Q-Tip

[Ice Cube]
Yeah, yeah
Get your ass up in her, yeah
Uh, Ice Cube baby
Ninety-nine baby
I'm on the grind baby
All the time baby
Show me something

*[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
Put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
Put your ass into it

[Ice Cube]
Tic-tic-boom
Hear me banging down these back streets
Bumpin' Blackstreet, fiending like an athlete
Life ain't a track meet (no)
It's a marathon
Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on
We be clubbing till we die
Nigga ask the bartender if you think we lie
But if you think we high, nigga think again
Cause when it's sink or swim
You got to think to win
As I drink this here
Everybody will know it
Cause I ain't going for it
So pray to the Lord that I don't pull out
Cuss out and bust out
Go to nigga raveling
Make the clip traveling
You can try to smoke an ounce to this
While I pronounce this shit
Baby bounce them tits
Mama move them hips
Baby shake them cheeks
I got dick for days
You got ass for weeks, yeah, yeah

[Ms. Toi](Ice Cube)
Don't stop get it, get it
(That's real)
Don't stop nigga hit it
(I will)
[Ice Cube]
I'm gon' do it, gon' do it
Gon' do it, do it, do it


*Repeat

[Ice Cube]
Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
The thug ones, relatives and my cousins
And I got ?m by the dozen
We they buzz hun, quick to say fuck your husband
This is for my niggas locked away
Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date
But when we hit checkmate with Ice Cube the great
As soon as I get a word we can rush the safe
Fuck them license plates because life is great
It don't matter if you're rich and your folks ain't straight
I'm still coming with that underground gangsta shit
No matter how many niggas say we ain't the shit

[Ms. Toi](Ice Cube)
Don't stop get it, get it
(That's real)
Don't stop nigga hit it
(I will)
[Ice Cube]
I'm gon' do it, gon' do it
Gon' do it, do it, do it

*Repeat

[Mack 10]
I do hard core rhyming, hard time grinding
With will I pimp hoes
Other niggas wine and dine them
Gotta love this pup shit
Passing the mud shit
Pockets on flood shit
OG lyrical blood shit
I don't rent I buy shit
Niggas jealous of my shit
You unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit
While you're rooting and recruiting
Nigga 6-8 whooping
I was in the hood shooting cause I had the wife whooping
I go from padres gold to oversized jars
I past up strife and got star awards
No time for hating, Mack paper chasing
Came out the substation to the hip hop nation
The mo' hits the mo' bigga with illegal weight figga
Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga
Bust the first asshole to show I can hit it
I keep pushing, don't quit it
Don't stop till I get it

*Repeat
We be clubbing
Freaky gyration is close to fornication
We be clubbing
Freaky gyration is close to fornication
Ice Cube Westside Connection
Know how we do?
Get your ass up in her

(Electronic Beeping noice for about 20 seconds)

We on a brand new page. ("Uh.") Millennium days,
desperation on the streets gotta find a new way
Keep the mics and choke holds. The saga unfolds
Machavellian approaches executed by the coach
I'm in these streets like a ghost
The air-jettin' artist
To the love, I hit 'em right plus I hit the hardest, man
I got a whole new approach for the rhymin'
You cherry cats slide, I'm holdin out for the Heisman
Uh! You play the rappin' roll
I take the rap and sold,
and intertwine it wit' mine and turn a half to whole
I'm just a genie in a Jack bottle
Them fake ballin'-ass cats is just a wack model
This joint knocks wit' the force of a gat throttle
I live by 'You put it out, we get it back' motto
Hey. But who around but just your average reproduction, love
Rap is gettin' lose so all the ice is screamin' 'Thug'
What the hell is wrong? I'm askin' in this song
One time I smoked hash out of the hippies' bong
One of us is goin' laid 'cause I ain't gettin' played
I leave you right inside that shitty-ass bed you made
and walk along chuggin' Baller's Brains, rockin' rings
and things and just waitin' for white rains
I got the drive, dog. I hope the dogs' ready
My mentality on dime chicks is stay sweaty

Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your ("It's the Ummah for all time.") wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your ("The Ummah forevea!") wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your ("GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT...") wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your ("..UP! UP! UP! UP! Yo!" ) wait up.

