause I let you When I shoot back I won't miss That's my word I'm through I get money I'm cool I run it up times two and I break bread with my crew I spent 2 on my Loubs I can't lose my cool Laces hang off my shoe that's how I rock my Loubs And if you rock with me rock with me I could be honestly popping these bitches in line for me I'm rocking Balmain jeans They more than 14 a piece If you seen what I seen you might turn M.O.E She held it down when I was down That's why I still fuck with you I was in love with you You was my ride or die bitch Baby, what's up with you? I could've been doing my thing from the jump But I gave you my everything and that didn't Mean anything now I want better things Fuck it, it's money over everything I put that on everything (On everything) I put that on everything Put that on everything (On everything) I put that on everything It's money over everything I put that on everything I put that on everything, nigga (Nigga)

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Startender

Startender by A Boogie wit da Hoodie (Ft. Offset & Tyga)

70 ContributorsStartender Lyrics Yeah, shawty got ass, she just got a tummy tuck, yeah Startenders, run it up, ah Let's get into it Watch it, bitch Yeah, ah, haha Mmh, ain’t fuckin' with no off-brand bitch (Yeah) Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (Yeah) Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah) Ooh, I’m feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, uh, ooh, yeah Ooh, I see it in you (You) You just left your man, that's too bad, ooh (Too) Pull up in a foreign like skrrt skrrt (Coupe) All up in your feelings, yeah you seem so hurt (Yeah) Eliantte chains, now it's time to run it up And the gang got a tool, so you know they one of us, yeah Shawty got ass, she just got a tummy tuck, yeah Startenders, run it up Mmh, ain't fuckin' with no off-brand bitch (Yeah) Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (Yeah) Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah) Ooh, I’m feelin’ like I'm Biggaveli Mmh, ain’t fuckin' with no off-brand bitch (Yeah) Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (Yeah) Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah) Ooh, I'm feelin’ like I'm Biggaveli (Offset) See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like Hundred in my fanny, yeah (Hundred) Runnin' up the engine for my family, huh (Fam') Wanna hop on jet, take off your panties, huh (Hoo) Baguettes on my wrist and they can't stand me, huh (Baguettes) Cocoa on my Maybach like it's Freaknik (Smash, smash) Shoot the hundred round and get your street sweeped (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt) Patek on my wrist, this shit ain't cheap, cheap (Woo) Perky or the Addy, which one you gon' eat? If we got status in the back then meet the Grim Reap' (Static, baddy) Green light the Lambo', with your bitch creepin' (Skrrt) He got the poppin' bodies so I let the TEC eat him (Brrt, who?) I put the Nawf up on my back, I get the M's and feed 'em (Hey) Mmh, ain't fuckin' with no off-brand bitch (Yeah) Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (Yeah) Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah) Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli Mmh, ain't fuckin' with no off-brand bitch (Yeah) Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (Yeah) Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah) Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, uh, ooh, yeah Bitch, I'm number one like I'm Nelly (Nelly) And my crib all-white like Belly (Belly) And my bitch ride for me like Remy (Remy) Poppin' shots, thug life, Makaveli (Yeah, bah bah) Send the cash to my celly, have my nigga go get it Then we split it like a splinter, if I'm in it, it ain't rented (Skrrt) Got the rims so biggie that my tires look skinny Good pussy and you pretty, but you better off the Henny, yeah I ain't Ray J, told a bitch, "Wait a minute," damn (Hold up) Diamonds on my dick, told the bitch, "Come and get it" (Hold up) Shawty, you a star, got all these niggas wishin' (Yeah) She gotta make it count, hit me up when you finished Mmh, ain't fuckin' with no off-brand bitch (Yeah) Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (Yeah) Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah) Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli Mmh, ain't fuckin' with no off-brand bitch (Yeah) Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (Yeah) Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah) Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, uh, ooh, yeah Head, shoulders, knees, focus Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah Head, yeah, shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, goin', yeah Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, focus, yeah Head, shoulders, knees, focus Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah Head and shoulders and knees, yeah, goin', yeah Head and shoulders, yeah, G's get it rollin' Mmh, ain't fucking with no off-brand bitch (Bang)

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Skeezers

Skeezers by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

45 ContributorsSkeezers Lyrics The Atomix I cannot love on no skeezer That is a dub, I don't need her I hit her once, then I leave her Blow up my phone for no reason I cheated on you with a dancer Okay, I surrender, my hands up At least I admit it, I man up I do not have all the answers And I gotta stay with the nine these days Bitches that get niggas lined these days And I am not with all the drama, ayy Pop him just for movin’ wocky, ayy Highbridge niggas, they be wildin', ayy You sleepin' on me but I’m wide awake Eliantte bring tsunamis, ayy Jump inside the water, ride the wave, yeah Up to no goodie, I put on my hoodie Got sick of Margielas, got rid of the Truey And I'm on a private jet gettin' some pussy Givenchy, Givenchy, my luggage is Louis Don't wanna stress you, no, baby, I just wanna sex you Undress you, don't wanna caress you Don't wanna tell you I love you if I do not mean it Them niggas will say that to hit you I love you, I hate you, I don't want you back now Go through some things that you cannot take back now I reach out to people who don't reach me back now I need you, I need you, it’s too late, I’m mad now I spazzed out, they backed out, the mag now, they sat down I love my life more than I love my lifestyle I love my ice, how it shine even when the lights out She pulled my lights out but I swear, no I See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like I cannot love on no skeezer That is a dub, I don't need her I hit her once, then I leave her Blow up my phone for no reason I cheated on you with a dancer Okay, I surrender, my hands up At least I admit it, I man up I do not have all the answers And I gotta stay with the nine these days Bitches that get niggas lined these days And I am not with all the drama, ayy Pop him just for movin’ wocky, ayy Highbridge niggas, they be wildin', ayy You sleepin' on me but I'm wide awake Eliantte bring tsunamis, ayy Jump inside the water, ride the wave I (I), Like (Like), how (How), you (You), move (Move) Same (Same), way (Way), I (I), do (Do) Five (Five), thou’ (Thou'), 'sand (On), on shoes (Shoes) I (I), might act a fool I'm stuck like I'm glued, I like sex in twos I spy with my third eye on you, I spy You know I gotta stay ten toes, I ball like LaMelo and Lonzo I started off wearin' Kenzo, bitches put me in the friendzone She had my heart it was real cold, I took it back 'cause the bitch stole And you never know what a bitch knows, I can't be lovin' no ho, oh I cannot love on no skeezer That is a dub, I don't need her I hit her once, then I leave her Blow up my phone for no reason I cheated on you with a dancer Okay, I surrender, my hands up At least I admit it, I man up I do not have all the answers And I gotta stay with the nine these days Bitches that get niggas lined these days And I am not with all the drama, ayy Pop him just for movin' wocky, ayy Highbridge niggas, they be wildin', ayy You sleepin' on me but I'm wide awake Eliantte bring tsunamis, ayy Jump inside the water, ride the wave I (I), Like (Like), how (How), you (You), move (Move) Same (Same), way (Way), I (I), do (Do) Five (Five), thou' (Thou'), 'sand (On), on shoes (Shoes) I (I), might act a fool

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Wrong Nigga

Wrong Nigga by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

18 ContributorsWrong Nigga Lyrics Na na na na na na Na na na na na Na na na na na na I just wanna stack dough, count more, I don't know niggas You ain't my bro, you a hoe so you just don't get it Bitches really tripping, if you looking for a check go get it Bitch, I'm the wrong nigga You fucking with the wrong nigga I'm the wrong nigga You fucking with the wrong nigga I'm the wrong wrong nigga Here's a couple words for you just in case you really don't get it I can scoop any bitch I want but I wasn't gon' sweat it Write me every minute wondering if I'm gon' be there already I put it in a song cause I couldn't fit it all in one message So I know she gon' get it, I know she gon' get it I don't put my time into the bitches they be tripping I bet they wish they can all get me I make you feel so special, I know this already I know I'm fucked up but it's still fucked up how it happened now you gone baby I, treated you so wrong baby, now how can we get along baby I can't help it I've been selfish I know I was wrong baby What the fuck was you expecting, I'm moving on now baby I did what I did, now I gotta move on cause I feel like you just gone play me See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like I just wanna stack dough, count more, I don't know niggas You ain't my bro, you a hoe so you just don't get it Bitches really tripping, if you looking for a check go get it Bitch, I'm the wrong nigga You fucking with the wrong nigga I'm the wrong nigga You fucking with the wrong nigga I'm the wrong wrong nigga Don't cross the line tryna line me Dumb nigga lost his mind while he was thinking 'bout it I wrote every single song, don't try to copy Fuck a nigga baby moms for tryna plagiarize me My ex bitch so bad that she ain't around me My ex bitch so mad, made a mistake about me I know you probably can't sleep, you couldn't lay without me Oh it's so so sad that you ain't around me Can't believe I really made a whole tape about you I made a song just to let you know I think about you I don't even drink but everyday I drink about you But, nowadays I don't give a fuck about you Now I got a baddie sitting up in my coupe Married to the money motherfucker "I do" I'm rocking Buscemi even though I like Loubs So you gotta use a key to walk in my shoes They tryna keep up like the fuck do I do Keeping it 100 like 50 times 2 I was the wrong nigga, wrong, wrong Fucking with the wrong nigga Wrong, wrong wrong Wrong nigga, wrong nigga Wrong nigga, wrong nigga Wrong nigga wrong nigga, wrong nigga I'm the wrong nigga, wrong nigga, wrong nigga I'm the wrong nigga

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Macaroni

Macaroni by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

23 ContributorsMacaroni Lyrics Nigga don't tell me what you want Think you calling shots? I make a call, nigga get you gone Knew that was your girl but she a ho and her pussy soak Sound like macaroni in a bowl when she mix it up Knew I was gon' put it in the song We ain't get to fuck Think about when you leave her home Where she really at? Probably got location on your phone, she know where you at A lot of niggas hatin' on the boy Why you really mad? Is it 'cause I'm really putting on where my city at Highbridge, nigga from the Bronx where it be gritty at I be smoking on gorilla glue and smoking GG pack They don't wanna free my nigga Nun but I know he be back Bitches that I hit up in the DM never hit me back Now they probably all up in my DM, I don't get to check I could turn your girl into a demon, boy, don't get me mad Fuck around and threw out all my singles when I heard it clap Sound like macaroni in a bowl how she getting wet When I met her said she was a fuckin' bartender, yeah Then I saw her dancing on a pole, she a stripper, yeah Macaroni in a bowl, she be mixing, yeah See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like My nigga don't tell me what to do Mel went to school for shooting hoops and then he learned to shoot Had to lock myself inside the booth, that's how I kept my cool Saw my nigga Quado on the news, that's why I kept my tool Don't you try to tell me nothing, nigga, you don't know me Done with this bottle, fill me up I need another Rosé Got to hit a couple hittas up when I'm by my lonely I think they already know wassup, I don't fuck with phonies Lately I been running out of time, I need another Rollie Lately I been on the west-side, don't need no other homies Diamonds on my pinky finger blinding, all the bitches on me I look at her and tell her call me, hold up matter fact Bitches that I hit up in the DM never hit me back Now they probably all up in my DM, I don't get to check I could turn your girl into a demon, boy, don't get me mad Fuck around and threw out all my singles when I heard it clap Sound like macaroni in a bowl how she getting wet When I met her said she was a fuckin' bartender, yeah Then I saw her dancing on a pole, she a stripper, yeah Macaroni in a bowl, she be mixing, yeah Macaroni in a bowl The way she mix it up The way she mix it in a bowl The way she mix it up Macaroni in a...mix it up

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DTB 4 Life

DTB 4 Life by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

46 ContributorsDTB 4 Life Lyrics (It's JoeFromYO) (SephGotTheWaves) Yeah, thinkin' 'bout you, I catch chills, my nigga Shit ain't been the same since they killed my nigga Broski doin' time, it get real, my nigga I just hope you hold it down, just don't squeal, my... yeah I'm DTB for life, no, I can't trust my bitches I can't even trust my girl 'cause I'm a fucked up nigga, yeah And if you say you trust me, girl, you lied 'Cause I can't even trust myself, I don't know why you waste time in your feelings, yeah I'm DTB forever, on God, I don't trust bitches I don't even trust my girl, I still try to fuck her friends and shit That nigga's movin' while gettin' live I don't even wanna talk to nobody, I got a feelin' the feds listenin' She told me I'm not myself no more And I swear I know exactly who I am Girl, just love me for the differences She told me she don't want me around How could you feel that way, baby? Especially after all this time with you See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like Now it's DTB for life, no, I can't trust my bitches Don't you trust me neither, I'm a fucked up nigga, yeah But if you gettin' money, that's what's up, my nigga Bitch, you know I'm smacked, I'm smokin' blunts like cigarettes Let's be honest, let's be real, my nigga If a nigga play with me, I will get rid of him Montana had the grills in his Hilfigers, yeah My niggas Quado and Beasty, I be missin' 'em But thinkin' about it, I catch chills, my nigga Shit ain't been the same since they killed my nigga Broski doin' time, it get real, my nigga I just hope you hold it down, just don't squeal, my... yeah I'm DTB for life, no, I can't trust my bitches I can't even trust my girl 'cause I'm a fucked up nigga, yeah And if you say you trust me, girl, you lied 'Cause I can't even trust myself, I don't know why you waste time in your feelings, yeah I'm DTB and it's 'cause what she, what she done to me So I was hopin' my baby's eyes would smile just like mine That'd've been crazy, yeah Will I regret you? (Will I regret you? Yeah, yeah) Will I still put you on my schedule? (Will I still put you on my...?) Yeah, put you on my itinerary (Put you on my itinerary) Said, "I ain't gon' lie, it can get scary" (I ain't gon' lie, yeah, yeah) I know you just want me to sweat you You say I changed, you wish I was the same as when I met you Well, these hoes who was lyin', oh, they wanna kick it, but it get messy Yeah, and you ain't never die if you're a legend, yeah You don't even know how I feel, my nigga Shit ain't been the same since they killed my nigga I be tryna tell my bros just chill out My little bro, he be on go, he be on drill time, nigga I'm DTB for life, no, I can't trust my bitches Don't even trust my girl after I tried fuckin' her friend And if you say you love me, girl, you lied 'Cause you don't even love yourself, I don't know why you waste time in your feelings, yeah No, no

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IDK

IDK by A Boogie wit da Hoodie (Ft. PnB Rock)

20 ContributorsIDK Lyrics Like why you so fly? (I don't know) Like why you so high? (I don't know) Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don't know) Like why you so thurl? (I don't know) Why you fuck that nigga's girl? (I don't know) Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know How you do that (I don't know) How you do that (I don't know) How you do that (I don't know) How you do that (I don't know) How you do that (I don't know) Like how you do that (I don't know) How you do that (I don't know) Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don't know) They wanna know how I do that shit I heard a couple niggas tryna line me It ain't hard to find me I got a couple killers right behind me And if they catch a body, I swear I won't tell nobody I got Balmain on my body, diamonds dancing on my body Muller cooler than your jeweler, Elliot Avianne She wanna fuck while my song play I wanna know why they salty I had to get it the hard way Yeah nigga that's what they all say I had to give up on college I would've been trapping in hallways I'm ballin', you know you can't stop it Crossover, get 'em off me I ain't got time for this shit, I'm a monster at this, nigga I grind for this shit I can't just sleep with a bitch, you gotta watch who you hit, first get the drop on a bitch Louis Vuitton on my hip, forty-five on my hip PnB Rock with me nigga, you know we be fly as a bitch See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like Like why you so fly? (I don't know) Like why you so high? (I don't know) Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don't know) Like why you so thurl? (I don't know) Why you fuck that nigga's girl? (I don't know) Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know How you do that (I don't know) How you do that (I don't know) How you do that (I don't know) How you do that (I don't know) How you do that (I don't know) Like how you do that (I don't know) How you do that (I don't know) Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don't know) They wanna know how I do that shit Everybody wanna know now, everybody wanna know how How a young nigga came up, I'm supposed to be broke now Coming through looking like I hit a lick Dare you to try me cause I got that stick Killing these haters, I'm making them sick I just bought some new Chanel for my bitch Bands all in my pockets I'm taking off like a rocket I'm the plug, no socket I need all my profits I need all my checks Bitches on me cause they know I'm next She just sent a naked picture through the text I don't want the pussy, I just want the neck All I know is flex, diamonds on my neck I'm the fuckin' best, nigga what's the bet? I just copped a new laser for this TEC Treat you like a bitch, pussy you get wet Cause I ain't got time to be playin' with y'all You from where I'm from then you know that it's hard I swear I told y'all that I'm not a star It's still fuck the law and free all of my dogs Like why you so fly? (I don't know) Like why you so high? (I don't know) Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don't know) Like why you so thurl? (I don't know) Why you fuck that nigga's girl? (I don't know) Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know How you do that (I don't know) How you do that (I don't know) How you do that (I don't know) How you do that (I don't know) How you do that (I don't know) Like how you do that (I don't know) How you do that (I don't know) Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don't know) They wanna know how I do that shit

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Baecation

Baecation by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

28 ContributorsBaecation Lyrics So, I took her on a baecation She fell in love with the way I tasted I fell in love with the way she take it Go down on me girl, I know you wanna taste it I took her on a baecation We ain't even really dating I spent a long time waiting Go down on me girl, I know you want My name is Artist, I can draw shit She be all up in my phone, she just wanna start shit She will not leave me alone till I take her shopping Louis bag with a stash and her Birkin wallet Yeah, let's go on a baecation Baby, we can go to Vegas and change locations Don't you worry bout a hater, they gon' keep hating They sendin' shots, I just dodge like I'm in the Matrix Used to scoop her up in a Uber Now we taking flights, spending nights in Aruba I hope we can do a lot of things, fuck the rumors On the beach, Henny Coladas in the cooler All the hoes gon' follow, understand that If you end up heart broken I didn't plan that I wanna take you so far I don't know where to begin at Baby girl at least you know where my head at See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like So, I took her on a baecation She fell in love with the way I tasted I fell in love with the way she take it Go down on me girl, I know you wanna taste it I took her on a baecation We ain't even really dating I spent a long time Go down on me girl, I know you want I could put you on, I won't do you wrong baby You know what you're doing, I just hope you don't play me Louis Vuitton don, you know I be going crazy Go to San Juan, put you on the front page and If they hate girl, fuck 'em they can stay hating You can whip the Benzi, let 'em watch us racing and When they hear me on the radio station They gon' wish that they was you but I ain't replacing My bitch so expensive She listen to me but she never listen They tried to push me off my pivot but I'm never tripping She never bitch and love to kick it, Rose sipping I fuck with you but girl don't get it twisted It's money over everything so I be getting chicken I'm hard to get with so they never gon to catch me slipping Put you on a private jet, fuck a plane ticket So, I took her on a baecation She fell in love with the way I tasted I fell in love with the way she take it Go down on me girl, I know you wanna taste it I took her on a baecation We ain't even really dating I spent a long time Go down on me girl, I know you want

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Always On Time

Always On Time by A Boogie wit da Hoodie (Ft. Snoopy Dinero)

14 ContributorsAlways On Time Lyrics Only time I'm feeling fine is when I'm with my Only time I'm feeling fine is when I'm with my bitch We ride together, we ride together, be honest The only time I'm feeling fine is when I'm with my bitch And she always on time forever That's why she my ride or die She hate it when I call her my bitch but she mine forever And whenever the time is, I make time whenever regardless She always on time, my nigga, regardless She always on time, that's why I Wrote you cause I just wanted to see you Pull up on me, girl, I wanna eat you Nah, nah I'm playin', don't really need you Once you turn into someone they wanna be you I grew up bumpin' Cassidy and Beanie Siegel Watchin' crack heads squeeze up on that needle I said I'm sorry for makin' you feel I need you Love hoes, windows, bitch you see through Smokin' endo outdoors with my people I don't eat cheese, my nigga, no that's illegal I don't like dogs who fuck with you when they need you Y'all are not low, my nigga, already peeped you I do not know you, don't say wassup to me When I needed it, you didn't show no love to me Don't want no company Fuck you, fuck you, aha! See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like We ride together, we ride together, be honest The only time I'm feeling fine is when I'm with my bitch And she always on time forever That's why she my ride or die She hate it when I call her my bitch but she mine forever And whenever the time is, I make time whenever regardless She always on time, my nigga, regardless She always on time, that's why I Love her to death, give her nothin' to stress Focused on when I'm strokin', she feel it all in her chest, ah! Pussy so wet, kissin' up on her neck Wanna scream my name, she keep it under her breath, ah! Ah! I'm still the same, my nigga My niggas, we still ridin' with the thang, my nigga My niggas, we get that money, never change, my nigga My niggas will never switch up for no fame, my nigga like... Stackin' to the ceilin' And when you all alone and you all up in your feelings You can listen to this, thug nigga who just missin' a bitch I take your hoe by the flick of the wrist And she like to call me by my government Cause it make her feel special Hit that thing raw just to make her feel special Several phone calls just to make her feel special Do that think I like cause you know I still let you, ah! We ride together, we ride together, be honest The only time I'm feeling fine is when I'm with my bitch And she always on time forever That's why she my ride or die She hate it when I call her my bitch but she mine forever And whenever the time is, I make time whenever regardless She always on time, my nigga, regardless She always on time, that's why I Ah! Girl pull up on me You know I wanna know if you could pull up on me Can I put it in your spine while you kissin' on me? Matter of fact, never mind, that's a different story I be playin', girl you know how I play with you Can I, pull up to your crib? Girl I just wanna lay with you I show you how I live, I don't wanna be fake with you Cause I know how it feels for someone to be fake with you And I'm feelin' you, and I know it's killin' you You don't wanna say it, but you feelin' me too Don't worry 'bout them niggas and don't worry 'bout them bitches Baby we don't gotta tell nobody shit that we do, that we do And that's just how it's 'posed to be You got your girls with you, I got my woes with me And I could tell you want me by how you approachin' me I will show nobody nothin' that you show with me cause We ride together, we ride together, be honest The only time I'm feelin' fine is when I'm with my bitch And she always on time forever That's why she my ride or die She hate it when I call her my bitch, but she mine forever And whenever the time is, I make time whenever Regardless, regardless, that's why I...ne Forever And Whenever The Time Is I Make Time Whenever Regardless, Regardless, That's Why I !