You wanna shoot dice or wanna shoot rounds?
Wanna sell rhymes or wanna sell pounds?
The decision is yours. I'd rather see tours,
get chicks wit' ghetto shit fallin' out they drawers
My team stay posted. They stay roasted
Niggas who all in it had a hard knock livin'
Administra, rhyme minista, illa treasura
You didn't know that your man was a legend, huh?
Embonishment for the both of you
I hit the road and I take my whole fuckin' crew
cause I'm a Queens cat. ("True.") To the G's cat. ("True.")
Gettin' money for more than one needs cat. ("Aiiight, c'mon.")
Condition never peers and ("Take it home, kid.") mind stands out
From Seattle to South Beach my joint: grand clout
It's the street commentator, providin' you wit' data
on how to live unique and it's really not neat. We gotta...

Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your ("Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.") wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your ("Brand new shit, huh.") wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your ("GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT...") wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your ("..UP! UP! UP! YEAH! HA-HAA...") wait up.

And all the fellas go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.'
And all my ladies go, 'Uh, uh, uh.'
And all the fellas go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.'
And all the ladies go, 'Uh, uh, uh.'
Fellas go, 'Where you at?'
Ladies go, 'Yo, come back!'
Fellas go...ladies go...
Fellas go...ladies...yo...

A mellow disposition even when it's pain
Your mental ammunition is faulty wit' a drain
I puts it down, Lord, Fuck a mic cord
Brother's out of his game so we can see tours
The innovator - your man still a hater
The Abstract imprint, it stays like a Smint
I got the masses cold, wigglin' and shakin' they ass
Ma, you betta get involved and do it real fast

(Beeping starts again but with instrumental backing it)

Take you (higher)
Hit you (higher)
Make you (higher)
Hit you (higher)
Take you (higher)

I don't know what to make of this
Funny brothers on my nerves type ridiculous
I guess I really gotta do it
Put my game down
?????? fucking blew it
Put my name down
And it seems you fucked up like a drug deal gone wrong
Figured out a lot, you won't be that way long
Plus, you niggas is bush leaguers
And I bet y'all ain't get no bush either
My hood dogs sing songs of rejection and pain
If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain
Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains
My man ???? so he stressing your chain
We see the 'morrow through the shades of it might not come
Got to get it all now 'cause we might be done
Matrix, nigga (nigga...), you looking at the one
Fortified with a bonafide blastin' of a gun
We in the space for positionin'
Money and illiciting
Living out our lives while certain cats just lookin' in
We bewildered off the sacks and the green
Whether the bay, L.A., or Chicago or Queens
You better raise your game
They comin' at you high
You better raise your game
Don't ask no questions why, nigga
Then speak figuratively, I mean this shit
And speak literally, you in some shit

(Higher) take you
(Higher) hit you
(Higher) make you
(Higher) hit you
(Higher)

I dominate flows
I dominate shows
And, in the nightime our dominance grows
And, you could see from the posture I'm holding
Yo, I'm ???? up while the rest is folding
A hip hop cat who's flown world wide and
Experience, adventures like poseidon
Bunk heads with r and b chicks
Give 'em one hit joints and they lookin' for the remix
The shit that I spit like plain clothes days
Surprised you legit make your whole team freeze
I'm so irregular
Ear on the cellular
Let's celebrate 'cause your man is a hell of a
Fillin' the blank with a good thing to fill in
We hold it still 'cause we walkin' with still (chance, chains???)
Blindsided up in your own reality
While we in the heat of the moment, fuck morality
I really wanna see you rise to my joint ma (ma)
I'm lookin' straight don't see your eyes get my point ma (ma)
However you do it, I'm doing you back
Yo, don't misconstrue it, 'cause I'm screwing it back
Yo, rappers better count my presence as they down time
I gotta move around, don't have no fuck around time
So, you better just get on back
just (incoherent scats) abst'act

Aiyo, (higher) take you
(Higher) hit you
(Higher) make you
(Higher) hit you
(Higher.........)

Uh, uh...higher......we gettin' higher
Yeah.....higher......

Yo, one more time
I don't know what to make of this
Funny brothers on my nerves type ridiculous
I guess I really gotta do it
Put my game down
???? fuckin' blew it
Put my name down
And it seems you fucked up like a drug deal gone wrong
Makin' out a lot, you won't be that way long
Yeah yeah, plus, y'all niggas is bush leaguers
And I bet y'all ain't gettin' no bush either
And I bet y'all ain't gettin' no a-hoop either
(Ad libs)

Uh uh uh uh uh get up
Uh uh for real uh uh
Come on
Ummah, Ummah, Ummah, Ummah

[Q-Tip]
A hard time if your motion is still
Let me move some things around because the lyrics is ill
Abstract..you know my stiggidy in here [yeah]
Niggaz get on and swear it's they fuckinyear
But yo your girl just moved
to the joint in the club, in the car if it groove [uhh]
Broad look, the movement is on
Mild mannered mami's in Victoria thongs, uh
I give my rhyme a bless
Guaranteed to make it right if your night is a bust [yeah yeah]
You Vivrant and you fresh and all
Original to say the least and you've impressed Kamal [come on]
Rappers start then they stall
Findin it very hard to make it over the wall
Hey, get your weight up, my motto you heard?
And I grown a deaf ear to felonious words, uh
So girls move it around
If you see your main dog give a brother a pound
And just uh..

Chorus: Q-Tip

Breathe and Stop, for real and give it what you got, and just uhh
Breathe and Stop, for real and give it what you got
Give it what you got, give it what you got
If you on the block then give it what you got

[Q-Tip]
A thug, a thrill, you as mean as the eyes [say word]
I wanna feel you, them big ass thighs
Your Prada dress or your Gucci bag
with the Polo jeans over doobi-bag, uh
Yo hold the door a-ight?
We comin through, Tribe beef, hold it down for the night
Big Moon got the fifth
D-Lyfe he got the deally and girl you got the gif [yeah for real love]
turn it over the page
Usherin all of y'all to a brand new age, where [yeah]
status really don't matter
everbody get right to the pitter the patter [come on]
Makin moves, settin precedence
Enterin your residence, the whole scene is decadence
and the feelin is true
I'm seein me and my crew, you seein black and blue, uh [yeah]
So let's go for the ride
Strap yourself in tight and if you bonafied then just uh

Chorus

[Q-Tip]
Dunn what what bring it, bring it
A-bring it give it bring it give it
bring it give it bring it give it
bring it give it bring it give it
bring it give it bring it give it
bring it give it bring it give it
A-where we bring it to?
Right here, right where? Right here, right where?
Right here, right where? Right here, right where?
Right here, right where? Right here, here here
Right here, take it home home, take it home, right here

[Q-Tip]
Millenium, on your mind, are you runnin out of time?
Hope you skippin every line because I'm gettin mine
Move it around a bit again
Every block every town we startin a trend [for real for real]
Eye to eye ma and toe to toe [toe to toe]
Who concentratin on killin the show?
Penetration is methodically slow
Mountain high valley low gonna find the dough [yo for real for real]
All my peoples, no matter the creed
We gonna satisfy the urge and discover the need [uhh uhh uhh uhh]
You feel, you feel the bite in this
If you think I'm type real then invite me miss
And let me say a rhyme in your ear
Dancin close you the most and you fit in here [yeah]
You feel the rhythm is right
You know the spittin is tight
You think you won't but I think you might, uh

Chorus: 8x

"Awwwwwwww. Looky here, looky here, looky here!
You out the frame with it. You off the chain with it.
You out the frame with it. Woman, woman..."

You got your girlfriend around ya.
No wonder she surround you. Look at you.
Your brown eyes pierce just like a knight,
make afella think real hard about the rest of his life.
The whole *shit* is strange. I'm really thinkin' brains
but on the other hand, I really feel your stress and pain.
Flimsy little men, they can't command you
and they don't have the heart to demand you,
but niether do I. I guess I'll let you walk
on and watch 'cause your walk is strong.
Sippin' passion wit' a stranger in the club,
it doesn't necessarily equate to love.
It's not really in the air, I wanna take it elsewhere
Somethin' wild that 'chu can't compare.
Bangin' on my wood drum now
Hope your hearin' all the sound. Now, *nigga*, come now.
Sittin' at home, a hat in my hand
while you crawlin' on the earth with your natural tan.
Your than is jigg-i-lin' and causin' a stir.
Let's do it real rough until life is a blur.

I suit you the way that 'chu want.
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want.
It caught me the way that 'chu want. ("Uh, uh, uh.")
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out, now.")
I suit you the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out. Check it. Uh.")
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it.")
It got me the way that 'chu want.
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want.