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Fucking & Kissing

Fucking & Kissing by A Boogie wit da Hoodie (Ft. Chris Brown)

22 ContributorsFucking & Kissing Lyrics Would I be trippin' If I tell you I'm different 'cause everyone's different? (Everyone's different) But look, I'm somethin' different Melody gifted, you are my witness Louboutin Christians, givin' me blisters I'm sinnin', but I miss you And, girl, do you miss me? What's the difference between fuckin' and kissin'? If you ain't with it, then we can just kick it (Kick it) Fuck all the kissin' We should just get into switchin' positions (Positions) Fuckin' and kissin', fuckin' and kissin', girl, fuckin' and kissin' Girl, do you miss me? You trippin' 'cause I miss you Fuckin' and kissin', fuckin' and kissin', girl, fuckin' and kissin' (Oh, no) Fuck me and kiss me like you miss me, I know you miss it (Oh, no) Fuckin' and kissin', fuckin' and kissin', girl, fuckin' and kissin' (Oh, no) Fuck me and kiss me like you miss me 'cause I know you miss it (Oh, no) Next time I fuck you, I don't want you to say, "I love you" And next time you suck it, don't touch it Do somethin' that's gon' make me cum quick I wanna see how you bust it But if you start buggin' I'ma fall back and start actin' like I never met you My money bigger, if I take your bitch Man, I don't mean to be disrespectful, I'm just that nigga See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like Would I be trippin' If I DM your friends and fuck all your bitches? Would it be ignant? You say I'm trippin', but they the ones with it I thought it was love 'Til you went out tellin' our business Lyin' when you know you did it Cryin' but don't see no tears I guess we're really all guilty Fake friends all circle 'round me You wanna show everybody 'round me how I bleed Plead, the truth will set you free Fuckin' and kissin', fuckin' and kissin', girl, fuckin' and kissin' Fuck me and kiss me like you miss me, I know you miss it Fuckin' and kissin', fuckin' and kissin', girl, fuckin' and kissin' Fuck me and kiss me like you miss me 'cause I know you miss it

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Ransom

Ransom by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

30 ContributorsRansom Lyrics A Boogie wit da Hoodie, damn you be flexing (Flexing) They want you for ransom (Ransom) It's a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up Nigga, you ain't got no backup, you should back up All the hoes say I'm handsome, I got my bands up I got bands, now my head up for a ransom It's a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up Nigga, you ain't got no backup, you should back up All the hoes say I'm handsome, I got my bands up I got bands, now my head up for a ransom Nigga, I ain't put no cash up but it's back up I just stay with my head up and my grass cut Them snakes got me fed up, I need a handgun I got bands now my head up for a ransom Damn son, what's the issue? Young nigga with a chip tooth and a pistol I got into the money, started hitting licks too Run through the money, run through the money Yeah, I like Saint Laurent so I bought a bunch of it, nigga (Bunch of it, nigga) I like throwing ones so I threw a bunch of 'em nigga (Bunch of 'em nigga) I'm making this song just to keep it 100 nigga Now I'm going up, niggas got their hands out nigga You wasn't around now you my mans now Probably want to get me clapped now, you a damn clown Now you wanna give me dap, now you a fan now See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like It's a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up Nigga, you ain't got no backup, you should back up All the hoes say I'm handsome, I got my bands up I got bands, now my head up for a ransom Nigga, I ain't put no cash up but it's back up I just stay with my head up and my grass cut Them snakes got me fed up, I need a handgun I got bands now my head up for a ransom I fuck it up, thumb through a check, thumb through a check (Thumb) My nigga UE shooting guard dumb with the left RJ he a referee, he gon' get the Tec I'ma keep scoring from 3, I ain't missing yet Listen up, if I feel a threat, I'ma hit you up Gripped it up, chain never tucked, I don't give a fuck (Fuck) When she suck she gon' lick me up Ain't no hickeys girl just hit me up When you wanna fuck, girl just hit me up Stickied up and I got that drink when I drive by Stick it up, taking everything when we drive by Moving like Christina Aguilera, Lady Gaga Another one, na-na-na-na-na-na It's a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up Nigga, you ain't got no backup, you should back up All the hoes say I'm handsome, I got my bands up I got bands, now my head up for a ransom Nigga, I ain't put no cash up but it's back up I just stay with my head up and my grass cut Them snakes got me fed up, I need a handgun I got bands now my head up for a ransom

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Cinderella Story

Cinderella Story by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

41 ContributorsCinderella Story Lyrics It's a hood nigga story (It's a hood nigga story) But you like Cinderella stories, too (But you like Cinderella stories too) And, girl, you know I fuck with you (Girl, you know I fuck with you) Text you in the morning like, "What's up, ugly?" But to us that means you're beautiful (To us that means you're beautiful) But you should keep that shit between us two (Keep that shit between us two) Girl, I want you, mm (Girl, I want you) I'm on your body (Your body, ah) My vibe is your body (My vibe is your body) There's something we should talk about, mm (Let's talk about it), yeah 'Cause I might need you around me ('Cause I might need you around me) They hate on me like I was born rich (I wasn't born rich), yeah But I'm just now gettin' used to ballin' (I'm just now gettin' used to ballin'), yeah She just want Cinderella stories (Stories), yeah Glass slippers by Balmain (Glass slippers by Balmain), yeah She's nasty (Oh) And she's nasty just like me (Like me, yeah) And she's icy (She's icy, oh) Spanish mami, call me papi, yeah But she know my lingo, what's up? (She hit me up like, "Okay") She said, "Que lo que" like, what's up? Yeah I said, "Que tu hace, girl" what you doing? Yeah No juegas conmigo, yeah Girl, don't you play with me like I'm stupid I been missing your deep throat, yeah Couldn't find a bitch that can do it how you do it, yeah Could you set up the threesome? Yeah My 'lil caramel light skin See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like I'm on your body (Your body, ah) My vibe is your body (My vibe is your body) There's something we should talk about, mm (Let's talk about it), yeah 'Cause I might need you around me ('Cause I might need you around me) They hate on me like I was born rich (I wasn't born rich), yeah But I'm just now gettin' used to ballin' (I'm just now gettin' used to ballin'), yeah She just want Cinderella stories (Stories), yeah Glass slippers by Balmain (Glass slippers by Balmain), yeah Your body is my vibe (Is my vibe) When you come around, I get shy when I see you (See you, yeah) When I see you (See you) Got all my pictures in her mirrors Start to blush when somebody says my name Won't let nobody even try to spit no game No, they look in her direction, she look the other way And she like sex on the beach She give me head and my knees so weak, yeah And I'm still in the streets, yeah Still in it and I'm still not with it If I do it, don't you say I did it 'Round here, you get a headshot for telling, yeah Baby, is you gon' be down forever, yeah, uh I'm on your body (Your body, ah) My vibe is your body (My vibe is your body) There's something we should talk about, mm (Let's talk about it), yeah 'Cause I might need you around me ('Cause I might need you around me) They hate on my like I was born rich (I wasn't born rich), yeah But I'm just now gettin' used to ballin' (I'm just now gettin' used to ballin'), yeah She just want Cinderella stories (Stories), yeah Glass slippers by Balmain (Glass slippers by Balmain), yeah She said, "Que lo que" like, what's up? Yeah I said, "Que tu hace, girl" what you doing? Yeah No juegas conmigo, yeah Girl, don't you play with me like I'm stupid

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Best Friend

Best Friend by A Boogie wit da Hoodie (Ft. Tory Lanez)

33 ContributorsBest Friend Lyrics Best friend You was like my best friend You was like my best friend We used to be best friends 'til we started sexin' What's next girl, 'cause it's up to you Can we still be best friends after what just happened It's a bad thing, but it feels so good Let me beat it up like Jaegen We used to be best friends 'til we started sexin' What's next girl, 'cause it's up to you Can we still be best friends after what just happened It's a bad thing, but it feels so good You was like my best friend, you was like my best friend You're my best friend, girl what's up with you You was like my best friend, my best friend Even though we're sexin', let's be best friends too I got rich and cut off all my exes (all my exes) They like, "Boy grow up," I'm adolescent (I'm adolescent) Feds pulled up on you askin' questions (askin' questions) Fuck around and took some of my best friends, yeah yeah I'm too fuckin' poppin' for a Westin (a Westin) I can't tell nobody where I'm stayin' (where I'm stayin') (yeah) I get on my fly shit outta patron (patron) (yeah) I smell like the money, it's my fragrance, yeah yeah Now I got a house inside my basement, yeah yeah Used to trap in houses that was vacant, yeah yeah I poured up a double cup and faced it (faced it) If I said I loved you I was fakin' I wasn't into you baby Before I was into you I was a friend to you baby I hope I remember you baby You been playin', sorry if I ain't feelin' you lately But you are so beautiful baby I'm just sayin', I don't know what to do with you baby Don't tell me you through with me baby Understand I don't want you to be my old lady But I know you want me to stay I know you want me to, I know you want to convey I know I'm one in a million Look at the ceiling, you ever seen stars in the Wraith? And I can be part of your day Pardon me, where do you want me to take you today? They want to take me away, fuck what they say, it's okay See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like We used to be best friends 'til we started sexin' What's next girl, 'cause it's up to you Can we still be best friends after what just happened It's a bad thing, but it feels so good You was like my best friend, you was like my best friend You're my best friend, girl what's up with you You was like my best friend, my best friend Even though we're sexin', let's be best friends too While we on the topic, let's talk about it You gon' find somebody better, yeah shawty I doubt it You knew I was ballin', you was tryna scout it You just played the sideline, I was tryna out it Pulled up in the Audi, I did it proudly Put them diamonds in my mouthpiece, smokin' loudly At this moment she realized she couldn't live without me Told her, "Hop up in the sky before this shit get cloudy" Don't you doubt me, 'cause I be spendin' dividends I been out and switchin' into them different Benzes Got my dollars up and dipped and onto ya friendses Rollie on me, presidential like the president, bitch Only you know I won't try you, why would I try to? Every city that I fly through, I try to fly you When you look just like the pictures I just can't deny you Now let me beat that pussy red like it was bangin' Piru Girl you know I wanna dine you, I'ma line you Fuck around and make me wanna put you in a spiral, hit your spinal Touchin' you like I was tryna spin a vinyl I just slip and slide through, sicker than some swine flu Yeah, come do it all for me, 'cause I do it all for you Whenever I need it I'm fallin' through When I need to get it I'm callin' you You know you got it All of the numerous rumors are probably true Something I'd probably do, I gotta be honest with you Best friends What's next girl, 'cause it's up to you Best friends after what just happened You was like my best friend My best friend, girl what's up with you My best friend, even though we're sexin', let's be best friends too

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Unhappy

Unhappy by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

26 ContributorsUnhappy Lyrics Told her I can't fall in love now she, damn She upset, she throwing subs at me She used to call me her daddy Told her I can't fall in love now she, damn She upset, she throwing subs at me She just wanna see me unhappy She used to say, "what's up, daddy" Now she walk past me with a mug, she keep calling me a dub Plus she won't stop throwing subs at me She just wanna see me unhappy But instead I'm in a Lamborghini (Skrrt) With a tint, my windows tinted like I care who see me If I tell you all my secrets, it won't be a secret But if I tell you a secret, I hope that you can keep it Mike Amiri denims, couldn't fit the fucking ratchet I'm with a shooter, sorry, if he gotta fucking bag niggas Started calling me the GOAT, I came up from the grass, nigga I got water on my wrist, I told her look at that river I wanna act like I don't know you now My niggas told me I should expose you now But she used to hold it down Just hold it down, just hold it down See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like She used to call me her daddy Told her I can't fall in love now she, damn She upset, she throwing subs at me She just wanna see me unhappy She used to say, "what's up, daddy" Now she walk past me with a mug, she keep calling me a dub Plus she won't stop throwing subs at me She just wanna see me unhappy She wanna be my baby, but she can't take it, ah I only wear this chain for special occasions I be talking too much money, that's a different language And I started losing friends when I got famous If it don't make a dollar, then it don't make sense, amen I be stuffing hundreds in Melody piggy bank I'm that nigga, yeah, I wish a nigga would these days I got rich but I still go back to the hood these days And honestly I be tryna stop thinking about you but even when I do I be reminiscing bad things I did And I know you hate me, you hate me She used to call me her daddy Told her I can't fall in love now she, damn She upset, she throwing subs at me She just wanna see me unhappy She used to say, "what's up, daddy" Now she walk past me with a mug, she keep calling me a dub Plus she won't stop throwing subs at me She just wanna see me unhappy

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Mood Swings

Mood Swings by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

39 ContributorsMood Swings Lyrics Wheezy outta here Beast, beast I'm a beast Oh my God, mood swings Out of line, mood swings Out of time I was broke, I don't cry I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm a God I'm a beast, I'm a Goblin, nigga, let that shit fly Nigga, you don't want no problem I be feelin' like Batman, my niggas always robbin' I just got caught fuckin' my best friend, we wylin', yeah She was my bestie, mm, never knew she was so nasty, mm, yeah And she so sexy, mm, kissin' on bitches like lesbians, yeah Ass so fat, oh, bouncin' up and down like a basketball, yeah Niggas wanna test me, snipe a nigga, treat him like Wesley, yeah Bitch, I go, big .44, yeah, I know they don't want no smoke Big face watch, big bank rolls Big ass bag with the big Lambo' Bitch, I'm bad, young Mike, I'm a G.O.A.T. Mike Amiri pants too tight for the pole Me and my bestie fucked on the low Can you still trust me? I don't know No, I don't know, outta' time I'm so caught out of line Aderall analyze Lost my bro, lost my mind Want my soul, niggas want my life Tryna' take my hoes, tryna fuck my wife Mood swings, sometimes I need two at a time Fuckin' two sets of twins, and one of them shy Fuck two sets of 10s like a couple of dimes Fuck two sets of twins like a couple of times Fuck few sets of twins like a couple of times Percocets, two times Percocets, never knew when to come Percocets, two time Percocets, never knew when to come See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like I'm a beast Oh my God, mood swings Out of line, mood swings Out of time I was broke, I don't cry I'm a G.O.A.T., I'm a God I'm a beast, I'm a Goblin, nigga, let that shit fly Nigga, you don't want no problem I be feelin' like Batman, my niggas always robbin' I just got caught fuckin' my best friend, we wylin', yeah She was my bestie, mm, never know she was so nasty, mm, yeah And she so sexy, mm, kissin' on bitches like lesbians, yeah Ass so fat, oh, bouncin' up and down like a basketball, yeah Niggas wanna test me, snipe a nigga, treat him like Wesley, yeah

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Get to You

Get to You by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

69 ContributorsGet to You Lyrics Metro Boomin' make it boom Yeah, Metro Boomin' make it boom, make it boom Don't be telling me you're through 'Cause I be thinking, that it's true, that it's true Telling me about your new boo When I don't wanna face the truth, if it's true I just wanna get to you Anything to get to you, get to you I just wanna get to you Anything to get to you, get to you I always had you in some new Loubs Never let you complain about your shoes, 'bout your shoes When nobody would listen to me I know, that I can talk to you, talk to you 'Cause everybody else is clueless, no excuses Keep on saying they gon' do shit, never do shit She keep saying she gon' use me, I'ma use her I got on so many jewels, I feel like a jeweler I pulled up in a Patek, you pulled up in a Muller Double wedding band ring, she pulled up in a new fur Metro Boomin' on the beat, I feel like I'm cheating Showing me that nipple ring, I feel like you teasing You keep begging me to eat, girl, why you beasting? Can I take you to my suite? Yeah, for a weekend Can you come and give me brain? Make me a genius I could make that bussy beatbox, while I'm singing See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like But when you tell me you're through I start to think, that shit is true, is it true? Telling me about your new boo When I don't wanna face the truth, if it's true I just wanna get to you Anything to get to you, get to you I just wanna get to you Anything to get to you, get to you I just wanna get to... I need to care to you, carefully, carefully I'm moving carefully, iggin' me, iggin' me It don't make sense to me, send for me, send for me Need you to win for me, care for me, care for me And if you care, make time for me, make time for me And when you lie to me, it just be killing me You're acting differently, I need to get to you I need you there for me, I need to get to you I need to get to you, carefully, carefully I'm moving carefully, iggin' me, iggin' me It don't make sense to me, sin for me, sin for me Need you to win for me, care for me, care for me And if you care, make time for me, make time for me And when you lie to me it just be killing me You're acting differently, I need to care to you I need you there for me If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

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Artist

Artist by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

21 ContributorsArtist Lyrics I promised you would've liked it If I was invited She said she wanna be mine She wasn't with it to ride I had to kick her aside I know it just ain't right But baby you was invited I promised you would've liked it She know I be on my grind So I don't really have time To hit you back on time I would've been in your life But I just wasn't invited I think that I would've liked it I was excited, I thought you was mine You were really wastin' my time But damn I can't lie She ride the pipe like she bike it You was the rock to my diamond The way we could've been shining We would've been fine But girl you had to decide I thought that you was my type I wish that I could rewind it But I guess I'll never mind it Tell me what you want Tell me why you frontin'? Is this really what you wanted? Keep it a hunnit Every time you started fussin' I changed the subject Every time you hear this song is gon' get you upset You gon' hear it in they headphones on the buses If I see you up in public straight stuntin' Cop another pair of Mains then I go to London Would've put you on a plane in some Red Bottoms See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like She said she wanna be mine She wasn't with it to ride I had to kick her aside I know it just ain't right But baby you was invited I promised you would've liked it She know I be on my grind So I don't really have time To hit you back on time I would've been in your life But I just wasn't invited I think that I would've liked it You was a slide I don't think I can look at you in ya eyes You cheated on me and lied And I think you liked it You're so damn trifling You was a thot and I wifed it There's no one like this Look at my ice you could've been right beside it I'm still thug lifin' with no gun license You my lil' light skin Cause I know she gon' hide it You pro'lly think I'm bluffin' I ain't frontin' I turn nothing into something Now I'm stuntin it's just us I won't switch up yeah I love my Bousins others talk behind my back So I can't trust them Oh I think I started something now they upset Everybody I came up with I'm still stuck with Every girl that I was with I had no luck with Now all I ever wanna do is boss shit She said she wanna be mine She wasn't with it to ride I had to kick her aside I know it just ain't right But baby you was invited I promised you would've liked it She know I be on my grind So I don't really have time To hit you back on time I would've been in your life But I just wasn't invited I think that I would've liked it Why you think my name is Artist? I'm an Artist

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24 Hours

24 Hours by A Boogie wit da Hoodie (Ft. Lil Durk)

41 Contributors24 Hours Lyrics How you gon' treat me like I'm see-through? Seven days a week, I wanna— Baby, when I see you, I'ma— These bitches always want somethin' from me, it's way different every time it's me and you You loved me when I was bummy, now I got money, baby, let me freeze you I said, get your pretty ass right here 'cause I miss you Get up in your bag, ass fat, Gucci swimsuit Know you got it bad when you're stuck in the house and you keep on thinkin' how these other niggas did you You don't even wanna call my line, turned sherm 'causе you said I wanna fuck all day Saint Laurent on, but I'm a Louis-wearin'-ass nigga, burned Truе Religions, been slumped Balmains Singin' nigga but I will get you rolled on Don't make my niggas feel a way, ain't hurt no one in so long They wanna off me But I got so much money, if I react, they'll say I'm so wrong You loved me when I was bummy, now I got money, baby, slide by Don't you play with me, I wanna see you How you gon' treat me like I'm see-through? (See-through) Five hundred thousand dollar cars when I pleased you (Five hundred thousand dollars, baby) Twenty-four hours, baby, twelve times two (Twenty-four hours, baby) Seven days a week, I wanna see you (Seven days a week, I wanna) How you gon' treat me like I'm see-through? (Baby, when I see you, I'ma) Five hundred thousand dollar cars when I pleased you (Five hundred thousand dollars) Twenty-four hours, baby, twelve times two (Twenty-four hours) See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like I be tellin' you all the things I wanna do to you Kissin' on the inside of your thighs, got you swimming pool Lickin' every hole on your body, got you shakin' too Like when you in control of the bed, look what you make me do Kiss me, lick me, hug me, fuck me, while I Get the Maybach truck, she said, "It's ugly, but I'll try" Tell you I love you before I take off, ain't no Wi-Fi Soon as I land, I check my texts, send a reply The trenches, I love you, ain't got no bitches Let's get it, got a real nigga in they feelings I'm healin', I just wanna see you, I ain't really with the distance Wanna lick between all your toes, not to mention I seen her with her wig off, she comfortable I never cared about your past, who was fuckin' you And I know that shit forever when I'm touchin' you Put my daughter in your stomach at the W I wanna see you How you gon' treat me like I'm see-through? Five hundred thousand dollar cars when I pleased you (Five hundred thousand dollars, baby) Twenty-four hours, baby, twelve times two (Twenty-four hours, baby) Seven days a week, I wanna see you (Seven days a week, I wanna see you) How you gon' treat me like I'm see-through? (Baby, when I see you, I'ma) Five hundred thousand dollar cars when I pleased you (Five hundred thousand dollars) Twenty-four hours, baby, twelve times two (Twenty-four hours, baby) Seven days a week, I wanna— (Seven days a week, I wanna—) Mmm-mmm-mmm You loved me when I was bummy, now I got money, baby, what's up? I just want you to know You don't even wanna call me "Artist" no more That type of bitch that can't nobody afford Gettin' money that type of time she be on What's up? You know I'm ballin', but I miss her

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Fuck Love

Fuck Love by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

17 ContributorsFuck Love Lyrics Fuck love Nigga what's love? Fuck love My nigga (Na Na na Na nah) She let me come to her room I decorated her walls I had to go to the store I wasn't fucking her raw I'm looking at her face and she had a frown on it Before I made it to the door she went down on it Do your damn thing, you know you deserve it I mean, after all think it was worth it Throw that ass round in a circle like a circus You clowned on me on purpose Now I'm drinking codeine thinking old things Feeling like a biker all I rock is Balmains We Used to fuck all night til' the morning You ain't have to worry about them other bitches on me On some G shit, you lied in my fucking eyes That was weak shit I feel like young LL on the remix You took my heart, I let you keep it Now everything we beenthrough It don't mean shit See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like You really got me fucked up Jacking fuck love Fuck love Nigga, what's love? Jacking fuck love (Na na Na nah nah Na) I'm like damn, this is the way I am I do it all just to feed my fam' Finally made a clean song they didn't think I can Cuz' the radio won't even play my jam It's like damn, this is the way I am Fuck love, that's the way I am 1K for a verse, next year 5 bands Now none of these rappers wanna shake my hand It's like damn homie I thought you would understand homie Fuck happened to you I got a buzz now I owe you favors Once they see you getting paper They turn to haters (Ah) I told you to keep your eyes open You left me there, you left me wide open I ain't playing, nigga I'm not joking (Ah) You really got me fucked up I'm jacking fuck love Fuck love Nigga, what's love? I'm jacking fuck love

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Bleed

Bleed by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

36 ContributorsBleed Lyrics I don't need love, that shit is so, so petty Don't you go tweet about it, we could speak about it if you really, really with me Growing up bein' in the gas stations, in the CVSs gettin' gifties, yeah And if you really my nigga Word to mother, we gon' split it fifty-fifty, yeah They call me a SoundCloud boy They stealin' my sound now, boy I feel like I'm really the king in my city I got the crown now, boy Two .38s on the side of me, lookin' like a cowboy, yeah Niggas be actin' like bitches, I might as well just call you tomboys Don't play with me, .38 on me and I'm feelin' so, so special Niggas is lucky I'm busy gettin' money 'cause I really could've left you Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary I probably got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri Yeah, beasty, used to lurk in the bushes Now when I open my eyes I look in the sky, hopin' I make it to Heaven You can have family ties, all rats gotta die You can still be a dub if you tellin' And even if it was my cousin, it is a dub Fuck it, just knock off his melon I swear I don't need love, that shit is so, so petty Don't you go tweet about it, we could speak about it if you really, really with me Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary Probably got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like Heard they wanna catch me lackin', oh, please Yeah, they don't know I'm really odee Niggas rattin', eatin' on cheese Just free the real until they all free Hoodie on, rockin' long sleeves, uh, uh Richard Mille make my wrist bleed, mmm, mmm Lamborghini car keys, vroom, vroom I don't know why they actin' like they G'd up, hmm, mmm Wipe a nigga nose like he sneezin', hmm, mmm Go to Elliot for Aquafina, huh, uh Chain lookin' like a hockey puck, hmm, like a freezer, hmm You told me never say never Then you told me you would never get me set up (Yeah) But love is a set-up already Should have said “I love you" to a Bentley (Mmm) I know niggas that ain't even graduate can't leave the country, they felons already But fuck it, at least they know better Any nigga could tell ain't no tellin' I done seen niggas tell on they brother, them niggas was there for you when you were strugglin' I done seen niggas love on they bitch and go kiss her and hug her right after she suckin' dick And you gotta watch out for niggas that's watchin' your money, watch who you get money with And don't you compete with your own gang, no, don't you go be on no funny shit 'Cause niggas will tell on they whole gang 'cause they was jealous, so jealous, yeah I was addicted to Balmain, I did every Amiri denim (Yeah) I'm not a regular person, I threw away all my Margielas (Yeah) Got a closet with nothing but fly shit, trendsetter from my hat to my sweater, yeah, yeah I swear I don't need love, that shit is so, so petty Don't you go tweet about it, we could speak about it if you really, really with me Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary Probably got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri Hoodie on, rockin' long sleeves, uh, uh Richard Mille make my wrist bleed, uh, uh Lamborghini car keys, vroom vroom

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1Hunnit

1Hunnit by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

29 Contributors1Hunnit Lyrics One hundred, keep it one hundred I just hope you don't switch up on me I love it when you keep it one hunnit Run it up, run it up on 'em Girl, we could run it up on 'em I just hope you don't switch up on me I love it when you keep it one hunnit One hundred, one hundred, keep it one hundred One hundred, one hundred, keep it one hundred Run it up, run it up on 'em Girl, we could run it up on 'em I just hope you don't switch up on me I love it when you keep it one hunnit One hunnit, one hunnit keep it one hunnit One hunnit, one hunnit keep it one hunnit Never really wanted to talk about it Fuck it though, I'm 'bout to talk about it Something told me write a song about it We probably ain't gonna get along about it I froze up when I seen you with him That shit made me want to leave you with him I never even cheated, God damn, girl, I should've cheated And I ain't fucking with these bitches, these bitches be eating And I don't want to be a player, you gave me a reason Fucked some bitch the other day, I wanted to get even Why are we even doing this, let's just call it even Am I tripping for thinking you was the one I needed? You was all that I wanted you was my everything and You would come home to me, I eat it up like Reese's You was my peanut butter, you know I love my Reese's See A Boogie wit da Hoodie LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like Run it up, run it up on 'em Girl we could run it up on 'em I just hope you don't switch up on me I love it when you keep it one hunnit One hunnit, one hunnit keep it one hunnit One hunnit, one hunnit keep it one hunnit Don't you lie to me, girl be honest If I wasn't wearing all this designer and fly shit Tell me would you still ride like Jamaicans grinding? And when I cop my first Bimmer, bet you wanna drive it Nigga, fuck it, I'ma make it and go into college Think she fucking cause the name of the label is Highbridge If they wanna know the price of this motherfucking diamond Fuck it, we could talk about it with bro Avianne And my flow so cold so I wear a Moncler If you ratting you a dub, and you don't belong here My bitch got a fat butt, Brazilian, long hair Goddamn, we been rocking Balmain all year If you rocking with me, you rocking Balmain too A Boogie wit da Hoodie and the Balmain crew Fifty karats on your ring if you want me too I just hope you don't switch up, this is all we do Run it up, run it up on 'em Girl, we could run it up on 'em I just hope you don't switch up on me I love it when you keep it one hundred One hundred, one hundrd, keep it one hundred One hundred, one hundred, keep it one hundred Bought my new bitch a Chanel bag and she went and told her friends about it I cut my old bitch off, she so mad and I know she still think about me No new niggas always so mad circle shining like a ring with diamonds I keep some gangsta niggas with me know that if you even try to think about it If they catch a body, I swear I will never speak about it Bring me my bottle, all I wanna do is drink about it I could sleep about it This ain't even an automatic, my nigga three come out it Same damn time, that's a drilla, read about it

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Electric Relaxation

Electric Relaxation by A Tribe Called Quest

Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized With your black hair and your fat-ass thighs Street poetry is my everyday But yo, I gotta stop when you trot my way If I was workin' at the club, you would not pay A-yo, my man Phife Diggy, he got somethin' to say You might also like I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian (Uhh) Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation Told you in the jam that We Can Get Down Now let's knock the boots like the group H-Town You got BBD all on your bedroom wall But I'm above the rim, and this is how I ball A gritty little somethin' on the New York street This is how I represent over this here beat Talkin' 'bout you... Yo, I took you out But sex was on my mind for the whole damn route My mind was in a frenzy and a horny state But I couldn't drop dimes 'cause you couldn't relate Relax yourself, girl, please settle down (You couldn't relate) Relax yourself, girl, please settle down (You couldn't relate) Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Stretch out your legs, let me make you bawl Drive you insane, drive you up the wall Starin' at your dome-piece, very strong Stronger than pride, stronger than Teflon Take you on the Ave. and you buy me links Now I wanna pound the poontang until it stinks You can be my mama and I'll be your boy Original rude boy, never am I coy You can be a shorty in my ill convoy Not to come across as a thug or a hood (What?) But hun, you got the goods, like Madelyne Woods By the way, my name's Malik, the Five-Foot Freak Let's say we get together by the end of the week? She simply said, "No", labelled me a hoe I said, "How you figure?" — "My friends told me so" I hate when silly groupies wanna run they yap Word to God, hun, I don't get down like that I'll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speak Or we could do like Uncle L and swing an ep. in my Jeep Keep it on the down, yo, we keep it discreet See, I'm not the type of kid to have my biz in the streets If my mom don't approve, then I'll just elope Let me save the little man from inside the boat Let me hit it from the back, girl, I won't catch a hernia Bust off on your couch, now you got Seaman's Furniture Shaheed, Phife and the Extra P Stacy Beadle, PJ and my man LG They know the Abstract is really soul on ice The character is of men, never ever of mice Shorty, let me tell you 'bout my only vice It has to do with lots of lovin', and it ain't nothin' nice Relax yourself, girl, please settle down (It ain't nothin' nice) Relax yourself, girl, please settle down (It ain't nothin' nice) Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down

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We the People....

We the People.... by A Tribe Called Quest

We don't believe you 'cause we the people Are still here in the rear, ayo, we don't need you You in the killing-off-good-young-nigga mood When we get hungry we eat the same fucking food The ramen noodle Your simple voodoo is so maniacal, we're liable to pull a juju The irony is that this bad bitch in my lap She don't love me, she make money, she don't study that She gon' give it to me, ain't gon' tell me run it back She gon' take the brain to wetter plains, she spit on that The doors have signs with, don't try to rhyme with VH1 has a show that you can waste your time with Guilty pleasures take the edge off reality And for a salary I'd probably do that shit sporadically The OG Gucci boots are smitten with iguanas The IRS piranha see a nigga gettin' commas Niggas in the hood living in a fishbowl Gentrify here, now it's not a shit hole Trendsetter, I know, my shit's cold Ain't settling because I ain't so bold but ay All you Black folks, you must go All you Mexicans, you must go And all you poor folks, you must go Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways So all you bad folks, you must go You might also like The fog and the smog of news media that logs False narratives of Gods that came up against the odds We're not just nigga rappers with the bars It's kismet that we're cosmic with the stars You bastards overlooking street art Better yet, street smarts but you keep us off the charts So motherfuck your numbers and your statisticians Fuck y'all know about true competition? That's like a AL pitcher on deck talking about he hittin' The only one who's hitting are the ones that's currently spittin' We got your missy smitten rubbing on her little kitten Dreaming of a world that's equal for women with no division Boy, I tell you that's vision Like Tony Romo when he hitting Witten The Tribe be the best in they division Shaheed Muhammad cut it with precision Who can come back years later, still hit the shot? Still them tryna move we off the fucking block Babylon, bloodclaat Two pon yuh headtop All you Black folks, you must go All you Mexicans, you must go And all you poor folks, you must go Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways So all you bad folks, you must go

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Scenario

Scenario by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Leaders of the New School)

Here we go, yo, here we go, yo So what, so what, so what's the scenario? Here we go, yo, here we go, yo So what, so what, so what's the scenario? Ayo, Bo knows this (What?) And Bo knows that (What?) But Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap Well, what do you know? The Di-Dawg is first up to bat No batteries included, and no strings attached No holds barred, no time for move-fakin' Gots to get the loot, so I can bring home the bacon Brothers front, they say, "The Tribe can't flow" But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe, so Sleep if you want, Nytol will help you get your Z's, troop But here's the real scoop I'm all that and then some, short, dark, and handsome Bust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from I'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here My days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (Yeah!) Head for the border, go get a taco Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go Sit back, relax, and let yourself go Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know You might also like Yes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!) Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe, y'all! (Tribe, y'all!), real live, y'all! (Live, y'all!) Inside, outside, come around (Who's that?) Broooown! So may I say, call me Charlie The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley Lay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates Contact! Can I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip With a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip East coast stompin', rippin', and rompin' New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton Checka-checka-check it out The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce And wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow? We're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex Next it's the textbook, old to the new But the rest are doo-doo From radio to the video, to Arsenio Tell me, yo, what's the scenario? (True, blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo Scenarios, radios, rates more than four Scores for the s'mores that smother dance floors Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore Ship-shape, crushed grapes, apes that play tapes Papes make drakes baked for the wakes Of an L-ah, an -eader! Simply just a leader Base in the space means peace, see you later Later (Later!) Later, alligator Pop blows the weasel and the urge to inflate her So, yo, the D, what, the O Incorporated I-N-C into a flow Funk flipped, flat back, first this, foul, fight, fight, fight, laugh Yo, how'd that sound? (Oooh!) It's a Leader-Quest mission and we got the goods here (Here!) Never on the left, 'cause my right's my good ear (Ear!) I could give a damn about a ill subliminal Stay away from crime, so I ain't no criminal! I love my young nation, groovy sensation No time for hibernation, only elation Don't ever try to test the water, little kid Yo, Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did I heard you rushed and rushed and attacked Then they rebuked and you had to smack Causin' rambunction throughout the sphere Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear (You know I did it) So don't violate or you'll get violated The hip hop sound is well agitated Won't ever waste no time on a played out ego So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario: Watch as I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind Powerful impact (Boom!) from the cannon! Not braggin', tryna read my mind, just imagine Vocabulary's necessary when diggin' into my library Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Eatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh, uh Ugh, ugh, ugh! All over the track, man Ugh, pardon me, ugh! As I come back! As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon When I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron Rawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers, 'cause your pants are saggin' Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban And have you smellin' rank like some old, stale urine Chickity Choco, the chocolate chicken The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kickin' Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme The rhythm is in sync (Uh!), the rhymes are on time (Time!) Rippin' up the sound just like Horatio Observe the vibe and check out the scenario Here we go, yo, here we go, yo (Yeah, my man, motherfucker) So what, so what, so what's the scenario? Here we go, yo, here we go, yo So what, so what, so what's the scenario? Here we go, yo, here we go, yo So what, so what, so what's the scenario? Here we go, yo, here we go, yo So what, so what, so what's the scenario?

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Can I Kick It?

Can I Kick It? by A Tribe Called Quest

Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) Well, I'm gone (Go on then!) Can I kick it? To all the people who can Quest like A Tribe does Before this, did you really know what live was? Comprehend to the track, for it's why cuz Gettin measures on the tip of the vibers Rock and roll to the beat of the funk fuzz Wipe your feet really good on the rhythm rug If you feel the urge to freak, do the jitterbug Come and spread your arms if you really need a hug Afrocentric living is a big shrug A life filled with fun that's what I love A lower plateau is what we're above If you diss us, we won't even think of Will Nipper the doggy give a big shove? This rhythm really fits like a snug glove Like a box of positives it's a plus, love As the Tribe flies high like a dove (Can I kick it?) You might also like Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) Well, I'm gone (Go on then!) Can I kick it? To my Tribe that flows in layers Right now, Phife is a poem sayer At times, I'm a studio conveyor Mr. Dinkins, would you please be my mayor? You'll be doing us a really big favor Boy this track really has a lot of flavor When it comes to rhythms, Quest is your savior Follow us for the funky behavior Make a note on the rhythm we gave ya Feel free, drop your pants, check your ha-ir Do you like the garments that we wear? I instruct you to be the obeyer A rhythm recipe that you'll savor Doesn't matter if you're minor or major Yes, the Tribe of the game we're the player As you inhale like a breath of fresh air (Can I kick it?)

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Check the Rhime

Check the Rhime by A Tribe Called Quest

Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, check the rhyme Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden We used to kick routines and the presence was fittin' It was I, The Abstract And me, the Five Footer I kicks the mad style so step off the frankfurter Yo, Phife, you remember that routine That we used to make spiffy like Mr. Clean? Um... um... a tidbit, um... a smidgen I don't get the message so you gots to run the pigeon Heh, okay, you on point, Phife? All the time, Tip You on point, Phife? All the time, Tip You on point, Phife? All the time, Tip Well, then grab the microphone and let your words rip Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram I'm like an energizer 'cause, you see, I last long My crew is never ever wack because we stand strong Now if you say my style is wack, that's where you're dead wrong I slayed that Buddy in El Segundo then Push it Along You'd be a fool to reply that Phife is not the man 'Cause you know and I know that you know who I am A special shout of peace goes out to all my pals, you see And a middle finger goes for all you punk MC's 'Cause I love it when you wack MC's despise me They get vexed, I roll next, can't none contest me I'm just a fly MC who's five foot three and very brave On top remaining, no home training 'cause I misbehave I come correct in full effect have all my hoes in check And before I get the butt, the Jim must be erect You see, my aura's positive, I don't promote no junk See, I'm far from a bully and I ain't a punk Extremity in rhythm, yeah, that's what you heard So just clean out your ears and just check the word You might also like Check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all Check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all Check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all Check it out, check it out Check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all Check the rhyme y'all, play tapes y'all Check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all Check it out, check it out Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden We used to kick routines and the presence was fittin' It was I, the Phifer And me, the Abstract The rhymes were so rumpin' that the brothers rode the 'zack Aiyo Tip, do you recall when we used to rock What? Those fly routines on your cousin's block? Um, let me see... damn, I can't remember I receive the message and you will play the sender You on point Tip? All the time, Phife You on point Tip? Yeah, all the time, Phife You on point Tip? Yo, all the time, Phife So play the resurrector and give the dead some life Okay, if knowledge is the key then just show me the lock Got the scrawny legs but I move just like Lou Brock With speed, I'm agile plus I'm worth your while One hundred percent intelligent black child My optic presentation sizzles the retina How far must you go to gain respect? Umm... Well, it's kinda simple, just remain your own Or you'll be crazy, sad and alone Industry rule number four-thousand-and-eighty; Record company people are shady So kids, watch your back 'cause I think they smoke crack I don't doubt it, look at how they act Well, off to better things like a hip-hop forum Pass me the rock and I'll score 'em with decorum And proper—what you say, Hammer? Proper Rap is not pop, if you call it that then stop NC, y'all check the rhyme y'all SC, y'all check it out y'all Virginia, check the rhyme y'all Check it out, check it out In London, check the rhyme, y'all

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Buggin’ Out

Buggin' Out by A Tribe Called Quest

Yo, microphone check one, two, what is this? The five foot assassin with the roughneck business I float like gravity, never had a cavity Got more rhymes than the Winans got family No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame No shame in my game cause I'll always be the same Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have You wanna diss the Phifer but you still don't know the half I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path Mess around with this you catch a size eight up your ass I never half-step cause I'm not a half-stepper Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper Refuse to compete with BS competition Your name ain't Special Ed So won't you seckle with the mission I never walk the street thinking it's all about me Even though deep in my heart, it really could be I just try my best to like go all out Some might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out Zulu Nation, brothers last creation Minds get flooded, ejaculation Right on the two-inch tape The Abstract poet incognito, runs the cape Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse To get my point across, so bust, the floss As I go in between, the grit and the dirt Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm As I crack the, monotone Children of the jazz so, get your own Smokin R&B cause they try to do me Or the best of the pack but they can't do rap For it's Abstract, original You can't get your own and that's, pitiful I know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug On R&B, but I can't and that's bugged You might also like Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out Yo when you bug out You usually have a reason for the action Sometimes you don't it's just for mere satisfaction People be hounding, always surrounding Pulsing, just like a migraine pounding You don't really fret, you stay in your sense Camouflage your feeling, of absolute tense You soar off to another world, deep in your mind But people seem to take that, as being unkind "Oh yo he's acting stank," really on a regal? A man of the fame not a man of the people Believe that if you wanna but I tell you this much Riding on the train with no dough, sucks Once again a case of your feet in my Nike's If a crowd is in my realm I'm saying -- mic please Hip-hop is living, can't yank the plug If you do the result, will end up kind of bugged Yo, I am not an invalid although I used to smoke the weed out Ali Shaheed Muhammad used to say I had to be out Scheming on the cookies with the crazy booming back buns Pushing on them real hard just so we can have the big fun When I left for road, see, I was Boulevard status Battling an MC was when Tip was at his maddest It was one MC after one MC What the world could they be wanting see from little old me Do I have the formula to save the world? Or was it just because I used to Swipe the women and all the girls I'm the type of brother with the crazy extended hand, kid Dissed by all my brothers I was all up what my man did Supposed to be my man But now I wonder cause you're feeble I go out with the strongies and I separate the evils It's your brain against my mind, for those about to boot out All you nasty critters even though you see I bug out Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out

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Bonita Applebum

Bonita Applebum by A Tribe Called Quest

81 ContributorsBonita Applebum Lyrics Do I love you? Do I lust for you? Am I a sinner because I do the two? Can you let me know? Right now, please Bonita Applebum Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, I said, "You gotta put me on" Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, I said, "You gotta put me on" Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, I said, "You gotta put me on" Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita, Bonita, Bonita Hey, Bonita, glad to meet ya (Heh) For the cunning, stunning you, miss, I must beseech ya (Mmh) Hey, being with you is a top priority Ain't no need to question the authority (Mhm) Chairman of the board, the chief of affections (Hm) You got mine's to swing in your direction Hey, you're like a hip hop song, you know? (Heh-heh) Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on You might also like Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, I said, "You gotta put me on" Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, I said, "You gotta put me on" Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, I said, "You gotta put me on" Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita, Bonita, Bonita 38-24-37 (Mmm, mmm, mmm) You and me, hun, we're a match made in heaven (*kissing*) I like to kiss ya where some brothers won't (Listen up) I like to tell ya things some brothers don't (Mhm) If only you could see through your elaborate eyes Only you and me, hun, the love never dies Satisfaction, I have the right tactics And if you need 'em, I got crazy prophylactics So far, I hope you like rap songs Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, I said, "You gotta put me on" Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, I said, "You gotta put me on" Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, I said, "You gotta put me on" Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita, Bonita, Bonita Ayo, who's having a ball? And you know, they ask me to get on the mic And they ask me Can I kick it? Word (Yes you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes, you—)

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Jazz (We’ve Got)

Jazz (We've Got) by A Tribe Called Quest

We got the jazz, we got the jazz We got the jazz, we got the jazz We got the jazz, we got the jazz We got the jazz, we got the jazz Stern firm and young with a laid-back tongue The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21 Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound Captivate the mass, cause the prose was profound Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your Jeep Or your Honda, or your Bimmer, or your Legend, or your Benz The rave of the town to your foes and your friends So push it, along, trails, we blaze Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise The tranquility will make you unball your fist For we put Hip Hop on a brand new twist A brand new twist with a whole heap of mystic So low-key that you probably missed it And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd When the guy takes the beat, they bowed So raise up squire, adjust your attire We have no time to wallow in the mire If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead Join in the essence of the cool-out breed Then cool out to the music cause it makes you feel serene With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things Like getting stomach aches when you gotta go to work Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk I don't really mind if it's over your head Cause the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer You might also like We got the jazz, we got the jazz We got the jazz, we got the jazz We got the jazz, we got the jazz We got the jazz, we got the jazz Competition dem try fe come side way But competition they must come straight way Competition dem try fe come side way But competition they must come straight way How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again All through the years my mic has been my best friend I know some brothers wonder, can Phife really kick it? Some even wanna diss me, but why sweat it? I'm all into my music cos it's how I make papes Try to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes Me sweat another? I do my own thing Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing I grew up as a Christian so to Jah I give thanks Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks I sing, and chat, I do all of that It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack I take off my hat to other crews that tend to rock But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop I got Tip and Shah (huh), so whom shall I fear? (Word) Stop look and listen, but please don't stare (uh) So jet to the store, and buy the LP (yeah) On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's Produced and arranged (huh?) by the four-man crew And oh shit, Skeff Anselm, he gets props too (ha-ha) Make sure you have a system with some fat house speakers (Yeah) So the new shit can rock (uh), from Bronx to Massapequa (uh) Cause where I come from quality is job one And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done So peace to that crew (yeah), and peace to this crew (Yeah) Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theatre nearest you Hey yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up Please let the Abstract embellish on the cut Back and forth just like a Cameo song If you dig this joint then please come dance along To the music cause it's done just for the rhyme Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass Cause the Tribe originates that feeling of pizazz It's the universal sound, bless the brothers on the ground And the ones six below, you didn't have to go Some say that I'm eccentric cause I once had an orgy And sometimes for breakfast I eat grits and porgies If this is a stinker, then call me a skunk, I ask ("What's, wrong?") Now check it out All my peoples in Queens ya don't stop Now all my peoples in Brooklyn ya don't stop And all my peoples uptown ya don't stop That includes the Bronx and Harlem ya don't stop Now to that girl Ramelle ya don't stop I said because Ladies First ya don't stop And to the JB's, ya don't stop And De La Soul, ya don't stop To my Brand Nubians ya don't stop And to my Leaders of the New ya don't stop To my man Large Professor ya don't stop Pete Rock for the beat ya don't stop Everybody in the place ya don't stop You keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop And last but not least on the sure shot It's the Zulu nation, heh