I can kinda understand, you know.
I mean bein' at the top, I mean to start a show.
The brushes with fame, continuous game you get,
hustles with plans, stakin' they clans and *shit*.
But you shine and you pay it no mind, always
stayin' on the grind with the thangs you do.
You got the illest little switch and you
ain't takin' no *shit* 'cause nobody wanna *fuck* wit' 'chu.
Admiration to the utmost.
All my dogs raise your cups 'til the girl toast.
I don't wanna bring shame to you really,
I wanna put flames to you sincerly.
Make your box-spring jump like a low rida.
Best place that I could be is inside ya.
The love that we have could be real
but you gotta go by what your heart feels.
Heart feels. Heart feels.
Heart feels. Heart feels.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, come on.

I suit you the way that 'chu want.
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want.
It got me the way that 'chu want. ("Uh, uh, uh.")
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out, now.")
I suit you the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out. Check it. Uh.")
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it.")
It caught me the way that 'chu want.
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want.

[Q-Tip]
To all the lowriders, and big-riders
Lowride.. what happened in the car yo?
F'real, let a nigga..

Brand new truck, butter soft seat
Four point somethin with a low ride somethin
Ain't nothin better than to ride out the hood with it
Who lookin better and damn you lookin good in it
Take a chance with a nigga in the choice ride
Listen to the CD's I play inside
Mos Def, Jay, Prince, and Stevie
Marvin Gaye, Led Zeppelin, and Biggie
And when the evening is over love
Gonna find a nice spot for the Rover love
Do things to make the man in the moon blush
My mind race but I tell my waist don't rush
You's a upper echelon piece
So when you find there's a stash then you don't freak
You wanna nibble on a nigga ear
And do all the things that make a nigga wanna get near
Oh I'm a Queens representative
Get wild by any means my incentive is
When we done, I start it up again
And ride round with you cause you my special friend, uh

[CHORUS]
OOh, me and you I think we should riiiide
Come on come on come on come on
Don't worry just done get insiiide
Come on come on come on come on

The second cut, her ride is like art
We get creative in it when we take it out and spin it
The backseat is the canvas we paintin on
Abstract the word we creatin on
The TV's in the back and the dash too
Got miss napkins and bamboo
Don't worry, the Tip's past the legal one
Outkast's bangin loud in my eardrum
The way the wheels spin cuttin through the still wind
Outsiders lookin in with the ill grin
Fuel injected brand new inspected
Emissions got tested details perfected
Got the Armor All touch, empty out the dutch
No tobacco spillin on my rug clutch
Kick off your shoes show off your peticure
Shake off the blues we all forgettin more
Boy that thing
Stuff that brings ecstasy makin you cling
A little harder than your average hug or grab
Lady tell me this is better than takin a cab
And when you back tell all your girls
You rode around hot-wheelin drinkin, no earl
Vacationin, V up my V8
Just one night we drive and we escape

CHORUS x2

Lets talk about these things we see
Walking across the land
Lets talk about these joints I got
Every body get down
Lets talk about these things we see
Lets talk about these joints I got
Lets talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take
And the jobs we hold
And the land we stole
And a buck or two
And the love for you
And the things you do
Lets talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take
And the jobs we hold
And the land we stole
And a buck or two
And the love for you
And the things you do
Lets talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take
And the jobs we hold
And the land we stole
And a buck or two
And the love for you
And the things you do
Lets talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take
And the jobs we hold
And the land we stole
And a buck or two
And the love for you
And the things you do

I puff L's with ladies and gentlemen
I break spells with faith in a burst of wind
Others talk but.what they talk about?
Who could walk but live what they walkabout
A calm head in the middle of wartime
People go down just so they could get more shine
Girls wave your flag and surrender your faculty
Niggaz got geez but its not really mack to me
Keep it soft like we killers and often gat
You walking on me guaranteed you be crawling back
Abstract see it like this is the king in you
Allies living one more if I'm fuckin too
Dogs don't eat it up increase they feedin time
I'll be damned if a mutt starts eating mine
Let's stay clubbed out the moon makes it whistle
Pants gripped your ass now I hope they don't fall apart
Look around you tell me who else is shining girl
Fat rapping cats on my dick they just whining girl
That's just the magnetism that a Queens fella has
Range rover gism and he fronting with his Lexus ass
But watch imma drop to a bronco
See me in your Bentley nigga just honk yo!
And just know that your man to can get that
And just though that I don't really wet that
And just know that this nigga here flips tracks
Ooh what, whose ya, pain and slip dat
The illest regiment is what I represent
Get us mad you gonna see the way gorillas went
Mactime I need a diamond at least a friend
I fear Allah he has no start and he has no end
We raise the roof up and tear the fuck up off
Bucking hard like the coast guard, who's soft?