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The Space Program

The Space Program by A Tribe Called Quest

I’mma deal with a bigger insult, man The heat, the heat, the heat, the heat It's comin' down hard We’ve got to get our shit together It’s time to go left and not right Gotta get it together forever Gotta get it together for brothers Gotta get it together for sisters For mothers and fathers and dead niggas For non-conformists, one hitter quitters For Tyson types and Che figures Let’s get it together, come on let’s make it Gotta make it to make it, to make it, to make it, to make it To make something happen, to make something happen To make something happen, let’s make something happen Word to Phifer Gonna bring it to the overlord, drinkin' Cisco Chilling with the gold microphone cords And we grip our balls every time we stuntin' on tour 'Cause we never bore, responding to the ready crowd's roar And promoters try to hit us with the art of war We about our business, we not quitters Not bullshitters, we deliver—we go-get it Don’t be bitter 'cause we not just niggas Jarobi, my fiber wove into different cloth Ain’t nothing forbidden, this nigga get his written off Hardest spit in the city y’all niggas spitting kitten soft Confused and amazed, shook up with your brain missing lost They planning for our future, people None of our people involved Pouring Henny and Smirnoff to get it cracking off Cracking off a Smirnoff to quickly turn to Molotov Molotov the spaceship doors before that bitch is taking off It always seems the poorest persons Are people forsaken, dawg No Washingtons, Jeffersons, Jacksons On the captain's log They’d rather lead us to the grayest water poison deadly smog Mass un-blackening, it’s happening, you feel it y’all? Rather see we in a three-by-three structure with many bars Leave us where we are so they can play among the stars They taking off to Mars, got the space vessels overflowing What, you think they want us there? All us niggas not going Reputation ain’t glowing, reparations ain’t flowing If you find yourself stuck in a creek, you better start rowing Used to see the TV screen as the place to land my dream in And the car stereo where they would promote the show Optimistic little brother with a hope you know You might also like (Move on to the stars) There ain’t a space program for niggas Yeah, you stuck here, nigga (Move on to the stars) There ain’t a space program for niggas Yeah, you stuck here nigga (Move on to the stars) There ain’t a space program for niggas Yeah, you stuck here, nigga (Move on to the stars) There ain’t a space program for niggas Yeah, you stuck, stuck, stuck (Move on to the stars) Sit and wonder sometimes, I read the paper every day All these happenings is cycular, just happen different ways And the president's refined, in her wing she's confined With about thirty Percocets and five bottles of wine Carolina nothing finer than a Black woman who climbs To the top of the State building claiming that that flag is mine Now, people on top of people, feels like we can’t breathe Put so much in this muthafucka, feel like we shouldn't leave Put it on TV, put it in movies, put it in our face These notions and ideas and citizens live in space I chuckle just like all of y'all, absurdity, after all Takes money to get it running and money for trees to fall Imagine for one second all the people are colored, please Imagine for one second all the people in poverty No matter the skin tone, culture or time zone Think the ones who got it Would even think to throw you a bone? Moved you out your neighbourhood, did they find you a home? Nah cypher, probably no place to Imagine if this shit was really talkin’ about space, dude Imagine if this shit was really talkin’ about space, dude Imagine if this shit was really talkin’ about space, dude Time to go left and not right Gotta get it together forever Gotta get it together for brothers Gotta get it together for sisters For mothers and fathers and dead niggas For non-conformers, won’t hear the quitters For Tyson types and Che figures Let’s make somethin' happen, let’s make somethin' happen Let’s make somethin' happen, let’s make somethin' happen Gotta get it together for brothers Gotta get it together for sisters For mothers and fathers and dead niggas For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters For Tyson types and Che figures Make make make Let’s make somethin' happen, let’s make somethin' happen Let’s make somethin' happen, let’s make somethin' happen Gotta get it together forever Gotta get it together for brothers Gotta get it together for sisters For mothers and fathers and dead niggas For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters For Tyson types and Che figures Let’s make somethin' happen, let’s make somethin' happen Gotta get it together for brothers Gotta get it together for sisters For mothers and fathers and dead niggas For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters For Tyson types and Che figures Make make make Let’s make somethin' happen, let’s make somethin' happen Let’s make somethin' happen, let’s make somethin' happen Gotta get it together forever Gotta get it together for brothers Gotta get it together for sisters For mothers and fathers and dead niggas For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters For Tyson types and Che figures Let’s make somethin' happen, let’s make somethin' happen Gotta get it together for brothers Gotta get it together for sisters For mothers and fathers and dead niggas For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters For Tyson types and Che figures Make, make, make Let’s make somethin' happen, let’s make somethin' happen Let’s make somethin' happen, let’s make somethin' happen The danger must be growing For the rowers keep on rowing And they’re certainly not showing Any signs that they are slowing! "We’re there!" "Where?" "Here!" A small step for mankind But a giant step for us Oompa, loompa, doopa dee doo I’ve got another puzzle for you

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Award Tour

Award Tour by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Trugoy the Dove)

We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man (Right, true) Goin' each and every place with the mic in their hand (Right, true) New York, NJ, NC, VA (Right, true) (Right, true) We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man (Right, true) Goin' each and every place with the mic in their hand (Right, true) Oaktown, LA, San Fran, St. John (Right, true) (Right) People, give your ears, so I be sublime It's enjoyable to know you and your concubines Niggas, take off your coats, ladies, act like gems Sit down, Indian style, as we recite these hymns See, lyrically I'm Mario Andretti on the MOMO Ludicrously speedy, or infectious with the slow-mo Heard me in the 80's, J.B.'s on "The Promo" In my never-endin' quest to get the paper on the caper But now, let me take it to the Queens side I'm takin' it to Brooklyn side All the residential Questers who invade the air Hold up a second, son, 'cause we almost there You can be a black man and lose all your soul You can be white and groove, but don't crap the roll See my shit is universal if you got knowledge of dolo Or delf or self, see there's no one else Who can drop it on the angle, acute at that So do that, do that, do that, that, that (Come on) Do that, do that, do that, that, that (Yeah, okay) Do that, do that, do that, that, that I'm buggin' out, but let me get back, 'cause I'm wettin' niggas So run and tell the others, 'cause we are the brothers I learned how to build mics in my workshop class So give me this award and let's not make it the last You might also like We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man (Right, true) Goin' each and every place with the mic in their hand (Right, true) Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo (Right, true) (Right, true) We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man (Right, true) Goin' each and every place with the mic in their hand (Right, true) Houston, Delaware, DC, Dallas (Right, true) (Right, true) Back in '89 I simply slid into place Buddy, buddy, buddy all up in your face A lot of kids was bustin' rhymes, but they had no taste Some said Quest was wack, but now is that the case? I have a quest to have a mic in my hand Without that it's like Kryptonite and Superman So Shaheed, come in with the sugar cuts Phife Dawg's my name, but on stage call me Dynomutt When was the last time you heard the Phifer sloppy? Lyrics anonymous, you'll never hear me copy Top notch, baby, never comin' less Sky's the limit, you gots to believe up in Quest Sit back, relax, get up out the path If not that, here's a dancefloor, come move that ass Non-believers, you can check the stats I roll with Shaheed and the brother Abstract Niggas know the time when Quest is in the jam I never let a statue tell me how nice I am Comin' with more hits than the Braves and the Yankees Livin' mad phat like an oversized mampi The wackest crews try to diss, it makes me laugh When my track record's longer than a DC-20 aircraft So next time that you think you want somethin' here Make somethin' def or take that garbage to St. Elsewhere We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man (Right, true) Goin' each and every place with the mic in their hand (Right, true) SC, Maryland, New Orleans, Motown (Right, true) (Right, true) We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man (Right, true) Goin' each and every place with the mic in their hand (Right, true) Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo (Right, true) (Right, true) We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man (Right, true) Goin' each and every place with the mic in their hand (Right, true) Houston, Delaware, DC, Dallas (Right, true) (Right, true) We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man (Right, true) Goin' each and every place with the mic in their hand (Right, true) New York, NJ, NC, VA (Right, true) Seven times out of ten we listen to our music at night Thus spawned the title of this program The word 'Maraud' means to loot In this case we maraud for ears

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Excursions

Excursions by A Tribe Called Quest

83 ContributorsExcursions Lyrics Back in the days when I was a teenager Before I had status and before I had a pager You could find the Abstract listenin' to hip-hop My pops used to say, it reminded him of Bebop I said, "Well, Daddy, don't you know that things go in cycles? Way that Bobby Brown is just amping like Michael" It's all expected, things are for the lookin' If you got the money, Quest is for the bookin' Come on everybody, let's get with the fly mode Still got room on the truckload of black boom Listen to the rhymes, then get a mental picture Of this black man, and black woman fixture Why do I say that? 'Cause I gotta speak the truth, man Doin' what we feel for the music is the proof, and Planted on the ground, the act is so together Bona fide strong, you need leverage to sever The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is Delivering each year an LP filled with street goods You can find it on your rack in your record store If you get the record, say your thoughts are adored And appreciated, 'cause we're ever so glad we made it We work hard, so we gotta thank God Dishin' out the plastic, do the dance till you're spastic If you diss—it gets drastic Listen to the rhyme, 'cause it's time to make gravy If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it, baby All the way to Africa, A.K.A. the Motherland Stick out the left, then I'll ask for the other hand That's the right hand, Black man Only if you are noted as my man If I get the credit, then I think I deserve it If you fake moves, don't fix your mouth to word it Get in the zone of positivity, not negativity 'Cause we gotta strive for longevity If you botch up, what's in that (What?) A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half You might also like We gotta make moves (words) Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) We gotta make moves (words) Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) We gotta make moves Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) We gotta make moves Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) "Time, time is a ship on a merciless sea Drifting toward an abyss of nothingness Until it can be recharted for its own destiny Time is an inanimate object paying and paying and paying for no justification for belief Time is dancing, boogalooing-away all memories of past—" We gotta be a winner all the time Can't fall prey to a hip-hop crime With the dope raps and dope tracks we move blocks From the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks Musically the Quest, is on the rise We on these excursions so you must realize That continually, I pop my Zulu If you don't like it, get off the Zulu tip So what can you do in the times which exist You can't fake moves on your brother or your sis But if your sis is a , brother is a jerk Leave 'em both alone and continue with your work Whatever it may be in today's society Everything is fair, least that's how it seems to me You must be honest and true to the next Don't be phony and expect one not to flex Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend All it is, is the code of the streets So listen to the knowledge being dropped over beats Beats that are hard, beats that are funky They could get you hooked like a crackhead junkie What you gotta do is know the Tribe is in the sphere The Abstract Poet, prominent like Shakespeare (Or Edgar Allan Poe, or Langston Hughes, or...) We gotta make moves Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) We gotta make moves Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) We gotta make moves Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) We gotta make moves Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) "—time is running out on black power advocates in the day and white thighed supporters at night Every time you see them, they're chasin' some white woman with their tongue hangin' out Time is running and passing, passing and running, running and passing, passing and running—" Excursions

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Conrad Tokyo

Conrad Tokyo by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Jack White & Kendrick Lamar)

Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Just done mash a show, Dawg is off on sabbatical Rather watch the Nixon shit than politicians politic CNN and all this shit, gwaan yo, move with the fuckery Trump and the SNL hilarity Troublesome times kid, no times for comedy Blood clot, you doing, bullshit you spewing As if this country ain't already ruined In lieu of these mumbling, fumbling Swearing they're the greatest Online they debate us, if we different, then we're haters We ended our hiatus, the dogs looking for food The nucleus is here now (ooo) Toleration for devastation, got a hunger for sin Every nation Obama nation, let the coroner in Crooked faces, red and blue laces for the color of men Just embrace it and die alone, song of Revelation Reverends and cattles racing Devils and demons and Deuteronomy Fumigate our economy, 'lluminate broken dreams And manifest all insanity, look around Sayonara tomorrow, it's just blood on the ground You might also like Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Sayonara tomorrow, it's just blood on the ground Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Sayonara tomorrow, it's just blood on the ground Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Sayonara tomorrow, it's just blood on the ground Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Sayonara tomorrow, it's just blood on the ground Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio

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Dis Generation

Dis Generation by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Busta Rhymes)

Handle rocks with the capital G, ball on the beat Status, Chris Paul and John Wall in the league Grabbin' mics till the knuckles would bleed ('Cause I believe The potent that I'm quoting will have you geeked like speed) If rationale is naturale or a weave It's all edges and peas Settin' press, we on a permanent steeze I'm in a world where my princess is Leia And she's feeling my Vader And my lure grows greater and greater Chem trails, droppin' poisonous vapors Have you shaking like Gator Been trill, nigga, process the data Blu-ray, wave file, or a Beta, I'll DVR it for later Kappo Masa with a G to my waiter You can't define us, XY us, or Z us You generational elitists Have your chi in virtual think pieces (See, these written words are poetical science Brain's defiant, thoughts heavy, baby They're a major appliance)Leave a dent when drop with the flyness, fluent giant Dude's nice, he tight, screwed in with some pliers Cool with some buyers Yeah, nigga, cool with some growers (Never no tattletales, only I don't knowers) We a show me generation, show us what you gon' show us So listen, mami, see we could collude with a boing Mouthpiece like Goines, with a jubilant noise Dudes rude and as useless as coins, shoot 'em boys Versed in, rehearsed in the soothing of loins Talk to Joey, Earl, Kendrick, and Cole, gatekeepers of flow They are extensions of instinctual soulIt's the highest in commodity grade And you could get it today You might also like Dis generation, dis generation, dis generation Dis generation, dis generation, dis generation Rules di nation One hitting reading pages of Poe Telly is low, cuddle bunny ready to go Day of the dead Bury all the zombies instead And it's just your aftermath, Busta cuttin' your dreads Bruce Leein' niggas, while you niggas UFC Smoke tree on niggas, sizzle out your USB (Surge pricing on these Ubers, I'mma get me a cab) Yo, where Jarobi at? Imbibing on impeccable grass I be in NYC waiting for that law to pass (Pass shit, been waiting for a Jet's title since last Richard Todd, Todd Bowles, gang green on that ass) Magic Mike on the mic, David Blaine, Douglass Henning In the church of Busta Rhymes, it's my sermon you're getting Horizontal spittin', I'm the exorcist of your writtens Don't interrupt me, nigga, sorry, that's a sin unforgivenLike how we be skipping on beats like cooking crack in the kitchen B-b-b-b-b-b-but wait Just spit the package, dry it, bag up the wet This mad city's not a game, easy, quiet on set, Phife (Student of the past trailblazing a daze Not acknowledging a trend or swept up in a phase We still the highest of commodity grade And you could get it, get it, get it, get it today) Dis generation, dis generation, dis generation Dis generation, dis generation, dis generation Rules di nation This is our generation, generation, uh huh, yeah This our generation, generation, uh huh This our generation, generation, uh huh

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Hot Sex

Hot Sex by A Tribe Called Quest

54 ContributorsHot Sex Lyrics Hot sex on a platter Hot sex on a platter Hot sex on a platter Hot sex on a platter Hot sex on a platter Hot sex on a platter Hot sex on a platter Hot sex on a platter Aiyo, put one up for the Phifer, long time no hear from Suckers walkin' around talkin' about they could get some But that vibe is non-cypher, no can do And if you take I fi' joke, then ask the other two And I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow I'm not Lawn Doctor so just seckle with the hoe Oops... my mistake, I didn't know you went with her Should I run down the line of all the kids that done hit her? Don't be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critter Heard she likes the two-on-one like my man John Ritter But back to the subject, you can't catch wreck You must get respect, to earn respect Suckers think they could hurt me, 'cause now I wear specs You're full of jokes, but yo, your name ain't Flex I got the riches, the bitches, I'm large like a Huxtable You think you're all that, but your girl's quite doable! Yeah, I'm tellin' you G, to back up off me I’m not a man called Hawk, but I ain’t Mr. Softee Rappin' is an art comin' straight from the heart So forget the chart because the action can start You might also like Hot sex on a platter Hot sex on a platter Hot sex on a platter Hot sex on a platter Hot sex on a platter Hot sex on a platter Hot sex on a platter Hot sex on a platter Uh ha... where ya at? To all my people with the funk I'm the undercover brother, dump your hoe in the trunk Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers Niggas, step back, it's the lyrical worker The poems that I create ain't in paperback books The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks My mental is excellin' 'cause I dabble in the books I'm not the one to front on, so suboops-suboops Yo, I gets the pickin's, I'm such a damn Dickens If you step to this then the plot just thickens I'll run you around the track like a bunny and a dog To me, your just another MC on the log A link in the chain, fluid on the brain I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mundane See, I can't maintain, especially if you come back I'm the lyrical master blaster, yeah, I could do that I could also do your girl, so leave the hoe at home 'Cause when I get done, I'll have her strung on bones It's the no-joke pressure that elevates my mind Make me pick up and go when it's time to drop my rhymes My title is rock, the Abstract Poetic I'm in the idle mode but my energy's kinetic So smooth and debonair, special for the ear Gotta keep my thing in gear 'Cause it's evident and clear that I will rock, rock, rock... Hot sex on a platter Hot sex on a platter Hot sex on a platter Hot sex on a platter Hot sex on a platter Hot sex on a platter Hot sex on a platter Hot sex on a platter

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The Donald

The Donald by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Busta Rhymes & Katia Cadet)

84 ContributorsThe Donald Lyrics Phife Dawg, what a go on with the crew? Nuff ting, that's why me had to come through Phife Dawg, you spit wicked every verse Them no say, respect the Trini man first Phife Dawg, I know you had the man shook up Good shit, 'cause you a mastermind that cook up Phife Dawg, what a go on with the crew? Nuff ting, that's why me had to come through Phife Dawg, you spit wicked every verse Them no say, respect Trini man first Phife Dawg, I know on the one and twos Give me that w-w-wait, damn, that's the one part I, alright, let me say Phife Dawg, I know you on the one and twos Give me a zooguh zooguh and do exactly what you do Tribe Called Quest, you see them back with one another Ayo, Busa' Bus', them don't want no problem, brotha Phife Dawg legend, you could call me Don Juice I'm the shit right now, what, you need to see proof? Recently on the internet they chatting Taking polls, debating who could win in battle rapping Let's make it happen, these cyber flows already par No subliminals, with me you know who the fuck you are Who wanna spar? Haha, well, here I are Orthodox spitter or bring on the southpaw No doubt I'mma set it, dudes best be ready Off top on the spot, no reading from your Whackberry Leave the iPhones home, skill sets must be shown I'mma show you the real meaning of the danger zone, huh I got it sewn, eh speak to all clones Untouchable in my zone, watch it, don't leave him alone Fuck your ass cheek flows with bars sweeter than scones Put down microphone You might also like Yes, yes, he the wrong ones to fuck with No matter what the day He could catch you on his plane or the one you on today Visit niggas in their dreams And make them scream of bloody murder He's a Trini gladiator, ain't no need to take it further If you wanna take it further your Huckleberry is here Doctor of your holiday, Wyatt Earp ya like the tears We gon' celebreate him, elevate him, papa had to levitate him Give him his and don't debate him Top dog is the way to rate him Don Juice, Don Juice, Don Juice Phife Dawg what a go on with the crew? Phife Dawg, that's why I had to come through Phife Dawg, you spit wicked every verse Phife Dawg, respect the Trini man first Phife Dawg, I know you had the man shook up Phife Dawg, 'cause your mastermind cook up Phife Dawg, you know they back with one another Phife Dawg, them don't want no problem, brotha Step back, them don't want no problem, brotha Step back, them don't want no problem, brotha Step back, them don't want no problem, brother (Don Juice) Step back, them don't want no problem, brotha Phife Dawg, Don Juice Phife Dawg what a go on with the crew? Phife Dawg, that's why I had to come through Phife Dawg, you spit wicked every verse Phife Dawg, respect the Trini man first Phife Dawg, I know you had the man shook up Phife Dawg, 'cause your mastermind cook up Phife Dawg, you know they back with one another Phife Dawg, them don't want no problem, brotha Step back, them don't want no problem, brotha Step back, them don't want no problem, brotha Step back, them don't want no problem, brotha (Don Juice) Phife Dawg, what a go on with the crew? Phife Dawg, that's why I had to come through Phife Dawg, you spit wicked every verse Phife Dawg, respect the Trini man first Phife Dawg, I know you had the man shook up Phife Dawg, 'cause your mastermind cook up Phife Dawg, you know they back with one another Phife Dawg, them don't want no problem, brotha Step back, them don't want no problem, brotha Step back, them don't want no problem, brotha Step back, them don't want no problem, brotha (Don Juice) Step back, them don't want no problem, brotha Phife Dawg

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Find a Way

Find a Way by A Tribe Called Quest

67 ContributorsFind a Way Lyrics Now, you caught my heart for the evening Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things Should I just sit out or come harder? Help me find my way Messing me up, my whole head Teasing me, just like Tisha did Martin Now look at what you're starting Schoolboy's crush and it ain't on the hush The whole world sees it but you can't (uh) My peoples they complain, sit and rave and rant (come on) Your name is out my mouth like an ancient chant (say what?) Got me like a dog as I pause and pant *heavy breathing* Speakin' of which.. Got a leash and I wish just to rock you, Miss (C'mon) Make a militant move, peep my strategy (What?) End of the day, you're not mad at me (Ugh) Not dealin' with nobody, now that's what you told me (What?) I said, "Hey, yo, it's cool, we can just be friendly" (C'mon) 'Cause yo, picture me messin' it up Her mind not corrupt, with the ill C-cups Shit! I'm on my J.O. (C'mon) Bullshittin', hopin' that the day goes slow (what?) Got me like a friend, what confuses me though Is kisses when we breeze, tell me what's the deal, yo? (Deal yo, yo, yo...) You might also like Now, you caught my heart for the evening Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things Should I just sit out or come harder? Help me find my way (Ha-ha!) Now, you caught my heart for the evening Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things (come on) Should I just sit out or come harder? (huh?) Help me find my way Now, why you wanna go and do that, love, huh? Makin' things for me towards you harder Killin' me, just when I think we there You douse the whole vibe, and the flows in the air Tellin' me 'bout next man But next man ain't the nigga with the plan Who got yo' heart in mind It's about time that you just unwind (C'mon) And let it just happen, make it front-free (Uh) Just sweat me like Moneypenny (Uh) Diggin' you, gettin' inside of your stee (What?) It's the Quest cat keepin' you company (Ha) Forever, or however you want it Word, word! Now wait a minute, ma, before you jet into the curb (Yeah, yeah) Start to make impressions, which is good not the herb But it, it ain't me, and I, I ain't blurred (Ah) I'ma still just chill with you Maybe things could change if you change your view (C'mon) If not, then, I guess it is cool (Yeah) Just keep to yourself and abide by the rules, right Like that y'all Check it out now... Check it out now... Like that now... Check it out now... Wha wha now... Check it out now... Yeah yeah now... Check it out now... Check it out now... It's like that now... Check it out now... Yeah yeah now... Check it out now... (Ahem) What you sayin', what? what? Now, you caught my heart for the evening (Talk it out) Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things (Take your time) Should I just sit out or come harder? Help me find my way (Now sing it, sing it) Now, you caught my heart for the evening (Sing it out) Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things (Take your time) Should I just sit out or come harder? Help me find my way (Now talk it out) Now, you caught my heart for the evening (Sing it out again) Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things (Come on, come on) Should I just sit out or come harder? (Uh) Help me find my way (Now talk it out right now) Now, you caught my heart for the evening (Come on, come on) Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things (What?) Should I just sit out or come harder? (What?) Help me find my way (Come on)

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Kids...

Kids... by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. André 3000)

I ain't even gon' lie, I was probably high Just forgot to call you back, simple as that I ain't no almanac, so lick my dictionary I might just call a cab 'cause I dig canary Yellow accents on a dark bitch I met her back when she kept all her carpet I'm well aware all that shit is fantasy I double dare y'all to fuck your plan B That's demeanor, momma's mannerisms That mean, don't mean to get vulgar, but it's some Hoes in this bitch like a box of donuts It's cold out in this bitch, standing on the corner Condolences to niggas that got erased I pour out some liquor on a cop's grave Mmm, digital church bells Ringin' 'cross the street, sure work well (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) For real (For real?) For real (For real) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) For real (For real?) For real (For real) You might also like I don't wanna get up now, I don't wanna go to school I don't wanna be the best, don't wanna follow rules Mom, I think you fuckin' lied to me Three stacks said all this shit is fantasy It's my time, gon' put a little life to it If life's a obstacle then I'mma bike through it I see it like a kiddie on the carousel If I 'url while I go around, what the hell And that went well, so I'm compelled To have visions of getting chicken while my friends get jel My young nigga motto was, "Fuck it, I'm already grown" And I dream of when I'm sixteen, I'm out my home That petty though, 'cause my mama boyfriend dough It's kinda long like this old head hustle, yo He cognizant of a nigga ride and die I see us getting money through my green eyes (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) For real (For real?) For real (For real) Yeah, all the kids, all the what, uh Yeah, all the badass kids, uh Kids, say I'm the shit I'm Chick-fil-A nuggets, McDonald's french fries The spicy Popeye's and Red Lobster biscuits And girls scout thin mints Pardon my penmanship, but oh shit Feel like I'm hungry now again And I can't do nothing about it because my teeth are all rotted And my mom and my pop, they just grin And empathize with me 'cause they were little like Pygmies But too bad they can't get back they 'member whens Them grown-up stories don't work In the court of the kiddies', the judgement is in And while y'all doing all y'all your bids, y'all reminisce as kids Fuck it, kids, the grown-ups won't own up They stood on the corner Like you once upon a, time And probably felt like a loner And smelled like a stoner, and snuck to Daytona So when they questioning you 'bout who or who you ain't boning Complaining that you always moaning Never saying good morning Storming out my house And slamming doors like you paying bills They been through it too, though They were kids like you, though But what if they knew though And hit you with the cheat code To a game you just start playing, no extra man Leave you reckless on the court With no high percentage shot Just a bunch of, "You got 'em, nigga, just give it what you got" Yeah, it look a little different on a yacht But ain't gon' lie, I miss kayaking I love the young niggas, and they do too, they just be acting Like a bunch of retired tired thespians, a bit too salty Shit, their blood pressure high, why? They don't play no more, probably (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?

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Solid Wall of Sound

Solid Wall of Sound by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Busta Rhymes, Elton John & Jack White)

77 ContributorsSolid Wall of Sound Lyrics Gonna hear electric music (What you gon' hear?) Gonna hear electric music (What you gon' hear?) Gonna hear electric music Solid walls of sound Solid walls of sound (Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound) Solid walls of sound (Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound) Solid walls of sound (Pressure breaking ground, pressure breaking sound) Solid walls of sound (Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound) Solid walls of sound (Tip and Phife in town, Tip and Phife in town) Solid walls of sound (Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound) Solid walls of sound (Solid wall of sound, pushing breaking ground) Solid walls of sound (Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound) Solid walls of sound (Jedi, Ali, Phifey, Tip) Solid walls of sound (Jedi, Ali, Phifey, Tip) Solid walls of sound (Jedi, Ali, Phifey, Tip) Solid walls of sound (Jedi, Phifey, Phifey) You might also like Yo, ATCQ, Massive and crew Bars to any beat, we beat the beat for true Massengale MC’s, you smell like pussy stew Don’t let it be you, man up my youth Phife, you should've spoke of, man you'rein the mode of Leave that to me, el-Hajj Malik The man with a plan who went for it all Like Marauders on a mission when we killin' dance halls Mmm, Saga boy, Trini man Ride out when mic is in mi hand Loved all of mi fans, one, two, three of dem all of the gang With a couple pound a weed and a couple dollar van Hmm, broke pockets, find another plan Yeah, cyan dun, push up on the one And big up the sound man, dibby dibby DJ walk Ayo Bus with them a talk They don’t want no prob, they don’t want no issue Outline them in bloodclaat chalk Earlier in the night when we bring out the music With a box and a band killer sound boy movement Live and direct when it all goes down You an idiot boy, you don't wanna fuck round Big tune make the world go round Make way for the sound boy crown Don't you know we're the wickedest sound One box off in your face make a sound boy frown Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound Sound checking, a million watts are shaking the room In just a few hours you're gonna feel the burn All of the goons are checking their guns at the door A solid wall of sound is here on tour It's gonna get loud—so no phones allowed It's gonna get loud—so no phones allowed

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Oh My God

Oh My God by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Busta Rhymes)

81 ContributorsOh My God Lyrics Ho-pssh, ho-pssh-pssh Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh Uh, uh-uh, uh Uh-uh, uh Uh, uh, uh-uh Listen up, everybody, the bottom line I'm a black intellect but unrefined With precision like a bullet, target bound Just livin' like a hooker, the harlot sounds Now, when I say the harlot, you know I mean the hot Heat of the equator, the broth' that's in the pot Jalick, Jalick, ya wind up ya hip Draftin' of the poets, I'm the #7 pick (Uh) Licks, licks, licks, boy, pon your backside (Ugh) Licks, licks, licks, boy, pon your backside (Ugh) Listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide Tip the earthly body, Heaven's on my side Even in Santo Domingo when I got a Gringo We got mics, when do we go? Know a little nigga who can rhyme when you ask me Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy (Phife) One for the treble, two for the bass You know the style, Tip, it's time to flip this I like my beats hard like two day old shit Steady eatin' booty-MC's like cheese grits My man Al B. Sure, he's in effect mode Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me But just in case, I own more condoms than TLC Now, the formula is this — Me, Tip and Ali For those who can't count, it goes one-two-three The anti-batty boy, big up is who I be Brothers find this hard to do, but never me Some brothers try to diss, but Malik, you see 'em bitchin' Me nah care about dem dibby MC, my shit is hittin' Trini gladiator, anti-hesitater Shaheed push the fader from here to Grenada Mr. Energetic, who me sound pathetic? When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic? I don't know, man, I don't know, man, I don't know, man I don't know, I don't know (Uh) You might also like Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Complementary are we, the three for poetry I got a humdinger comin' hook, line and sinker The Timbo hoofs with the prints on the ground Timbo's on the toes, I like the way it's goin' down Down like a lady of the evening When it goes in Toots, just believe it's in 'Cause Queens is the county (Uh), Jamaica is the place (What?) Take off your cleats, 'cause you can't run the race (Race, race, race, race, race) Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, my God! The title MC means Master of Ceremony Some people who emcee don't know what this term means

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Butter

Butter by A Tribe Called Quest

64 ContributorsButter Lyrics -gy 1988 senior year at Garvey High Where all the guys were corny but the girls were mad fly Lounging with the Tipster, cooling with Sha Scoping out the honeys—they know who they are I was the b-ball playing, fly rhyme saying Fly girl getting but never was I sweating 'Cause when it came to honeys I would go on a stroll Until I met my match—her name was Flo Yeah, I messed around with the one called Flo All the troopers 'round the way used to call her a ho But deep down in my heart I knew that Flo was good to go 'Cause I thought it was me like Bell Biv Devoe But little did I know that she was playing with my mind The only thing I learned is good girls are hard to find I feel like Heavy D, I need somebody for me Not someone whose mind is blank and tryna juice me for my banks Swinging with my main man Lucky behind my back What type of crap is that—yo, how's about a smack? Word life, I can't front, thought I was all that But now it seems, I've met my match I was a stone cold lover, you couldn't tell me jack Settling down with one girl, wasn't trying to hear that I had Tonya, Tamika, Sharon, Karen Tina, Stacy, Julie, Tracy Used to love 'em, leave 'em, skeeze 'em, tease 'em Find 'em, lose 'em - also abuse 'em My whole attitude was new day, next hon And believe it or not, they all got done Well here comes Flo with the crazy whip appeal And I'm all true man like Alexander O'Neal Is this really love, then again how would I know After all this time trying to be a super ho She finally played me, but yo I'd find another 'Cause I got the crazy game and yo, I'm smooth like butter You might also like Ayo, it's like butter, it's like butter baby It's like butter, it's like butter baby It's like butter, it's like butter baby It's like butter, it's like butter baby It's like butter, it's like butter baby It's like butter, like the butter baby Not no Parkay, not no margarine Strictly butter, strictly butter, baby I remember when girls were goodie two shoes but now they turned to freaks All of a sudden (we love you Phife!) ease off ho, my name's Malik Phife this, Phife that, where you going, where you at These girls don't know me from jack, yet I feel like the Mack You didn't want me then, so yo hon, don't want me now Here, Here - take the towel, wipe off your brow And take the contact out your eye, you're far from looking fly You get an E for effort, and T for nice try Now tell me what's the reason, for dying your hair Slum village gold still dangling in your ear You barely have a neck but still sporting a rope Four-finger ring just so Phifer can scope You looked in the mirror, didn't know what to do Yesterday your eyes were brown but today they are blue Your whole appearance is a lie and it could never be true And if you really liked yourself then you would try and be you If your hair and eyes were real, I wouldn't have dissed ya But since it was bought, I had to dismiss ya But if you can't achieve it, then why not try and weave it If you can't extend it then you might as well suspend it If you can't braid it, best thing to do is fade it I asked who did your hair and you tell me, "Diane made it" If you were you and just you, talk to you, maybe But I can't stand, no bionic lady Trying hard to look fly, but yo, you're looking dumber If I wanted someone like you I would've swung with Jaime Sommers You wanna be treated right, see Father MC Or check Ralph Tresvant, for sensitivity 'Cause I am not the one, I got more game than Parker Brothers Phife Dawg is on the mic and I'm smooth like butter

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Sucka Nigga

Sucka Nigga by A Tribe Called Quest

84 ContributorsSucka Nigga Lyrics "Hey, sucka nigga, whoever you are" "Hey, sucka nigga, whoever you are" "Hey, sucka nigga, hey, sucka nigga" "Whoever you are, whoever you are" I be hatin' sucka MC's, and the sucka niggas Posin' like they hard when we know they damn card What ya figure? Rhyme-wise, I do the figure-eight so concisely Musically, we are the herb so sit back and light me *Inhalation noise* Inhale... (Inhale...) My style is kinda phat, reminiscent of a whale Young girls desires older female dreams I be the Abstract Poetic representin' from Queens Socially, I'm not inane, black and white got game If you came to the jam, well, I'm glad you came See, "nigga" first was used back in the Deep South Fallin' out between the dome of the white man's mouth It means that we will never grow; you know the word, dummy Upper niggas in the community think it's crummy But I don't, neither does the youth 'cause we em- Brace adversity it goes right with the race And bein' that we use it as a term of endearment Niggas start to bug, to the dome is where the fear went Now the little shorties say it all of the time And a whole bunch of niggas throw the word in they rhyme Yo, I start to flinch, as I try not to say it But my lips is like a oowop as I start to spray it My lips is like a oowop as I start to spray it My lips is like a oowop as I start to spray the.. You might also like The sucka niggas, nigga nigga I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front The sucka niggas, nigga nigga I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front The sucka niggas, nigga nigga I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front It's the neo-nigga of the '90s, c'mon! I be hatin' sucka MC's, and the sucka niggas Posin' like they hard when we know they damn card What ya figure? Rhyme-wise, I do the figure-eight so concisely Musically, we are the herb so sit back and light me *Inhalation noise* Inhale... (Inhale...) My style is kinda phat, reminiscent of a whale Young girls desires for the females dreams I be the Abstract Poetic representin' from Queens Socially, I'm not a name, black and white got game If you came to the jam, well, I'm glad you came See, nigga first was used down in the Deep South Fallin' out between the dome of the white man's mouth It means that we will never grow, you know the word, dummy Upper niggas in the community think it's crummy But I don't, neither does the youth 'cause we em- Brace adversity it goes right with the race Yo, I start to flinch as I try not to say it But my lips is like a oowop as I start to spray it My lips is like a oowop as I start to spray it My lips is like a oowop.. yo, you know the rest The sucka niggas, niggas niggas I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front The sucka niggas, nigga nigga I throw the suckas in the front for the ones that front The sucka niggas, nigga nigga I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front Sucka niggas, nigga nigga A-yo, Shaheed, take us the fuck outta here! You're not any less of a man, if you don't pull the trigger You're not necessarily a man, if you do

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The Killing Season

The Killing Season by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Consequence, Kanye West & Talib Kweli)

97 ContributorsThe Killing Season Lyrics Winter in America, never knew white Christmas 'Cause L7 squares always making my shit list Spring is in the air and all the flowers are blooming The powers that be wanna devour the movement Tears disappear when they fall on the summer rain Bleedin' through this mic, but they call it entertainment Running across stages is a drug Is like a blunt that we crumble in raw papers Call it the lord’s name 'cause we taking it in our veins Like the feeding us intravenous It’s war and we fighting for inches and millimeters They try to stall the progress by killing off all the leaders If we don’t give them martyrs no more, they can’t defeat us This lack of justice got us disgusted, look at our faces All these soldiers hate but I saw military training The false flags fly at a half mast this morning Take a bow, this might be your last performance They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya You might also like The old lady saw us on the lawn with the Henny Turn the pool party into the one from McKinney Might've been racist like the waitresses up in Denny’s Swore we had twelve gauges, automatics, and semis Now they wanna condemn me for my freedom of speech 'Cause I see things in black and white like Lisa and Screech Presidents get impeached and others fill in the throne But veterans don’t get the benefit of feelin' at home So maybe those projections out at Silicon Are what drove her to get injections made of silicone I swear it’s the killing season 'Cause killin' is still in season, yeah Louder than a three pound, voices screaming mad to boot It must be killing season, on the menu strangefruit Whose juices fill the progress of this here very nation Whose states has grown bitter through justice expiration These fruitful trees are rooted in bloody soil and torment Things haven’t really changed Or they're dormant for the moment Marks and scars, we own it, only makes for tougher skin Helps us actualize the actual greatness held within Been on the wrong team so much, can’t recognize a win Seems like my only crime is having melanin Connection to the sun so strong the relationship is lusted for Causes men to suffocate, I can’t breathe no more Settle the score sadly, need an abacus to tally Through all the peaks and valleys, yo, I recognize it sadly Black soul bold enough, inner city cold enough Watch me get all my goons, watch us get soldiered up They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya

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Whateva Will Be

Whateva Will Be by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Consequence)

68 ContributorsWhateva Will Be Lyrics Girl, this motherfucker's got rhythm Say am I 'posed to be dead or doin' life in prison? Just another dummy caught up in the system Unruly hooligan who belongs in Spofford Verse getting that degree at Stanford or Harvard Threatened by my work ethic, the way I speak, yo Should I be mentally weak, verse being Malik? Yo Should I be trapped in the trap? Would you prefer that? Fourth grade reading level but he knows how to rap Are you amused by our struggles? The English that's broken? The weed that I'm smokin'? The guns that I'm totin'? The drugs that I'm sellin'? No need for improvement Fuck you and who you think I should be, forward movement Melanated shrouded in complexity Brain charge shocking like 'lectricity Mouth translate happens organically The media relates it what it thinks it sees Judging steps in shoes of a path they never walked Shot down in a blaze of a phrases is how they talk Dark skinned, walk with a bot portrayed villain I'm chillin', felon down to the DNA crime willin' Subliminate their youth, hyper-sexualize their women They ain't got the strong enough hold, so they built the prisons Pumping false religions to all of these niggas' systems Every voice devoid of the truth Come on, listen You might also like Man look at this, man look at this Whatever will be will be Like a billionaire investin' in a nigga's dreams Certainly a head scratcher, like Pac and Big's killers' capture Or a women with the wisdom who's leadin' the way The rarity is in the rear, but never today Man, picture a PD lettin' good records play On the strength of what it is, not the finesse of your biz And your lady calls you dirty, her dirts under rugs You'll find out only if she tells you, take her kiss and hug, cuz In the answer for cancer in a prodigious kid's mind Yes, the government will fund, learning is free for everyone And from that lie, young leaders will rise In the eyes of despair and adversity In some universe, this verse will be true Everybody runnin' when they see the storm's comin' But whatever's gonna be will be Everybody runnin' when they see the storm's comin' But whatever's gonna be will be Some will dash to the mountain, some will crawl And the weakest amongst them, they will fall But the strongest in faith, they will stand tall Everybody runnin' when they see the storm's comin' But whatever's gonna be will be I just wanna feel as liberated as lions in Liberia 'Cause recently my heart turned cold as Siberia 'Cause everywhere I go, bein' cold is the criteria Let's see how well you know all your Tribe trivia Green and the white, we servin' that Nigeria North side of Queens, one-nine-two is the area This is for my dawgs from Shih Tzus to Terriers Fuck it, it's showtime, Tip, make sure they hearing you

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Steve Biko (Stir it Up)

Steve Biko (Stir it Up) by A Tribe Called Quest

75 ContributorsSteve Biko (Stir it Up) Lyrics Linden Boulevard — represent, represent-sent Tribe Called Quest — represent, represent-sent When the mic is in my hand, I'm never hesitant My favorite jam back in the day was "Eric B. for President" Rude boy composer, step to me, you're over Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra MC short and black, there ain't no other Trini-born lad 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 a widow Did not you know that my styles are top-dollar? The Five-Foot Assassin knocking fleas off his collar Hip hop scholar since being knee high to a duck The height of Muggsy Bogues, complexion of a hockey puck You better ask somebody on how we flip the script Come to a Tribe show and watch the three kids rip Queens is in the house — represent, represent-sent A Tribe Called Quest — represent, represent-sent No taming of the style 'cause it gets irreverent A Tribe Called Quest — represent, represent-sent Huh-huh, here we go, you know that I'm the rebel Throwing out the wicked like God did the Devil Funky like your grandpa's drawers, don't test me We in like that, you're dead like Presley When we coming through, get tickets to see me We work for the paper, so there'll never be a freebie Lyrics are abundant 'cause we got it by the mass Egos are all idle 'cause the music is the task Valenzuela on the pitch, curveball, catch it I think I got it locked, just smooth while I latch it Right, now I must move with the quickness Here comes Shaheed, so we must bear the witness You might also like Stir it up! Stir it up! Stir it up! Steve Biko Stir it up! Stir it up! Stir it up! Steve Biko New York City — represent, represent A Tribe Called Quest — represent, represent-sent The Dawg is scientific with the styles I invent A Tribe Called Quest — represent, represent-sent MC's like to meddle, but here's my proposition I let my lyrics flow, and juxt your whole position I'm radical with this like the man this song is after (*laughing*) Yo, Tip, settle down, what's the reason for the laughter? I really can't say, I guess I laugh to keep from crying So much going on, people killing, people dying But I won't dwell on that, I think I'll elevate my mental Thanks for these bars on the Biko instrumental Yo, I'll take it back, I'm the Indian giver MC's take notes as I stand and deliver (Word) Percussion isn't less (Uh), D's wear the vest (What?) Why they dodging bullets? (What?) You should be dodging Quest (Uh, uh) Don't get me wrong, violence is not our forté I just like to rhyme, kick the lyric skills like Pelé Tip, educate 'em, my rhymes are strictly taboo Fill 'em with some fantasies and I'll look out like Tattoo Okay, I am recognizing that the voice inside my head Is urging me to be myself, but never follow someone else Because opinions are like voices, we all have a different kind So just clean out all of your ears, these are my views and you will find That we revolutionize over the kick and the snare The ghetto vocalist is on a state-wide tear Soon to be the continent and then the freaking globe There's room for it all as we mingle at the mall We welcome competition 'cause it doesn't make one lazy or worn We gotta work hard, you know the damn card Try to be the phattest is the level that we strive Try to be the phattest also to stay alive

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Melatonin

Melatonin by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Marsha Ambrosius & Yebba)

84 ContributorsMelatonin Lyrics I said I rarely dream in color but (they don't know) And every brother ain't a brother but (they don't know) Pop melatonin like they Swedish Fish (they don't know) To give her everything's my dying wish (they don't know) Role play, she plays the mannequin (they don't know) Raising my hand, teacher says "Not again" (they don't know) The sun is up, but I feel down again (they don't know) On just one hand, I can count all my friends (they don't know) The understudy for the star, the show must go on I'm a beast on a leash, I'm towed from the lawn Another notch in my belt, the food's getting scarce Another notch in my belt, she shakes up the stairs Drink liquid confidence, tequila's our defense Get rid of this tense and makes life make sense As I come off the fence and break through defense Anxiety is on the ropes and it's gettin' intense Population gettin' tired now (they don't know) Everybody wants inspired now (they don't know) Racist emails fire out (they don't know) We did it in the dark, it's coming out (they don't know) The world is crazy and I cannot sleep but (they don't know) Melatonin good enough to eat but (they don't know) I read the paper so that I can see what (they don't know) I'd rather stay indoors and make a beat but (they don't know) You might also like My mother said a lot of wise words to me Her Bible was like her toolie, peasy-headed and unruly I made her think she got to me Following the trail of reefer And niggas talking through speakers Fattest laces through my sneakers The rappers ere ghetto preachers Thought I had it so I tried it, for so long I would just hide it Then I made the crowds say "Hoo!" And saw them all get excited I was hooked, I couldn't shake it The more I got, I would take it Couldn't sleep andcouldn't eat But this life, I would not forsake it I said I really dream in color now (they don't know) And every brother ain't a brother now (they don't know) Pop melatonin like they Swedish Fish (they don't know) To give her everything my dying wish (they don't know) So many thoughts in my mind making it very hard to unwind I guess I should take one, just one So many thoughts in my mind making it very hard to unwind I guess I should take one, just one So many thoughts in my mind making it very hard to unwind I guess I should take one, just one So many thoughts in my mind making it very hard to unwind I guess I should take one, just one This one's for good girls that all gone bad (just one) This one I'm taking when I feel sad (just one, yeah) This one I'm taking to make me strong (just one) This one I'm taking so that I'll live long (just one, yeah) This one I'm taking to make me smile (just one) This one I'm taking to make life worthwhile (just one) This one and that one and those and these (just one) I just want to sleep, I want to be at ease (just one)

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Verses from the Abstract

Verses from the Abstract by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Ron Carter & Vinia Mojica)

74 ContributorsVerses from the Abstract Lyrics I had a dream about my man last night And my man came by the studio And his name is... Busta Rhymes in effect Shaheed is in effect Phife Did-awg is in effect Check it out and give me my 'spect I'm moving, yes I'm grooving cause my mouth is on the motor Use the Coast in the morning to avoid the funky odor Can't help being funky, I'm the funky Abstract brother Funky in a sense, but I play the undercover Once had a fetish, fetish for some booty Now I'm getting funky in my rap and that's my duty Brothers tend to jock on the style in particular If you got the ego like some brothers then I'll get with ya But if I don't pursue, then I just don't give a (fuck) My motto in the 90's is be happy making bucks Girls love the jim, cos it causes crazy friction When it goes up in and fluctuates the diction I still understand the oomph cause that's what I met her for I'm hooked on the swing, so just call me the music whore Women love the voice, brothers dig the lyrics Quest the people's choice, we driving for the spirit If you can't hear it, then get the wax utensil Write my rhymes straight up, don't give it no fancy stencil The rhymes be getting sweet, we stay away from tart A perfectionist at work, perking up the art If you want to battle, I suggest you check your clock Your demise is coming up and I want your man to watch Be the prime example, or deeper still the sample Insignificance, here I'll place you on the mantle Born up in Harlem, reside down in Jamaica The girl I used to rock, her moms was a Quaker Now what does that make her? The evil money taker? The crazy move faker, I use that to break her You might also like Phife is in the house (ooohh, you know you got going on) Uncle Mike is in the house (this ain't a R&B song) Bob Power is in the house (you got it going on) Tim Latham is in the house (and on and on and on) Wise Men is in the house The Brand Nubes is in the house The J Beez, they in the house And De La, they in the house I must regroup my thoughts and kick the next ones for my people Please don't be deceived by the ugly slice of evil The world is kinda cold and the rhythm is my blanket Wrap yourself up in it, if you love it, then you'll thank it Don't move to rebuttal, wave your hand for action Some women in the 90's want more than satisfaction They want keys and Gs, and all those illy things If you want to, I'll show you, just what the Ab can bring I keep a tight net with my brothers Ken and Kenny If the question is of rhymes, then I'll tell ya, I got plenty The thing that men and women need to do is stick together Progressions can't be made if we're separate forever I hooked this funky beat with the loop and the feature This the funky singing by Miss Vinia Mojica So listen because the Quest is led through the underground My people have been oppressed too long, no more will we be down People tend to riff cause they don't know the mental People tend to bug cause the beats are hard but gentle Africano lurks through the body of this youngun' Play like Bobby Byrd on your back and you're coming to The house of the jazz, of the funk, of the rhythm All the goods are welcome, but if you're a villain I'll just wait and debate, contemplate your arrival If flexing is your motive, then you don't like survival The Abstract is speaking, the hard beats is reaching To Black and Puerto Ricans cause they're butt naked streaking Through the ever murky streets of the urbanized areas Blasting out the speakers is the hip hop hysteria Craig is in the house (ooohh, you know you got going on) Pete Rock is in the house (this ain't a R&B song) CL is in the house (you got it going on) Ultramag is in the house (and on and on and on) Nice and Smooth is in the house Big Daddy Kane is in the house Beatnuts is in the house Special Ed is in the house Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah And this one goes out to my man Thanks a lot Ron Carter on the bass Yes my man Ron Carter is on the bass And check it out, going into the '91 decade Up in until the 2000 decade You gotta say the Quest is on And goddamn it, yes the Quest is on And we out!