Lets talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take
And the jobs we hold
And the land we stole
And a buck or two
And the love for you
And the things you do
Lets talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take
And the jobs we hold
And the land we stole
And a buck or two
And the love for you
And the things you do
Lets talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take
And the jobs we hold
And the land we stole
And a buck or two
And the love for you
And the things you do
Lets talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take
And the jobs we hold
And the land we stole
And a buck or two
And the love for you
And the things you do
Lets talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take
And the jobs we hold
And the land we stole
And a buck or two
And the love for you
And the things you do
Lets talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take
And the jobs we hold
And the land we stole
And a buck or two
And the love for you
And the things you do

[Q-Tip]
"Yo. Niggas be on the mic, they be all serious...
I'd love to be serious but... effortless shit.
Effortless... effa-efortless. Mmm-hmm.
Turn my music up, Duro. Yo, yo, you my hero.
Make the shit get loud-a. Even more in my headphones loud-a.
Uh. Sweetheart, shake yo' ass cheeks.
Bust it. Mmm-hmmm. Mmm-hmmm."

We gon' knock it down and put this
rock solid Amplified shit up.
Girl, it's like a sit-up.
So you betta send a letta to the betta.
We cut the bank and takin' all the bankin' chedda.
Girls get pretty-ed up,
then they comin' out the club. Rap cats, lock it up.
Worldwide vision where
everybody sees clear.
I could get you ten here.
Uh. Makes no fuss. Keep my shit plush.
Compliment, I get blushed. That's just how a brotha is.
Big Willy kids and we really run our jibs.
Ladies, breathe easy. Let your man please thee.
Uh. Takin' rhymes to another zone.
Is your mother home? 'Cause we can get the moans,
and stay strickly on a rhythemic notion, and
keep the joint close for the commotion and
keep movin' around. Movie stars.
Buy a little car, buy out the bar.


[Q-Tip (Meda Leacock)]
("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.


[Q-Tip]
"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?"
We do it alive, blowin' the spot of this.
Showin' to prove what rap is. ("What is it?")
Marauder, pass the blue moon.
Hit 'chu wit' the ill tune.
Ass cheeks move wit' the help of my jacket bloom.
Insert the veteran
who consecutively come wit' shit yet again.
On the dance floor, chicks get horny.
Hopin' that they all move on me.
Word, for REAL for real.
Do it hard for the love of the game.
Pull your card and I'm askin' yo' name, bitch.
Jay-Dee be champion.
Tip be stylin' and definin' yo' chick, best compan-ion.
I'd advise you to fix your self, for real,
and do your shit wit' more zeal. ("More zeal.")
We in the mix and it's thickenin',
my rhyme and it's tickin' in.
The hatin' and the shit is so sickenin'.
Picasso, original. ("'Riginal.")
You forg-azy and the shit amaze me.
Sharpen your contrast and put a little color in it.
High Define your screen and put this brotha in it.


[Q-Tip (Meda Leacock)]
("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be. ("Need to be...")

[Q-Tip]
now picture this a man wit his whole thing in order
movin through life at will he ill
he make his own teeth growl wit his generous style
but he still no joke wit his wisdom and smile
givin pounds all around no need to act foolish
enjoy the time no need to get toolish
i spit it out wit the general feelin that
once u vibe wit it then you keep on comin back
the north south and east and the west
wanna see which crew can do it the best
Is it the North, where people drink juice and Smirnoff?
Girls go hard but they lips stay soft
the west where cats throw jets to play
smokin green all day keep a loked out sway
east..side..the hustle get real
pretty young things with their mass appeal
or the south where thugs keep gold in their mouth
big ol' girls with their thang hangin' out
whatever it is I hope you evolve
we gon push it to my level let the G evolve come on