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8 Million Stories

8 Million Stories by A Tribe Called Quest

63 Contributors8 Million Stories Lyrics Went to Carvel to get a milkshake This honey ripped me off for all my loot cakes The car oh yeah there's money in my jacket Somebody broke into my ride and cold macked it Yo, Tip, I tell you, man, the devil's tryin' it But I'm gonna stay strong 'cause I ain't buyin' it Tonight, I'm takin' Sherry out, I don't have jack to wear You know I gots to look dipped in the fresh new gear Cool, I found somethin' so I ironed it I then got caught up on the phone, oh, shit, I'm fryin' it Will someone tell me what did I do to deserve this? I think I'll, pull out my suit for Sunday service My little brother wants Barney — cool, I'm gettin' it Took him down to Kay-Bee, they ain't sellin' it Here we go with the cryin', yo, he's throwin' fits My blood pressure's blowin' up, I can't take the shit Finally got what he wanted, now he's good to go Again the ride was smashed, where's my radio? One time, the car was in the shop I had to borrow, see... They had no mercy on the car, Lyor will kill me Where the hell can Nicki be? I'm gonna smack her up I got the tickets for the Knicks and she cold stood me up I need to hit a honey off, Jarobi pass the phone Pulled out my book of hoes — oh, yo, Sheila's home Steady smilin' like a mother, yo, I'm read' to bone Went down on hun, she's in the red zone Stressed out more than anyone could ever be Forever tryin' to clear the samples for my new LP Everybody knows I go to Georgia often Got on the flight and I ended up in Boston With all these trials and tribulations, yo, I've been affected And to top it off, Starks got ejected You might also like (Help me out) Problems (Help me out) Problems (Help me out) Problems Lord, it's me, I'm havin' problems (Help me out) Problems (Help me out) Problems (Help me out) Problems Just last week, my girl was stressin' me Now her best friend be undressin' me Well, I was lovin' her by the moon ray Now I'm trickin' on her like Kinte' (C'mon) Bought a bag of izm from the smoke shop Walkin' towards the car, here come the damn cops Now I'm station bound for the Thai sticks I bought it for my man, I don't believe this shit Coach sat me down from the ball team 'Cause I was breakin' niggas on the inseams Some niggas 'cross town was tryin' to stick me All I had was shorts, a dollar-fifty Picked up this girl in the hooptie Just because I rhyme she tried to soup me Pay for this, pay for that, loot for nails and hair Who the hell you think I am, Mr. Belvedere? Go and get a bloody job, then can we locute Even if you give me boots, you'll never see my loot She wasn't even all of that, just another hooker So I turned that ass away quick like Chuckii Booker Sometimes you gotta put the hoes in their friggin' place Just move from in front me with your batty face! Problems, problems, problems Lord knows I'm havin' problems, problems, problems Jesus Christ I'm havin' problems, problems, problems Pray for me I'm havin' problems, problems, problems Yeah Yeah Just lay down your burdens by the riverside Hah, and you'll be alright, know what I'm sayin'? Love and peace from Phife for '93, know what I'm sayin'? Tribe Called Quest, Shaheed and Tip This is how we flip My man Muhammad in the house, huh (come on, come on) Zulu Nation in the house, huh (come on, come on) Subroc is in the house, huh (come on, come on) My man Skeff in the house, huh (come on, come on) Jarobi White is in the house, huh (come on, come on) Bob Power in the house, huh (come on, come on) My man Eric in the house, huh (come on, come on) My man Litro in the house, huh (come on, come on) Help me out y'all, help me out now Help me out y'all, help me out now Help me out God, I really need ya Help me out now, I really need ya Help me out y'all, help me out now I'm having problems, help me out now Really need ya, to help me out now Help me out y'all, help me out now Help me out y'all, help me out now Help me out y'all, help me out now Help me out God, I really need ya Havin' problems, help me out now Help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me Help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me Muhammad!

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Georgie Porgie

Georgie Porgie by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Brand Nubian)

40 ContributorsGeorgie Porgie Lyrics Listen up money or should I say honey Listen up money or should I say honey In the beginning, there was Adam and Eve But some try to make it look like Adam and Steve Like Georgie, why can't money find a honey I couldn't believe when I found out he was funny You know fierce with just his right ear pierced I couldn't hack it, I knew this brother for years Walking in the ville with them long dreadlocks But on the DL, getting done up the butt box Oh my God how gross can one be Well anyway, better him than me Used to be down with the crew and had the girls that were def Instead of staying to the right, he fell off to the left So Lord J being that you go next Pull the rest of his card cause I'm vexed My man George got a germ that's ill Suffering from terminal scag But never ever getting caught walking like a fag That's not his bag cause the plague was afraid to parade in drag So instead he played the DL, brothers get jel Cause honey's on his dick but money won't swell He'd rather call Manuel for a little duel Have a swordfight with tools He's wounded and I can't understand Why a man would want to be a weak cipher man I thought the plan was to be hard as a rock Not riding a jock, sucking on a cock You might also like Listen up money or should I say honey Listen up money or should I say honey Listen up money or should I say honey Listen up money or should I say honey My man George I thought he was on base Find out later that he was a closet case Woah, woah, he's a sweet thing George was down with the titty titty bang bang Now George swung with gays, just the way he sways Even fooled around with his mom's lingerie Come get it girl, something fierce was his line Even wore a dress and on his face he had swine He cipher monkey cipher, you fucking faggot Couldn't wait for gay parade so you can drag it George used to flip, went from hitting skins to sucking nigga's dick George better get a grip Now Georgie used to run with the ill brothers Kids who liked to rob mothers, and do a bunch of crazy things He had the ladies, a baby, a shiny black .380 That he always kept tucked and filled with the slugs Now watch how money bugs Weight fell it's hard to tell but believe me George has slid Coming out the closet was the dress that he hid From the boys when we was over there I seen it out the corner of my eye I said damn Georgie George signify The whole crew seen it now the whole block knows That George gets his kicks from wearing Wisdom's clothes Now Georgie Porgie pudding pie What made you choose the path of the gays, oh why Ain't got no reason, to hell with alibis Won't play basketball cause your nails ain't dry Call me homophobic but I know it and you know it You're filthy and funny to the utmost exponent Never will I do that, disrespect my mommy So run and hide your salami Used to, didn't you, used to be my man Instead of shaking, you're dragging your hand Yes it's the Abstract the info provider Here's your new name - the rump rider Listen up money or should I say honey Listen up money or should I say honey Listen up money or should I say honey Listen up money or should I say honey Listen up money or should I say honey Listen up money or should I say honey

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The Infamous Date Rape

The Infamous Date Rape by A Tribe Called Quest

62 ContributorsThe Infamous Date Rape Lyrics Classic— Classic— Classic example of a (a date rape) Classic example of a (a date rape) Classic example of a (a date rape) Classic example of a (a date rape) Listen to the rhyme, it's a black-ink fact Percentile rate of date rape is fat This is all due to the reason of the skeezin You got the right pickin but you're in the wrong season If you're in the wrong season, that means you gotta break Especially if a squaw tries to cry out rape You be all vexed 'cause she got it goin' on You don't wanna fight 'cause you know that you're wrong So instead you rest your head on the arm of the couch Envision in your head of a great sex bout Worthy opponent, all you wanna do is bone it You ask can you kick it, she says you can't stick it This is the case, the situation is sticky Should you try to kiss or hint towards a hickey? Not even, you can ask Steven If the vibe ain't right, huh, ya leavin Hit the road Jack and all of that But if she offers her abode, you'll drop ya load Right smack dab in the middle Get the kitten, I got crazy tender vittles You might also like Uh-huh, you know the science; you get buckwild Runnin' mad games as if your name was Scott Skiles Or better yet Magic or even Karl Malone Regardless who it is, your aim is to bone If she tries to front, that's when you start to diss her If she's with the program, that's when you start to kiss her Might as well get to the point, no time to waste Might as well break the ice, then set the pace You start to talk nasty, now she's ready to bone Step out of the shower, throw on cologne All of a sudden, her sugarwalls tumble down like Jericho She's hotter than Meshach, Shadrach and Abednego You listen to After 7, break fool after 10 Do your thing at 12 o'clock and when you go again There goes round 1, ding, there goes round two Now tell me what the (fuck) are you supposed to do? Huh What do you know, when the meow is completed Girly girl cried rape, yo, I didn't really need it Sweetheart, we ain't goin' out like that Sweetheart, we ain't goin' out like that Sweetheart, we ain't goin' out like that (Zulu) We ain't goin' out like that (Zulu) We ain't goin' out like that Now baby bust it, if you wanna groove Me and you can do it, it will be the move I won't cry over spilled milk If you won't let me take you to the Hilt I don't wanna bone you that much That I would go for the unforbidden touch I'm not the type that would go for that I'll have to fetch a brand new cat Baby, baby, baby I don't wanna be rude But I know because of your bloody attitude I know why you act that way It usually happens on the 28th day I respect that crazily When you're done with the pads can you come check me? This ain't a joint to disrespect you Because one head ain't better than two Check it out, it's a- Classic example of a (a date—)

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Movin Backwards

Movin Backwards by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Anderson .Paak)

82 ContributorsMovin Backwards Lyrics I hope my legendary style of rap lives on A-fixed to the Earth like my feet, they got cleats on I'm moving backwards, never that was never the plan Pushing shit along, render stillness in the quick sand Asphalt jumpin', junkie lyrical, concrete My Jedi mind be moving me Throughout the many dark streets Backwoods, boondocks, whatever terrain Auf Wiedersehen, Aloha, man our feet ain't the same I won't abuse these shoes, these shoes ain't made for reversing Then trudging through these motherfuckers' first album Footprinting, never ever ghostwritten, yo' shit free, bitten Grab my shit with both hands, iron grip, steel mitten Bloviated, Jarobi ate it and now it's gone Closed mouths don't get fed or move ahead To my hustlers with customers, scam my chicks just being petty Trap lords with the fetty, don't be no backwards, no No backward ass nigga, don't be no backwards, no No backward ass nigga, don't be no backwards, no No backward ass nigga, don't be no backwards, no Don't do it, nigga I spun around without a care When I stopped, I felt lost I'm two heels from the top tier Really want to be boss I figured it out, figured it out somewhere Maybe the answer's not out there Maybe it's on the ground somewhere When I stopped, I felt lost Do you ever feel lost? You might also like They wanna see my downfall Turn a good day into a downpour Thorns in the crown hit the cross I bear Why they wanna see me hangin' like a towel somewhere One eye, two bills, three tears, a heart still How I'm feelin' in my mind right here Think I'm moving, I ain't going nowhere, nowhere Maybe why I feel lost, yeah How I'm 'posed to know how home feels? I ain’t even on my home field And again I feel lost Was not a cruise that brought us here, again I feel lost And I refuse to be stuck right here, yeah I don't want to move backwards, no Somebody just give me Somebody just give me Somebody just give me direction? I don't want to move backwards, no Somebody just give me Somebody just give me Somebody just give me directions? I don't want to move backwards, no Moving backwards never, that was never the plan Can I vent? I was content being my own man Up until that night ill-fated, walking home I was faded Po puts braces on my wrist like he was clapping his hands How demeaning, y'all? Who could be blind to racism? Bring bro bro to me for the brotherly baptism Instead of slaps, give him the dose of Ab wisdom He'll make it out of the jungle some way Hey, it's figurative, not a real place you stay Ay, it's mind state filled with muck and malaise Uh, I got direction without using Waze Submitting myself to praying these days Yeah, moonwalking backwards, it's only for stage Feds lining up, in riot gear And everybody's hands in the air Four-five so get your ass found somewhere Caught between hope and despair Say it loud, what it take to make my niggas listen Somebody just give me Somebody just give me Somebody just give me Cool out, chill out nigga, I'm cool Cool out nigga, nah, nigga I'm through Head down, ain't no tellin' what you gon' do (Somebody just give me— Somebody just give me— Somebody just give me direction I don't want to move backwards, no Cops killing us niggas everywhere Maybe we should get some guns too) She come around every now and a few (Man, I hope she really loves you) Living high ain't hard to do (She'll be in the clouds somewhere Feeling fresh, I strut your bitches out of here Might even take your broad too Oops, I'm 'bout to get kicked out here Tell mama I'mma slide through) Stealer, I'm trying to get out of here But stuck up in the same room (Too many open miles in here Sick of eating out at drive through) Hahaha, look at this motherfucker

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Enough!!

Enough!! by A Tribe Called Quest

70 ContributorsEnough!! Lyrics Is this enough? Is this enough? Is this enough? Is this enough? Enough, enough, enough Yo, I'm savant with the game Gon' tell Robi yo' name Provide words that's heard, setting your body aflame Ooh, you off the chain, I'm handling your terrain Your valley h-has me standing down to the follicle 'Bout half of this bottle full of reasons for us to ball Palming violations and travel vacation, ma Lace your fancy bra, gon' take them vestments off Skin and my lips involved, I'm licking a place that's soft Jedi Is this enough? Is this enough love that I give to you? Is this enough? Is this enough time that I give to you? Is this enough? Tell me that you feel the same way I do Is this enough? Enough, enough, enough You might also like Is it an issue if I make you nut? But there's no quality time 'cause I forever grind This is not an excuse, I just wanna get loose That's old nigga jargon, girl, you're making me hardened To a stone or granite statue, I'm prone to get at you It's hard to break your defense, I guess I have to leap fence Or scale wall, and break fall on a tree right by your window Reward me for my efforts by rolling this indo As I nibble your neck naughtily, sex is a big part of me Agencies want to audit me, searching, snooping for sodomy My thrust bust artery, I know you're on to me Just wanna have shenanigan Don't wanna make you mad again So focus on the flattery you feel when I fling it Acknowledge that I got it and you love it when I bring it Dirty talk loud but they saying, "Fuck the shit out of me" At the Queen's request, if it's gotta be, it's gotta be Is this enough? Is this enough love that I give to you? Is this enough? Is this enough time that I give to you? Is this enough? Tell me that you feel the same way I do Is this enough? Is this enough? Is this enough love that I give to you? Is this enough? Is this enough time that I give to you? Is this enough? Tell me that you feel the same way I do Is this enough?

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Mobius

Mobius by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Busta Rhymes & Consequence)

81 ContributorsMobius Lyrics I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels They say Illuminati and other ordeals Is how my lawyer got me to avoid a raw deal And now it's more real than it is for any other star And that's enough to have you tearing up the mini-bar I should probably get awards where the Emmys are For how I deal with the pap like Remy Ma I get in the car like a sniper's on the roof now But don't confuse how you see me have to move now I got bars like a cypher's in the booth now Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier 'Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia 'Long as they say my name right in the media If you don't, that's a sin like Cincinnati 'Cause ever since I had the polo suit at the Grammys I been spittin' at the camera like Trick Daddy So swaggy, he could've broke up with IG I ain't surprised that they broke up on IG I got the game on IV, might as well have a live feed Keep a fresh cut from IB So I always match the picture in my ID They packin' Dub C had ran with Mack 10 I was still a baby Similac then And what the crack era did to black men It had to be an error if you had a Cadillac then You might also like How I rock mine, I throw it up Makin' sure that you niggas all are on the same page Powerful force, you better look both ways Fuck that, I'm chokin' niggas, it's goin' down I'm from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sounds Skip town, hit 'em with impeccable pound Lost, found, the way I flood it, niggas gon' drown Rip shit—ayo, wait, wait, wait, wait— I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again You already know the script, roundhouse kick She lookin' at me, lickin' her lip Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with a dip With yo' bitch, what the fuck, niggas erupt I got the half moon clip, that's banana A good planner, a new anger like a larger Bruce Banner Out the house, nigga, if you open your mouth Man, nigga, if you open your mouth Fuck the press, I'm leavin' every room in a mess Like herds of bulls with they aprons on and bakin' soda Keep it movin', keep the convo short And bring a case of Henney (case of Henney) House of pain, I control many (control many) House of lies, you niggas go run, hide Peep the way this vibe conflict with they real lives (Nigga) Fanatic shit, we go bizarre (we go bizarre) Bad news for niggas as I go emphatical, radical National animal rulin' like a czar Every time I black for the record, the shit splatter The whole batter, no bullshit, the boom bapper I pull the gat up, whip the shit, cook the batter When I pull up on niggas, even your momma gon' scatter Barishkaaa

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What?

What? by A Tribe Called Quest

80 ContributorsWhat? Lyrics Babies babble on, they lookin' for excuses Game for the buzzer who kicked it to the mooses Lame as a brain, could be, golly gee If you see a shrink he'll charge you a fee If you see me, ya see, the fee is nothing Fee will be for patience, all backs no fronting What is a party if it doesn't really rock? What is a poet? All balls, no cock What is a war if it doesn't have a general? What's Channel 9 if it doesn't have Arsenio? What is life if you don't have fun? What is a "what?" if you ain't got a gun? What's Ali without Shaheed Muhammad? Nothing, Kapelka makes you vomit What is a Quest if the players ain't willing? What is a pence if you don't have a shilling? Excuse me if I'm chillin', hey what, say what What's a fat man without food in his gut? What's a child birth, without the umbilical? What's United Parcels, without the deliverer? What's momma-san, without poppa-san? What's martial arts without Daniel-San? What's Rasheed without Tonya, Tamika? What's Oran Juice and Doug E. Doug without Shaniqua? Nada, nada, nada, not a damn thing What's Duke Ellington without that swing? What's Alex Haley if it doesn't have Roots? What's a weekend if you ain't knockin' boots? What's a black nation, without black unity? What is a child who doesn't know puberty? What is my label when I exit womb status? What's menage a trois, or, that is What is sex when you have three people? What are laws if they ain't fair and equal? What's Clark Kent without a telephone booth? What is a liquor if it ain't 80 proof? What are the youth if they ain't rebellin'? What's Ralph Kramden, if he ain't yellin' At Ed Norton, what is coke snortin'? What is position if there is no contortin'? What is hip-hop if it doesn't have violence? Chill for a minute, Doug E. Fresh said silence (*four second pause*) What is a Glock if you don't have a clip? What's a lollipop without the Good Ship? What's S&M if you don't have chains? What's a con artist if he doesn't have brains? What's America without greed and glamour? What's an MC if he doesn't have stamina? What's music factory without Mr. Walt? What's Trugoy without a phrase called talk? What's Chris Lighty if he wasn't such a baby? What is a woman if she didn't say maybe? Baby laid down, I removed the frown What would be my penal cord if it wasn't brown? What is a paper without a president? What is a compound without a element? What is a jam if you don't spike the punch? What's a brewski if you don't bite brunch? Oooh ooh, it's like that you keep goin' Freak, freak, y'all 'cause you know that we showin' What tigga, what tigga, what tigga, what tigga What tigga, what tigga, what tigga, WHAT!You might also like

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Luck of Lucien

Luck of Lucien by A Tribe Called Quest

52 ContributorsLuck of Lucien Lyrics Brother, brother, brother, Lucien, you're like no other Listen very close 'cause I don't like to boast Instead, I'll tell the tale of a French who prevailed Through the Mr. Crazy Rabbits who were always on his tail We ain't on sale, your rumor starts to wail Get caught with stolen goods and you will go to jail If you go to jail, then who will pay the bail? Deport you back to France on a ship with a sail Escargot, Lucien, you eat snails (Hey yo Tip, what's wrong with snails?) From the Zulu nation, from a town called Paris Came to America to find liberty Instead of finding pleasure, all you found was misery But listen, Lucien, you have a friend in me Oh, luck-luck will drive your butt batty Next time you get some wheels, make it a Caddy In terms of doing good, I know you wish you really could But listen, brother man, I really think you can Succeed with the breed of the brothers on your back It's the creme de la creme, and you can vouch for that It'll take a minute, rice, so take my advice Trust in us, and thus you trust in your life Lucien, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien You should know! You might also like - What? Oh Tip, man, why you do that to me, man? I though he was a friend, bruh Oh man, can't believe that Oh, why you do that to me? I wouldn't do it like this I couldn't do it by myself Yo, it's it to my Are you ready, Lu? This one is for you Comin' from a true-blue, fits like a shoe "¿Cómo está usted?" or "Comment allez-vous" Lucien, I'll leave it up to you Voulez-vous? (vous) Rendez-vous (vous) Coucou (cou) Les poupous (pou) Watch that lass, gonna backlash fast Can you get a grip on the crackhead dip? Sold you a paper bag, guess he saw you comin' VCR from a neck-bone bummin' $10 brother, he was hummin' and strummin' Only had 20, he was livin' like ya slummin' Gave him the money, well, I thought that was somethin' Lookin' like a kid who was lost in crumbin' Don't worry about a thing, I won't get specific This is a song that is long and prolific Think of the stuff that I said if you can Figure it out, compute, understand No problemo, I'll help you with your demo If you go to the store for me Lucien, I'm just kiddin' You should know! - Hey, yo, wassup' man? What's your name? - What kind of accent is that? - It's a french accent, you know, I'm french, I'm from Paris, don't you think it's sexy? - No, it's not a sexy accent - Oh, man ! Give me a try ! You try to kiss me enough? Hun? Oh please what! Love me french, french me love, everybody love my accent! Why nobody like it? Q-Tip city of Paris. Why is that? Oh! I'm sexy, and I'm french, everybody love my accent, I'm the best, yes, yeah! Je t'aime! I love you! I love you oui, je t'aime! I'll teach you french, I'll make your french good! You gotta get a grip on the missions you'll be takin' Not so much the mission, but you got crazy ignition Sure, the sugar-babies wanna give you a chance With the French "savoir faire" and the sexy glance But is she really fly, or is she a guy? I won't ask why, 'cause I know that you try You try too hard, is that the answer to the riddle? Instead of doin' so much, why don't you do just a little? Boy, what a cad, I guess we shouldn't treat him bad In fact, it would be nice if we understood him, right? A case of positionin' the feet in the shoes Sympathetic reason in the case of the blues Lucien is blue, even though he's really brown I had to make the sound, his life is too profound On the up-and-up, he's somethin' like a little pup Young and naive, it's hard to believe As long as you're strong, you can quest with the Questers Jolly like a jumping bean or a jester Lucien, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien You should know! Oh Tip, everything, you gonna be alright, man Thank you , man I think I'll going home, man Bye-bye, I'll see you tonight Oh Tip, , I'm not here

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Black Spasmodic

Black Spasmodic by A Tribe Called Quest

61 ContributorsBlack Spasmodic Lyrics Yo, y'all ready? Yo, Phife, you ready? Cons, you got that part, right? A'ight (I dunno but it don’t matter who choose to set it off ATCQ, no doubt my niggas is boss Little half-ass rappers, y’all pissin’ me off Time to dead ‘em all off, yo, no matter the cost) (Black) They don’t make thugs of this caliber (Spasmodic) Who kept up the buzz the whole calendar (Black) Used to sell drugs out the Challenger (Spasmodic) Used to keep guns with the silencers (Black) They don’t make thugs of this caliber (Spasmodic) Who kept up a buzz the whole calendar (Black) Used to sell drugs out the Challenger (Spasmodic) Now look what he does to any challenger Now who want it with the Trini gladiator? Mid finger to you haters, you biters not innovators I take zero for granted, I honors my gift Champion pen game, plus I’m freestyle equipped You clowns be bum sauce, speak my name, it’s curtains Hamdulillāh, my crew’s back to workin' Trash rap the dead, pussy kill the chirping No more fuck boys, sit down, shit can only get worse And how do you touch mic with flows uncertain? Speak game dry, boy, that flow ain’t workin' Folks throwin' items, them vex and cursin' Fuck made me wanna see these niggas in person? Third song in, motherfuckers dispersin' Only to realize Donald Juice in the buildin' Big tune this for man, woman, and children Back on my bullshit, Busta Bus' then we kill them You might also like (Black) They don’t make thugs of this caliber (Spasmodic) Who kept up the buzz the whole calendar (Black) Used to sell drugs out the Challenger (Spasmodic) Used to keep guns with the silencers My nigga spirit be talkin' to me, let me explain Not through evil mediums, tarot cards, and Ouija games But through mixing chords and boards And even drum machines—he be saying: "Nigga fuck awards, keep reppin’ Queens" And don’t be taking slack from these non-rapping niggas, man That intellectual shit you spit, you better change your plan Especially when you see 'em at the lobby of a label And they don’t seem able to outstretch they hands And admit they fans You better flame 'em in the J's that they standing in Ostracize they memory for not remembering The articles reduce their body parts to particles And dust the Dead Sea with their cremated molecules I’m leaving, but nigga you still got the work to do I expect the best from you, I’m watching from my heaven view Don’t disappoint me, make sure that they anoint me As the blue ribbon pedigree, the best of show, five-foot-three Speak of the legacy for short people around the world Napoleonic, bionic people who cause the world to twirl Rip every stage with grace, look right dead in they face Live the Tribe principle of havin' impeccable taste Enjoy that breath like that one was your last one left If you don’t believe me, Tip, there’s truly life after death So refer to the Biggie covers and shoutout my Trini brothers And please check in on my mother... Malik Izaak, call me shorty" (Black) They don’t make thugs of this caliber (Spasmodic) Who kept up the buzz the whole calendar (Black) Used to sell drugs out the Challenger (Spasmodic) Used to keep guns with the silencers (Black) (Spasmodic)

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I Left My Wallet in El Segundo

I Left My Wallet in El Segundo by A Tribe Called Quest

76 ContributorsI Left My Wallet in El Segundo Lyrics Toqué ese guitarra! I left my wallet in El Segundo I left my wallet in El Segundo I left my wallet in El Segundo I gotta get it, I got, got to get it I left my wallet in El Segundo I left my wallet in El Segundo I left my wallet in El Segundo I gotta get it, I got, got to get it My mother went away for a month-long trip Her and some friends on an ocean liner ship She made a big mistake by leaving me home I had to roam so I picked up the phone Dialed Ali up to see what was going down Told him I pick him up so we could drive around Took the Dodge Dart, a '74 My mother left a yard but I needed one more Shaheed had me covered with a hundred greenbacks So we left Brooklyn and we made big tracks Drove down the Belt, got on the Conduit Came to a toll, and paid and went through it Had no destination, we was on a quest Ali laid in the back so he can get rest Drove down the road for two-days-and-a-half The sun had just risen on a dusty path Just then a figure had caught my eye A man with a sombrero who was 4 feet high I pulled over to ask where we was at His index finger he tipped up his hat El segundo, he said, my name is Pedro If you need directions, I'll tell you pronto Need a civilization, some sort of reservation He said a mile south there's a fast food station Thanks, señor, as I started the motor Ali said "Damn, Tip, what did you drive so far for?" You might also like Well, describe to me what the wallet looks like Anyway a gas station we passed We got gas and went on to get grub It was a nice little pub in the middle of nowhere Anywhere would have been better I ordered enchiladas and I ate 'em Ali had the fruit punch When we finished we thought for ways to get back I had a hunch Ali said: pay for lunch, so I did it Pulled out the wallet and I saw this wicked beautiful lady She was a waitress there Put the wallet down and stared and stared To put me back into reality, here's Shaheed "Yo Tip man, you got what you need?" I checked for keys and started to step And what do you know, my wallet I forget It was a brown wallet, it had props numbers It had my jimmy hats, I gotta get it man Lord, have mercy The heat got hotter, Ali starts to curse me I feel bad but he makes me feel badder Chit-chit-chatter, car starts to scatter Breaking on out, we was northeast bound Jetting on down at the speed of sound Three days coming and three more going We get back and there was no slack He said, "all right, Tip, see you tomorrow Thinking about the past week, the last week Hands go in my pocket, I can't speak Hopped in the car and torped' to the shack Of Shaheed, we gotta go back When he said "Why?," I said "We gotta go 'Cause I left my wallet in El Segundo" I left my wallet in El Segundo I left my wallet in El Segundo I left my wallet in El Segundo I gotta get it, I got, got to get it I left my wallet in El Segundo I left my wallet in El Segundo I left my wallet in El Segundo I gotta get it, I got, got to get it Come on, let's go Come on, let's go (Yo Phife)

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Show Business

Show Business by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Brand Nubian & Diamond D)

71 ContributorsShow Business Lyrics Let me tell you 'bout the snakes, the fakes, the lies, the highs At all of these industry shing-dings Where you see the pretty girls In the high animated world Checking for a rapper with all the dough If you take a shit they want to know And if you're gonna fall, they won't be around, y'all So you still wanna do the show business? And you think that you got what it takes? I mean you really gotta rap, and be all that And prepare yourself for the breaks Check it out! Do you wanna be in the business? (The business) The ups and downs with the hoes (The business) (Always getting fronted on at shows) (The business) People gotta stick their nose (In the business) Yo, I gotta speak on the cesspool It's the rap industry and it ain't that cool Only if you're on stage or if you're speaking to your people Ain't no one your equal Especially on the industry side Don't let the gains just glide Right through your fingers, you gotta know the deal So Lord Jamar speak, because you're real You might also like They're giving you the business and putting on a show You're a million dollar man that ain't got no dough But you got a ho tickets backstage to a show Sedated and at that fact they elated Time pass and your ass say "Where's my loot?" The reply is a kick in the ass from a leg in a boot All you wanna do is taste the fruit But in the back they're making fruit juice You ask for slack and wanna get cut loose from the label Not able cause you signed at the table For a pretty cash advance, now they got a song and dance That you didn't recoup, "More soup with your meal?" Cause this is the real when you get a record deal And I say... Aw shucks, look what the cat hauled in It's Phife Dawg from A Tribe Called Quest, let me begin Like Chuck D, I got so much trouble on my mind 'Bout these no-talent artists getting signed, they can't rhyme And if that ain't bad, you got bootleggers Going out like suckers, motherfuckers Feel it's time that I let loose the lion And if not that then I'll commence to head flying Seems in '91 everybody want a rhyme And then you go and sell my tape for only $5.99? Please nigga, I've worked too hard for this No more will I take the booty end of the stick Bogus brothers making albums when they know they can't hack it Cause they lyrics is played like 8-Ball jackets Now tell me I can't tear it up Go get yourself some toilet paper cause your lyrics is butt Do you wanna be in the business? (The Business) (People can't walk a straight line in) (The Business) Some of these brothers can't rhyme in (The Business) (A-yo, I'm tryna get mine) (The Business) The party scene is cool, but then again it's all the same You see the same faces, but at different places When you're up and riding high everything is palsy-palsy Get a million pounds and all the skins give you hugs Well that's cool, I can dig it, it really ain't my bag Prefer to max on the side and let my pants sag "Oh, he's a cutie", yeah, real cute But I wasn't that cute when I didn't have no loot Although I hit a pound of herbs, I'm still nice with the verbs So fuck what you heard The Born Cipher Cipher Master makes me think much faster But critics still continue to plaster My name and discredit my fame All that shit is game and I don't really give a damn Eat from the tree of life and throw away the verbal ham Well, excuse me, I gotta add my two cents in Don't be alarmed, the rhyme was condensed in A matter of minutes so it must be told All that glitters not gold Everybody wants a deal, help me make a demo See my name in bright lights, ride around in a limo My moms keeps beefing ("Boy, get a job") But I wanna make jams, damn, I know I'll slam Huh, well it's not that easy You gotta get a label that's willing and able To market and promote, and you better hope (For what?) That the product is dope Take it from Diamond, it's like mountain climbing When it comes to rhyming you gotta put your time in Get a good lawyer so problems won't pile You don't wanna make a pitch that's wild

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Lost Somebody

Lost Somebody by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Katia Cadet)

71 ContributorsLost Somebody Lyrics Yeah, Phife—for your life Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong Neighbors would whoop that bad ass Just for running through their lawn Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt Love was consummated and the angels registrated Two were to be born but only one of 'em made it Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik Now give him hope, give him care Raise him while his grandma there Watch out momma, if you stare Light brown eyes'll keep you there Let’s progress the story just a little bit Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit Despite all the spats and shits cinematically documented The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out Gave grace face to face, made it right And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn You might also like Have you ever loved somebody? (Phife dawg, man) Way before you got to dream? (Bow wow, woof woof) No more crying, he’s in sunshine Never thought that I would be ever writing this song Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone So, so beautiful, opined indisputable Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak Have you ever loved somebody? Way before you got to dream? No more crying, he’s in sunshine He’s alright now, see his wings Have you ever loved somebody? Way before you got to dream? No more crying, he’s in sunshine He’s alright now, see his wings Have you ever loved somebody? Way before you got to dream? No more crying, he’s in sunshine He’s alright now, see his wings Have you ever loved somebody? Way before you got to dream? No more crying, he’s in sunshine He’s alright now, see his wings Have you ever loved somebody? Way before you got to dream? No more cry

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Ego

Ego by A Tribe Called Quest

76 ContributorsEgo Lyrics Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind Ego, ego trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin' Ego, ego I got one, you got one, and now we equal Sometimes it makes you trip out on your people Sometimes it has connotations of evil Sometimes niggas call on it when they need to It's called the ego Ay, it's hard to really make the subject positively stated Some may hate it and some may overrate it It's a top story and you rarely see a trend So all you psychoanalysts, pull out your pad and pen It's called the ego Come up with an idea, and no one seems to get it Then every time you mention it They stare like you're two-headed But one day, in your cubicle, your idea really comes to view Your boss is walking by, he sees it too and he takes it from you She put you on the aces of all the stripper places And has the kinda clientele where niggas trick off very well You beg her and you plead her and you tuck away your ego She knows you need the chicken And you know that she's your people They call you fat and lazy, your commentary crazy They photoshop your face on a box of McCormick gravy And now that inner voice, that ego, making you get wavy Change your diet, hit the gym And say, "What were you saying to me?" The ego makes you do it, it makes you face the music Or run away from life so fast that you'll outsprint Carl Lewis It has you think your deceptive ways of being are the truest Had the prettiest brown eyes but you change them shits to the bluest It's the ego You might also like Ooo, Jack White Ooo, Jack White A celebrated genius, my dick game is the meanest I'll take the girl that's augmented, new me is invented I'll take the biggest house in Calabassas Anyone for Michael Phelps swimming classes? You need it when you're balling, equally when you're falling Or when those kids in school on your locker They get to scrawling Epithets that's racist is stupid and mean in nature Something that can make you feel stronger when people hate ya Ego make you violent or govern like a tyrant Or switch a dictionary's word from vibrant to vivrant Fool the thirsty people, selling tap water in bottles Fooled a girl with NYU scholarship and now she models Ego has no ending, has people pretending Religious zealots get jealous 'cause guys want their defending This is the last Tribe and our ego hopes that you felt us And closing for our ego, we know only God can help us Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind Ego, ego trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin' Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind Ego, ego trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin' Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind

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Midnight

Midnight by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Raphael Saadiq)

57 ContributorsMidnight Lyrics The night is on my mind The sun'll still shine But the night is on my mind So parlay while I drop this rhyme See, Jake be gettin' illy when the sun get dark He be comin' out for heads, but shit, don't let me start There's activities a-plenty in the nighttime For the ghetto child, it seem to be the right time See, kids be gettin' stuck with jewels and fly gimmicks Shorty see the action and then start to mimic Runnin' to the corner, the dice game is blazin' Lookin' at the loot, it seems so amazin' Puts the short down, to be exact one pound He shakes the stones in his hand, then he lets it down Uh! Scared money don't make none He threw a trip on the ace, now he's out, son Hits the local bodega to wolf down a gyro Son is on a Midnight Run like De Niro Spots a shorty rock standin' on his block The fiends be houndin' him to pump, so he adds to his knot Conversation that he kicked to the shorty was a sly one Increased intensity, 'cause damn, she was a fly one Took her to the crib, there she ran her jibs About mind upliftment, and bein' positive He yawned and he sighed 'til 1:05 Then he finally realized the honey wasn't live At least he didn't plan on buildin' for the evening Threw the Fila on the dome and said, "Come on, yo, we leavin'" Came out on the scene as he told her to beep him Saw his man Stan with the blunt in his hand (Aww, shhh...!) You know the transaction Brothers gettin' lost in the weed satisfaction Comin' down the block, man, loud as (fuck) You would swear Redman was inside the truck As the night seemed darker, cops is on a hunt They interrupt your cipher, and crush your blunt See you left your work at home so they pat you down for nothin' Why in the hell does 10-4 keep frontin'?! You push to the park even though it's still dark The kid is nice on the hoop, he said, "I'll spot you, troop" You might also like The night is on my mind The sun’ll still shine But now the night is on the mind The night is on the mind The night is on yo mind A-yo, the sun’ll still shine But now the night is on the mind As for me, I'm a nocturnal animal Dark concentrates on a young black man Who makes the niggas' speakers shake The nighttime is busy, it's word to Aunt Kizzy It's the time we get down, yo, son, you know the sound The flavas on the top with the rugged beat to back it The night makes the aura, and the Jake can't hack it The way the moon dangles in the midnight sky And the stars dance around, a-yo, I think it's fly Intensity, most rappers don't see it Spirit wise, musically, you gotta be it Serenity and silence of the sounds and emotions In the concrete jungle when the sun don't bungle I think it's hard to find the words on how I feel I paid about a deuce twenty for the Ampex steel But let me slow down, I think I ran my jibs enough Peace out to the Nation — stay rugged and rough The night is on my mind The sun’ll still shine The night is on my mind The night is on my mind The night is on my mind Yeah, the sun’ll still shine But now the night is on my mind Uh-huh, the night is on my mind The night is on yo mind You know the sun’ll still shine But now the night is on the mind Yeah, the night is on the mind The night is on the mind A-yo, the sun’ll still shine But now the night is on the mind Yeah, the night is on the mind The night is on the mind A-yo, the sun’ll still shine Did you know that the rate of AIDS In the Black and Hispanic community is rising at an alarming rate? Education is proper means for slowing it down

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The Chase, Part II

The Chase, Part II by A Tribe Called Quest

60 ContributorsThe Chase, Part II Lyrics I'm bound to wreck your body, and say turn the party out Dem can't touch we, no, dem can't touch we Dem can't hold we, no, dem can't hold we Dem can't touch we, no, dem can't touch we Dem can't hold we, no, dem can't hold we (Damn Phife, you got fat!) Yeah, I know it looks pathetic Ali Shaheed Muhammad got me doin' calisthenics (Uh!) Needless to say, boy, I'm bad to the bone Makin' love to my mic like Jarobi on the phone But um, no time for jokes, there's bills to be paid (What?) Hoes to be laid (What?), punks to be sprayed (What?) Chumps to attack, so my man, watch your back '93 means skills are a must, so never lack! (Uh!) Sit back and learn, come now, watch the birdie Your styles are incomplete, same as Vinny Testaverde Battlin'? Whenever — hot damn! Gimme the microphone, boy, one time.. BAM! Keep it on the cooler 'cause here come the heat Lyrically in space, the jazz will pace the beat As we proceed to elevate you, we in 4/4 Run and tell your dad the Abstract's the bag As we proceed to move your hind parts, we know as ass Poets got the gimmicks, but they lack the sassafras To make the average hard rocker cock the Glock And roam the city streets on the jury, they hot I be ingredients, like sugar in candy If your life is broke, girl, I'll be the handy-dandy that can mend you My fee is a shower for you I scrub the back and I floss the butt crack Make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff Fuckin' with the Ab', you got the greatest of gifts A-yo, my mic is soundin' bugged — Bob Power, you there? (Yeah) Adjust the bass and treble, make my shit sound clear (Clear, clear, clear, clear) You might also like I'm bound to wreck your body, and say turn the party out Okay, take it from the tip Move back yourself, man, come watch me drop it For sure, me-a go do it, for sure me-a go rock it Me not deal with no changaram, bangaram business I got soul on the end, like Jehovah's got the Witness Musically, the three, poetically we be The enchantment on the airwaves, kids just fade Obey the MC's 'cause the MC's say We flippin' on niggas like we Super Dave But noticin' my stature, y'all niggas know we gotcha Movin' to the rapture, listen how we catch ya Movin' with the pace, here we go, let's begin Makin' people jump out they goddamn skin Lyrically, we bite like we Rin Tin Tin Peace to Grand Pu and his many many skins Don't mark us for the L 'cause you know we get the wins It's the Ab', Shaheed and the Dawg for the blend (I'm bound to wreck your body, and say turn the party out) And I wanna say peace to my man Bob P, my man Jerod (I'm bound to wreck your body, and say turn the party out) (I'm bound to wreck your body, and say turn the party out) (I'm bound to wreck your body, and say turn the party out) And Skeff Anslem on the help out — and we out like shout (I'm bound to wreck your body, and say turn the party out) (I'm bound to wreck your body, and say turn the party out) (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Nine-tre, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) I don't wanna say nine-tre (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) 'Cause my man Extra P said don't say the years (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) So, it's for eternity, know what I'm sayin'? (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Rock, rock on, everybody in Queens, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody in Brooklyn, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Money Earnin' Mt. Vernon, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody in Jersey, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody in Philly, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody in Houston, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody LA, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody in The Sand, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody in Egypt, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody Nigeria, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody in London, rock, rock on Everybody in Sweden, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody everywhere, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) To the niggas on the famous, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) Everybody no name, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) To the kids at Nu-Clear, rock, rock on (I'm bound to ......... turn the party out) To the... The Cave rock, rock on McDonald's, rock, rock on This concludes Midnight Marauder Program Press any key to return to the main menu

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Vibes and Stuff

Vibes and Stuff by A Tribe Called Quest

68 ContributorsVibes and Stuff Lyrics 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 But when they hear the jams, they be on the dilsnick Now I'm not for the rock, I know the territory Go ahead and try, that's a different story Similar to Grimm, I could tell a better one All about a kid, who couldn't rap and didn't run Stands on the side when the mic is getting dumb Resorts to bagging Billy, asking could he have some No never ever, go back and try again man If you come back, I'll be the first to shake your hand Competition's good, it brings out the vital parts The Abstract Poetic, majors in recital arts Do it for the kids, the elders and the rap peers We know the job is done when we hear a lot of cheers Gotta feel the vibes, real from my creation If the hands clap I'm filled with elation Here I am ghetto, full with a lot of steam Think I gotta, I think I gotta, I think I gotta scream Cause that's how good it feels child Let your hair down, so we can get buckwild Do your ill dance, don't think about the next man We must have unity and think of the bigger plan Division we will fall, we must stick together, see I'd like to take this time to say what's up to Kool G The name is Q-Tip, the Midnight Marauder Giving nuff respects to Afrika Bambaataa As a man in the world, I must do my job Take care of Mama Duke, I won't resort to rob Bob you'll get your dough, Mase is my witness Obsessed with the rap, for it's the mental fitness Like shooting Cee-lo, and always hitting head cracks The industry is luck, winning with the fake raps Peace to the crews who pump the real hip hop Not selling out, from hardrock to disc jock You might also like (From disk jock from hardrock, from hardrock to disc jock) I don't know what to say, but here I go freak it If the papes come, then you know I'll seek it I'm just a short brother, dark skin face Weigh a buck-fifty, 36 waist Hair is crazy curly, flip like Mr. Furley To this day I still believe that no MC can serve me Brothers try to front, but everybody know I get more props than the Arsenio Hall Show Party animal I was, but now I chill at home All I do is write rhymes, eat, drink, shit, and bone Found my thrill in Amityville, I'm always in the Island Fudge and Lucky know the time, they know who keeps 'em smiling Go out on my own, something that I gotta do Do what the hell I want and have no one to listen to I'm prompt with my business and I do things on the double Yo, I'm out like Buster Douglas, I say peace to MC Trouble Rest in peace Word Up, rest in Peace, and you know what else? We got, we got, we got the vibes All the people in Long Island, we got the vibes Brooklyn and Queens, we got the vibes Uptown and Now Rule, we got the vibes People Upstate, we got the vibes If you're in DC, you got the vibes Maryland, Virginia, Carolina vibes Out West, we got the vibes In the Bahamas, we got the vibes Over in Europe, you know what, we got the vibes And we gotta keep it alive, it goes um... Of rap I'm a fan, I've seen a whole lot of slums Good with the girls, I get a whole lot of 'em From fat to skinny, Freda to Winnie Emma to Cindy, Constance to Wendy Cause I be real friendly, never on the snotty side I don't brag to brothers about the little papes I got My vocal styles can vary, the sight is never scary It's only legendary, my father well prepared me My job ain't temporary, I'm here for the long shot Better yet the long term, I don't have a perm In a way I do, call 'em the perma-naps I'm crazy slap-happy and I'm scrappy and I'm nappy When I get the mic in my hand with the crowd in the stands It's as good as grand like that Yo, I wanna say peace and dedicate this joint to MC Trouble And to uh... Trouble T Roy And to um... Scott La Rock And to um... Cowboy, you know what I'm sayin? This is for the slain rappers and the fallen rappers, you know what I'm saying? This is a special, special, special, special, special dedication And also to my Pops and also to Vinia's Moms, you know what I'm saying? You just gotta keep it happy and keep the vibes going Cause this is vibes and stuff, and we out...