Chorus: [Q-Tip]
Go..go at..go at it hard..real hard

[Q-Tip]
everybody take note to your man and ya'll
and I will take note to the grand
it's venomous I mean the way they hate
they can't wait for my to mize me meet my great but
no attention I give them no light
niggas gotta know that I go through mics
go through walls with sounds and speakers with real drives
You can't fuck this nigga from Tribe a yo
I put my mind to the work in here
and make sure that all of ya can understand
that I don't do bitch, I don't do tricks
I stay doing beats while you stay layin' bricks
I do do the things that keep me from the rest
and I do that well if I do suggest yo
put your hands on your system and feel me out
or put your hand on your money and hold your cloud
the indoor seat of lady galor seas
she get touched once and she'll never divorce me
hey clear your brain as I implimate raw thoughts
you shouldn't be aware that I don't get off course
stayin' steady on it niggas ain't ready for it
flourin' it hard with A.J. Pettite on it
a noble's face and I'm doing my pace
makin' sure all my conrads get a true taste
what?.. a good shit and I'm ringing your memory
we goin' hard yo and that's how it need to be
so wake up and take that sleep outcha eyes my friend
here's the mot-to in your ear hear this again

Chorus

heavy hitters knockin shit out the park
you didn't even really play tell me why did you start

[Jessica Rivera]
"Hmmm, so you're the one they're talkin' about.
Let me see if this is real."

[Q-Tip]
When I do it, eyes lookin' at me when the
music should be the only thing you see. It's the
score to a cinematic oddity. Lettin'
off shit, hit your ass repeatedly. Acro-
batic, wha. I'll pull something through your chest-piece.
Before she came home, pit-stopped breast be.
Watched the movie, and smoked a philly and
took a hit of D. She actin' all silly and...
I pull the brothers in depressed situations. When the
thang hit the 'phere, we risin' up to the occassion.
You're killin' me wit' petty, little rap beat.
'No fingerprints' is how my expert-ass be.
While I'm at it, I'ma stand my ground right
here. Spotlight, where the chicks is found.
You see this little-ass club we in? Yo, it's
mine, intertwine, wink your bun, do it to the drum.

[Jessica Rivera]
"Yeah, that's alright.
But I know you can do better than that! C'mon! C'mon!"

[Q-Tip]
Aiiight then. I guess we stand the same ground, same
page and wanna freak shit. I wanna
eat it, watch you beat it, cum
real hard than repeatin'. Yo!
The frivolous rap song he rap about
is no good. Remove all the crap about
my dogs is all in for the national.
No passion, then I guess they be cashin' out.
I keep my eyes on things and
I keep my shine on BLING!
My peoples ain't nothin' to toy wit'.
Professional, leavin' a boy stiff.
You doin' all while you're really talkin'.
You need to get gun or get walkin'.
This greedy-ass country we in? I guess it's
mine, intertwine, wink ya bun, do it to the drum.


[Jessica Rivera
Q-Tip
Both]
What 'chu really wanna do?
I wanna really do it right.
What 'chu really wanna do?
Grab ya hands, hug ya tight.
For real?
For real.
Well, what 'chu feel?
Well, what 'chu feel?
We can...
Do it. Do it. Do it.
Do it. Do it. Uh.
What 'chu really wanna do?
I wanna really do it right.
What 'chu really wanna do?
Grab ya hands, hug ya tight.
For real?
For real.
Well, what 'chu feel?
Well, what 'chu feel?
We can...
Do it. Do it. Do it.
Do it. Do it. Uh.
What 'chu really wanna do?
I wanna really do it right.
What 'chu really wanna do?
Grab ya hands, hug ya tight.
For real?
For real.
Well, what 'chu feel?
Well, what 'chu feel?
We can...
Do it. Do it. Do it.
Do it. Do it. Uh.
Do it. Do it.
Do it. Do it.
Do it. Do it.
Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it.


[Q-Tip]
"So, I was wondering what would happen...how would you feel if
I...came inside your bedroom, I took off all your clothes, and
took all mines off. And, uh, I got the portable DVD thing...
and...got the...right connections. I stick it in and put on top
your spa basing to get you all fucked up over the bounce. And
then, you can take it off and then..."