A Tribe Called Quest

We Can Get Down

We Can Get Down by A Tribe Called Quest

42 ContributorsWe Can Get Down Lyrics We can get down, we can-we can get down It's like that, man, it's like that (Yes!) It's like that, man, it's like that (Yes!) It's like that, man, it's like that (Yes!) It's like that, man, it's like that (Yes!) Check it! I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow If you don't know me by now, you'll never know Steppin' on my critics, beatin' on my foes The plan is to stay focused, only then I can grow Straight from the heart, I represent hip-hop I be three albums deep, but I don't wanna go pop Too many candy rappers seem to be at the top Too much candy is no good, so now I'm closin' the shop Crushin competition like Italians on grapes My rhymes styles be blendin' like a Ron G tape My man, where ya goin'? You can't escape When the Tribe is in the house, that means nobody is safe How can a reverend preach, when a rev' can't define The music of our youth from 1979? We rap 'bout what we see, meanin' reality From people bustin' caps, and like Mandela bein' free Not every MC be with the negativity We have a slew of rappers pushin' positivity Hip-hop will never die, yo, it's all about the rap So Mayor Barry smokin' crack — let's preach about that The trash you talk won't matter, that old bogus chatter The more that you condemn us, it only makes us phatter When I talk, I know I'm talkin' for Hip-Hoppers all around You know you love the sound, we gets down You might also like We can get down, we can-we can get down It's like that man, it's like that (Yes!) It's like that man, it's like that (Yes!) It's like that man, it's like that (Yes!) It's like that man, it's like that (Yes!) Check it! I'm the cherry on the top of yo' ice cream I'm the mystic thought inside your dream Listen to the way we pulsate the jam I'm the nigga here with the mic in hand Styles that we present are just a few To do away with you and your hum drum crew This is '93 and the shit is real Black people — unite and put down your steel Ladies, make a forum on your sexual drive Devote it to your lover and make it thrive The rhythm's in F, I'm a hip-hop body Release my energy with the force of a shotty Standin' on the wall with my Polo on Talkin' to the girl with the Liz Claiborne Keep the poetry in my black knapsack Got my Timbo hooves and my Doublemint pack Hit the city streets to enhance my soul I can kick a rhyme over ill drum rolls With a kick, snare, kicks and high hat Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap I can do a trick with the opposite breed I used to down 40's and smoke grade weed Now I'm doin' shows with half loot down Now it's time for me to take ya Uptown It's like that man, it's like that (Yes!) Shaheed! Shaheed: (Scratching until end) Rakim: "Why waste time on the microphone?" A Tribe Called Quest consists of four members: Phife Dawg, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Q-Tip, and Jarobi A E I O U, and sometimes Y

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Scenario (Remix)

Scenario (Remix) by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Kid Hood & Leaders of the New School)

67 ContributorsScenario (Remix) Lyrics Here in 1992, we present the fabulous What's The Scenario remix Whereas, there are seven MC's Six which are in physical form, and one which is in spiritual essence And he goes by the name of, uh... (Hood!) Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (Shiittt!) I lick buckshots Hood — madman, I rip up stages Laid out on your wages, I'm wild like Larry Davis Extra! Extra! Pick up a clip I tear ass out the frame (Ha!), and grab my dick (Oh!) I'm a Rock'Em Sock'Em robot, kid, I drop bombs I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news I'm crazy and clever, cut throats of crews I'm death on the phono, my skills are porno You say "Oh, no!", you bitch-ass homo! I bag up waste, electrifyin', I'm prime-time I slaughter slime, I'm the greatest of all time Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga Pump slugs in your face, and dump that ass in the river Two tears in a bucket, fuck it! Kick the can (Say what?! Say what?!) I'm a bad, bad man! You might also like Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip Punchin' out hits like Gladys Knight & The Pips The Five-Foot Assassin has just raided your area Your booty rhymes are wack, and that's the reason I ain't hearin' ya (So!) Roll out the red carpet 'cause I'm gettin' this Vanilla Ice platinum? That shit's ridiculous Excuse my French, but profanity is all I knew And to you other sellouts — oh, yeah, F you too And let it be known, I'm not the one to step to You're better off callin' D-Nice to your rescue Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around As for corny MC's, like Chuck D, I Shut 'Em Down The Artical Don of hip-hop, and I won't stop The Five-Foot Assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop So do like Michael Jackson and Remember the Time (Do you remember?) Put on your dancin' shoes or somethin', 'cause you sure can't rhyme (Big up! Big up!) Enter new identity Next to say somethin' 'cause you pass it to me What does it take to check a technique? (Many styles! Many styles!) Hostile heat brings bursts of energy Milo In De Dance is the new identity One-two, mic check Select for the ruffnecks that tend to want, bet I come (Correct!) In my cyphers on blocks, I bring box to connect with knots So I can grow dreadlocks Maintain the rock! (Don't stop the rock!) Maintain the rock! (Don't stop the rock!) Kickin' right inna your what's it not I could rock longer, but fair is fair! So C. Brown — are we in the clear?! (Yeah!) C. Brown — are we in the clear?! (Yeah!) Makin' moves, y'all! (Moves, y'all!) On and on and on! (Check it, check it out!) To the break of, break of dawn (Who's that?!) Just one of the L.O.N.S And A Tribe Called Quest, (East Coast!) to West Remix mad kick, more than Metallica To all MC's fall like the Battlestar Galactica Stampin', stompin', rompin' Compton (People all over the world!) I'm promptin' (Style!) Pick a style, any style, Strong Isle Representation, sensationalization "Scenario" for the radio, 'BLS and KISS, so (Here we go, yo!) Yeaaah! Force, Main Source LP on the rise In livin' color, let's see through original eyes And I'm out like shout! Ooh-ahh! Ooh-ahh! (Ooh-ahh! Ooh-ahh!) There it is, baby pah! Flyin' in on a limb, slim trim, D I am There I am (There I am!) Don't run from a grim Sike! We be right, be polite for my mics Like I'm like (See sick! See sike!) And slip away, and off to the Poconos Spot picked the clothes, hype swing the pretty pose Yamaha (Ay-Ha-May!) Let's flip the funk, now it all spells (Hey!) Enough, enough, Ms. Fitted, I'm wit' it If I did it, I was blitted, and probably shouldn't have quit it 'Cause yo, my vocal status at Knight's like the Gladys Bed rest, spread test, and yo, I'm like the maddest Male, not female, hail from Uniondale Bounce the b-ball, 'cause beats are bein' yelled In the hallways, always ringin' with a (Ho!) This is my two-times-nine on the Scenario Check it out, everybody — rhymes and mics Black mens gettin' loot (Doing what they like!) Eight black brothers in the public eye If you listen very close, I will tell you why (Hood!), Phife, Milo, Dinco and C. Brown Shaheed, myself, and Busta Bust Down Will commence to rock (Rock!), so bring on the flocks (Flock!) Interrogation for the knockin' of the box The boom-box ruler controls the medulla None come cooler, I win like Shula So bust out the move as you start to pursue her Intensified mind, non-blunt consumer Tip will come booty (Well, it's only a rumor!) The meaning's so deep that it starts brain tumors (Tumors!) Peace to Hood, baby, from the midnight crooner Smoke 'em up later, if not then sooner Hey! What we gon' do (Dooo!) in '92? Even though we had fun (Fuuun!) in '91 Wonderful my days, herb dream comin' down Ponna ponna! New sound leavin' cracks in the ground What's goin on, my man? Goddamn! And now my brain is hurtin' Listen up! Busta, rhythm will hit 'em then I get 'em Flip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then I will sit on 'em Open up your mouth if you want the food to get rude Flipmode, 'cause I'm in the mood Ah-heh, ah-heh! Yeah, man, that's how it goes Body drippin' with blood comin' out the nose Give me a Band-Aid, what are you askin' for? (More!) Only your sacred and pure Adverse, Zig-Zag, check it and the Busta new rap Raps, Busta Rhymes, or bust this written rhymes Yeah, y'all, in '92, I'm packin' my roach spray (Anyway!) Take a lick, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School Mad brother when stealthy RRAOW! RRAOW! RRRAAAOW! To my dragon babies, stop whinin' I see my influence still shinin' More crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo That's the Scenario!

A Tribe Called Quest

1nce Again

1nce Again by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Tammy Lucas)

46 Contributors1nce Again Lyrics You on point, Phife? Once again, Tip You on point, Phife? Once again, Tip You on point, Phife? Once again, Tip Word, watch me bust they shit Okay Ohhhh, you did it to me once again, my friend I swear you do it to me every time Cause you stay crazy on my mind Yo, you got it goin' on (Say word) On and on and on On and on and on Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on This is the year that I come in and just devastate My style is great, ask your peoples can I dominate? My rhymes are harder than last night's erection Don't play me close, I'll have this mic up in your mid-section My shit is lovely, simply meaning that my joint is tight Amping up the mic, making sure production's tight Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block But by the end of the day, you'll be on my jock My name's Malik, my hobby's putting MCs to the test And if you front, I'll put my foot up in your freaking chest Freestyle fanatic and never will it ever stop Your crew is his', you might just want to call the cops You might also like Ayy, 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 for a waiter Is watch the doorknob hit me where the dirty dog should've bit me That was my train of thought, but for so long I fought Now I'm at a level supreme to the devil So turn up the bass and lay low on the treble We be the real MCs and you dead, bring a shovel Revitalize, the vital Tribe nigga (WHAT?) The ladies sweat the style like the squirrel sweat the nuts You know a fella's good for the moola Don't smoke no woolas, read the name, call me Slick Tip the Ruler Ohhhh, you did it to me once again, my friend I swear you do it to me every time 'Cause you stay crazy on my mind Yo, you got it goin' on On and on and on On and on and on (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah-yeah Yo, I've been treading on this globe, man, for twenty-five joints Sometimes Shaitan got me by the pressure points But I can break a fella down like sex You eat Wheat Chex but still light in the ass and can't flex If one nigga front, I'ma make more pay 'Cause tonight, we gettin off like O.J And yo, I got a Dawg that bites, fuck the barking Yo, I got a crew with the beats and the smarts and— I fought my shit up on Linden in the one-nine-two Forever writing, never biting, ain't shit else to do Hoping to battle, but most MCs ain't ready yet But if they utter one word then it's as good as set You have MCs dropping bombs that's incredible Some of the brothers, their styles are just despicable As for me, see, I just do how I love to do Try to deny me of my props then I'll be seeing you Most of you suckers wanna be down for the tag-along The freaking fame, someone tell 'em that this shit ain't games You gots to do this from your heart, meaning your inner soul And if it's real, only then will you be on a roll I try to stay on top my game, there ain't no time to lose Four albums deep as a Quester but still we payin' dues So hear me out one time, you gots to be yourself 'Cause if you ain't yourself, you end up by your freaking self I'm coming rugged with the Linden Boule type of slang And yo, we'll see who can hang, yo You on point, Tip? Yo, once again, Phife You on point, Tip? Yo, once again, Phife You on point, Tip? Yo, once again, Phife Ayy, yo, that kid is niiiiiiiice Ohhhh, you did it to me once again, my friend I swear you do it to me every time, yeahhh 'Cause you stay crazy on my mind, ohhhh Yo, you got it goin' on, ohhhh-ohhhh On and on and on, yeah Oh yeah

A Tribe Called Quest

God Lives Through

God Lives Through by A Tribe Called Quest

75 ContributorsGod Lives Through Lyrics Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! There's a million MC's that claim they want some But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb Peace to Sayres Ave., yeah, you know how we go My best friend Steven at the Home Depot Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside Walk past MC's like that girl did to Pharcyde I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how Act like you know, not now, but right now Beast of the East, on MC's I have a feast I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between Now, if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good If Malik don't look good, then Quest won't look good If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good But since the sounds are universal, New York won't look good! Picture Phife losin' a battle — come on, get off it Put down the microphone, son — surrender, forfeit Did I hear somethin' 'bout a crew? What they wanna do? You better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out the cool in you Or it'll be a sad love song bein' sung by Toni Braxton And I'll dissect you like a fraction Oh, you wannabe top cat MC's? I'll pop you like a zit You wanna be the champ? You more like Chief Some-shit Big up myself EVERY time when it comes to this MC's be runnin' scared as if they're watchin' The Exorcist I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast-fed You know the steelo when the diggy-Dawg is on the scene I dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens That goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P You need a chart, straight up and down, man, there ain't no other 'Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover Yo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I get the party jumpin' Get on the mic and break 'em off a lil' lil' somethin' Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I gets the party jumpin' Get on the mic, my man, and break 'em off a lil' somethin' You might also like Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit So recognize me, kids, memorize me Everyday, I be scroungin', rarely I be loungin' I play the down-low, very very incognito Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the honeys wiggle Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager The skills on the hill, overlookin' dollar bills Man, you're crazy, thinkin' you can phase me The Ab' doesn't study mere nonsense, money Life seems to need me, MC's seem too cheesy With they booty ass renditions of defeatin' competition I rock to the roll, man, yes, I'm a soul man Bet ya bottom dollar Vinia will make ya holla As you stand at attention, did I forget to mention? MC's will give me twenty if I sense that they act funny Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant Just mentionin' the fact that the area is fat I dwell in the under, so honey, it's no wonder That I get plenty of tail, while I even get white I'ma bet hittin' head crack — there money, take that Breakin' niggas off, cut they bank, then I'm off While my Nikes match my Lo hat, beat joint is mad fat Got the cutter of the box if a kid think he's ox For tier means creator, the poetry relator It's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell ya who's the boss La-la-la (Oh my God!) La-la-la (Oh my God!) La-la-la, smooth it out y'all (Oh my God!) La-la-la (Oh my God!) La-la-la (Oh my God!) La-la-la (Oh my God!) La-la-la (Oh my God!) La-la-la Queens got a... Brooklyn got a... Bronx got a... Staten Island got a... Long Island got the zone Jersey got a... Philly got a... Milwaukee got a... L.A. got a... Oaktown got the zone La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la See, I like to get down, Jack

A Tribe Called Quest

Rap Promoter

Rap Promoter by A Tribe Called Quest

45 ContributorsRap Promoter Lyrics It's a fly love song To the effect of nothing, effective fronting Is what I don't allow so let me tell you something I am a bonafide Not too modest and not a lot of pride Soon to have a ride and a home to reside If my mama is sick I'm by her bedside Used to watch the show on Channel 4 called Riptide Wash my wears in Tide cause it's too damn cold out-tide That's how the runnings go If there ain't no dough then there ain't no show So take your roly poly fat promoter (ass) To the Chemical Bank, and get my cash If you wanna see the people scream and laugh You best Quest, you ask the Quest, you ask real fast Cause I don't wanna see 'em, start bucking Throwing chairs in the air while you be ducking What what? Don't step to me with that If you promoting a show make sure it ain't wack Or else I'm leaving ("Let me tell you") I'm leaving ("Let me tell you") I'm leaving ("Let me tell you") Your wack show You might also like Yo man what's up with that? Yo don't sweat me C'mon, five hundred, that was the deal C'mon man, don't try to play me out We don't need you, sorry! And the Abstract rapper says I want chicken and orange juice, that's what's on my rider And my occasional potato by Ore-Ida Don't forget my pastry make sure they're tasty I'm not the type to be pushy or hasty See I'm the type of bro that's reared in the ghetto Took a few shorts before Now the only ones I take are the ones that I wear Ain't taking no shorts no more, now Please act proper 'fore I call the CrimeStoppers Don't dip on the dough, cause that's a no-no Make sure you count your money real slow Be alert, look alive, and act like you know It's, the 90s, time to make moves Not, the 80s, do away witcha womb So what? You got a crew I got one too, they're called the Brooklyn Zu Don't break fool, let's be reserved and cool We don't have to act like we in grade school Just make sure that we're taken care of And we'll do a fly show for ya bub, check it out Diggy dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy diggy Dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy diggy Dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy diggy Dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy dig-

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Stressed Out

Stressed Out by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Consequence & Faith Evans)

42 ContributorsStressed Out Lyrics I really know how it feels to be Stressed out, stressed out (Oh, yeah) When you're face to face with your adversity (Oh) I really know how it feels to be (Oh, oh) Stressed out, stressed out (Oh, oh) We're gonna make this thing work out eventually (Oh) Yo, I ain't one to complain, but there's things in the game (What's your name?) Consequence—I'm tight, burnt like flames (And why's that?) American dreams, they got this ghetto kid in a fiend Don't stress that, 'cause it's not in your bloodstream Your whole being comes from greatness—d'you remember? Shaytan got you caught in the storms of December And brothers on the block packing nines, like September Crazy situations keeps pockets on slender (Check it) Yo, I be on the avenue where they be actin brand-new I'm splurging on these Reebok joints for shorty-boo All of a sudden, I saw these two kids frontin' Talking out they joints but they wasn't saying nuttin' My hand was on my toolie they was actin unruly (Say word) Yo, word up! Yo, I was tight, caught up But I swallowed my pride and let that nonsense ride Because I'm positive it seems that negative dies Yo, we was at the dice game making these cats look silly Flamming, steady running off at the Willie I had my cash mixed, my rent due, with my play-dough I gotta see some loot, so on my girls, I blow Shook them shits in my palm, let 'em hit the flo' Kept my eyeballs scoping for them pigs, po-po I got to go on the ave'; see, my parole by four But I gotta steady freak these boys like JoJo And I was doing it 'til I met Ike, Spike, and Mike One roll, they had my pockets thirstier than Sprite Yo, I know the feeling—when you feeling like a villain You be having good thoughts, but the evils be revealin' And the stresses of life can take you off the right path (No doubt) Jealousy and envy tends to infiltrate your staff We gotta hold it down so we can move on past All adversities, so we can get through fast, like that You might also like I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out When you're face to face with your adversity I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out We're gonna make this thing work out eventually You got the N.W.O. (Low cash flow) Your baby's on the way (And you don't know who) And crosstown niggas trying to (Bust at you) Aiyyo they got me stressed out (And you don't know what to do) So frame this Kodak, black, and vision to my contact With a poultry scrap, workers get pistol smacked The switch-hitting Queens, niggas liquid sword spittin With raw poppy, and now your first love is krill Your vision of the mil got crept like Hey Lover Tried to rise to the top, you just couldn't recover And all I want is my laceration of the pie To get this whipped cream before the water runs dry Niggas flash dancing, yo, I don't know why You're sick of snitching, she got you cruising to the pokey Like Smokey, the stress be trying to squeeze out a homey While I'll be trying to get star status like Shinobi So we can build a dynasty, just like the Toby's And all I want is the world to know my steez These money-hungry niggas is seven thirty And got me stressed out like these frog emcees I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out When you're face to face with your adversity I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out We're gonna make this thing work out eventually Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it) Don't worry we gon make it (oh yeah) Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it) We gon make it (gotta make it) Don't worry we gon make it (gotta make it) We're gonna make it (we gotta make it) Don't worry we gon make it (we gonna make it) We gonna make it (oh) Don't worry we gon make it (oh) Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it) Don't worry we gon make it (oh) We gon make it Don't worry we gon make it I know we gonna make it (we're gonna make it) C'mon baby we gon make it (yeah) We gon make it (yeah-ah) Don't worry we gon make it (we're gonna make it) We've gotta make it (we've gotta make it) We've gotta make it (oh yeah) Know we're gonna make it We're gonna make it, gonna make it We gotta make it, know we gonna make it

A Tribe Called Quest

Keep It Rollin’

Keep It Rollin' by A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Large Professor)

65 ContributorsKeep It Rollin’ Lyrics A-yo, swing-swing-swing, to chop-chop-chop Yo, that's the sound when MC's get mopped Don't come around town without the hip in ya hop 'Cause when the shit hits the fan, that ass'll get dropped MC's wanna attack me, but them punks can't cope I'll have you left without a job, like Isaac from The Love Boat So money, watch your mouth, or I'ma have to bust ya Battlin' MC's from JFK to Russia Back down to London, Sweden and Brazil Do a U.S. tour for three months, and then I chill Styles be fat like Jackie Gleason, the rest be Art Carney People love the Dawg like the kids love Barney "I love you, you love me" The shorty Phife Dawg is your favorite MC So move back yaself, dread, you know the element The Tribe is good for ya health like a can of Nutrament MC's don't have no wins, MC's don't have no (bitches) I flip shit crazier than a busload full of Jerry's Kids Your crew don't want it, and your crew don't want it! But if you feel you can swing it, then money, please bring it Large Professor in the house, you know how we do I skate on your crew like Mario Lemieux Peace to Ike Love and the rest of the crew I'll meet you guys in front the cleaners Bring the blunts and the brew, so... You might also like Whassup, kids? The Ab is speakin' from the moon Thanks for your support, a-yo, I'll be home soon But the only thing I ask when I return from my task Is a whole bunch of beats and a flask full of ass My fist stands firm because I'm, black and solid I open up your pores like a plate full of collards C'mon, take it easy, would ya? Easy, easy I'm up in the gulley, that's when I am her Buddy She told me pull her hair, I did, it drove her nutty Filled up the hole like spackle, oh, I mean putty When we over joints like this, we never cruddy Extra P hooked the beat, and kids, it feels luh-ove-ly Check it out, 'cause my conception is immaculate A bachelor, lookin' for a bachelorette Back to you MC's, this is what you gonna get A first-degree burn from my man Ken's cigarette I hope you like Marlboro Paul, you know we thorough like Denver The beat feels like a never-ender But all things good must, so I won't sweat it Drop the seeds for the youthful crew, I hope you get it As I stand, grip this mic inside my hand Boy, I'll smack you up like I was your old gran So respect yourself, son, and come and gimme love Once again, the Ab' is who you think of So chill with the beef, money, we gotta dead it! It's Extra P, and yo, Tip, I'm 'bout to set it On the country once again, here to win I'm Uptown chillin', takin' in this Grandmaster Vic blend From the projects, the PJ's Fuck them two DJ's! Self mission I had her in the ill position Sayin', "Large, you's the soul brother that I'd like to 'F' with For the rest of my life" — Yeah, yeah, now check the method As I, proceed with what you need like Akinyele A whip looks complete when the tires say Pirelli Funk monkey, one rapper fell off, now he's a junkie There's 8 million stories in the city, it's a pity Don't fuck with the skins if she's tryin' to act shitty Big shout to the Guru, Primo and Zulu Nation Was on a vacation, in the ghetto Yo, Ras, slow your roll, I'm 'bout to bag this here schmeydl Rapper Nas on top, it seems we gonna rock it Queens represent, buy the album when I drop it

A Tribe Called Quest

The Hop

The Hop by A Tribe Called Quest

38 ContributorsThe Hop Lyrics Yeah, move your body, inside the party We 'bout to bring it to you kid, like we never ever did My nigga Al G in it, my nigga Shaheed in it We got the girl Kristine in it, got my man Big G in it A-yo, inside the ghetto or in a sunny meadow I'ma make you move, whether woman or fellow Yo, I got the medals in the Warfield of respect Like an ill porno, make ya body get wet Just a ghetto child trying to live a straight and narrow Hoping that my shit will pierce your dome like an arrow I'm sure it will, especially if it's God's will MC's be ready to die 'cause I'ma kill All your negative feelings standing on two feet While I make the hotties move to the hip-hop beat You know it's realer killer, realer than you can imagine Using every source of pain in my range to make it happen If I make it happen, that means I'm making motion And I'm doing my thing causing an ill commotion Everybody do the hop, make it smooth like lotion I lay up in the piece on a incognotion You gotta do the hop, you move to the beat, you don't stop Now everybody here, you do the hop You going up to cop, Uptown for a brick, don't stop You gotta come back and do the hop Yo, fuck the cops, you gotta come back and do the hop Move 'til your body won't stop You gotta do the hop, non-stop motion, non-stop You gotta come back and do the, do the... You might also like You see you, your career is done like Johnny Carson's Get me vexed, I do like Left Eye, start an arson Now that I got that out my system Watch me stab up the track as if my name was OJ Simpson I packs it in like Van Halen I work for mine, you, you're freeloading like Kato Kaelin I'm representing with my crew Mess around, bite my rhymes, I'll beat that ass with my shoe C'mon, you know I'm crazy nice Brothers can't deal with the shorty named Phife You must be mad in the head I bust his ass and leave 'im blood clot for dead Niggas sound like Das EFX If it ain't Das EFX then they sounding like Meth You might as well do Megadeth Y'all punk MCs better save your freaking breath You's a corny motherfucker You must be high smoking dust with Chris Tucker Y'all faggot asses don't want this I pull more peeps than the peeps at the premier of Pocohantas Word is bond I am the baddest And all you honeys out there, word is bond, you know my status So come and pull your panties down This ain't the Barnum Bailey show, I don't get down with the clowns So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends But don't bring your ass by and you ain't got no ends Word is bond, it don't stop Just ease your mind, come along and do the hop You gotta do the hop, you move to the beat, you don't stop Come on everybody, do the hop Even if you cop, you gotta come back and do the hop You move to the beat, you don't stop You smoking jump rocks, you gotta just stop and do the hop Then you come back and do the hop You know we don't stop, we on the ghetto prize on the top You know we come back and do the hop Shorties in the place, all the shorty rocks, do the hop You gotta come back and do the hop We never go on pop, you know we come back, we do the hop This is how it is, we do the hop You move to the beat, then come on everybody, don't...