Uh.. check it out now
Uh.. no doubt now
Uh.. yo, check it out now
Uh.. no doubt yo

Special girl, real good girl
Biggest thing in my itty bitty world
Called her up and she made me feel right
Wish for bliss could never take flight
Sittin back with this mic in my hand
Spittin hot shit tryin to see grand
Imprinted on my mind every minute
Make my plans and you always in it, yo
Uhh, such a vivrant thing
Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing
And even though we both fly
Give each other space and not the evil eye
Actin like grownups
Don't even try to hide cause the spot blown up
Girlfriend tellin you she wanna see
I say 'I dunno' but you say 'Gladly'
And when we both do hit
We go on and on and on and on and on and
Sweeter than Ben & Jerry
Can I rhyme? Well you know I gets mine
Sittin round in my abstract car
This abstract thing goin abstract far, yo
Uhh, such a vivrant thing
Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing
Yo.. such a vivrant thing
Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing
Look at you, look at me
Look at you, look at me
Check it, yo - check it, huh
Yo, check it - uhh, yo
Yo.. such a vivrant thing
Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing
Look at you, look at me
Look at you, look at me
Yo, check it, yo, check it
Yo, check it, yo yo yo
Yo.. such a vivrant thing
Vivrant uh, uhh-uhh, uh

Gettin back to my MC status
All the Willie that I kick make the other niggaz mad it's
movin, to your town and situation
Shorty thought she subtle but she really was blatant when she
shook her thing and violated
Now these wolf-like thoughts are formulated
I'm sayin, "Yo is this some heartfelt shit here?
Am I strong-backed nigga? Well shit yeah
Plus we can hold a convo'
or go to the movies, my crib, whatever yo
Just wanna see you by my side"
We on 95, know the stash is in the ride
A rappin nigga for real
You would find me in a cypher if I didn't cop a deal
Rap slate like big weight
You buy, I sell, we split big cake
Uh uh, just move your little thing
Move it around and shake your little thing
Uh uhh
Yo.. such a vivrant thing
Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing
Uh, yo, you such a vivrant thing
Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing yo
Uh, such a vivrant thing
Vivrant thing a vivrant thing uh
Vivrant thing a vivrant thing uh
Vivrant thing ah out yo uh uh
Yo..

[Q-Tip]
for real though who really got sick though
on the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window
bird chest niggas witcha winderous fearaf
fuck around you'll be against me the size of a meal sack
cutie little bucks better hit the jake
but that doesn't mean nothin to the heart within
you cramped up you and your team I'm amped up
and you asses can't dip my B
my shine what the fuck is on your mind?
Little weaklink rappers better hit the grind
Other brothers ain't motivated they can't do it
Not only the opposite train it I ran through it
My music comes on and we march at the dance
Inside of your mind or inside of my pants?
Use a cruel intention that we have is bad
You sick? Drink a NyQuil when I'm bed on your ass
Oh well then here comes the gellatiin
Tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin' friends
Now your party is completely blown
Real name is Kamal I'll make him peep his own
It's rap time for you that means nap time
Preachin from my joint what the fuck I'ma clap mine
Singin songs in 6 pens with sit tensed
Surpised your ass is the end like the sixth sense
heavy hitters knockin shit out the park
you didn't even really play tell me why did you start
spittin sharp blades lakes with bleach
you wanna play around kid I'm not a walk at the beach
a stroll in the park or your fuckin playground
put on your headphones and tell me how granades sound
put on your walkmase and go underneath the town
Q-Tip abstract how I gets down

Chorus: [Busta Rhymes]
All my bitches, dance if you know that you dam sure
Let your pussy drip on the dance floor if you wanna
[Q-Tip]
get down
[Busta Rhymes]
fuck that niggas will bust gats
better lit a make for their rush that cuz they wanna
[Q-Tip]
get down
[Busta Rhymes]
blick shit piano sick shit
[Q-Tip]
get down
[Busta Rhymes]
chill you can get off my dick and
[Q-Tip]
get down
[Busta Rhymes]
while I'm on the hook get on your good foot
and blow up the spot for all of you niggas cuz that's how we
[Q-Tip]
get down

[Q-Tip]
comin with the brand new quickly we pant to
the young black man with intentions to band you
see that people need a age in things
so many paid their ways so many phean to stay
I really rhyme cuz I feel I should say things
By the fortualte act rap just so they cop rings
Or maybe because when they was young
They was fronted on a life alone that have their own fun
Now their all grown up to be assholes
I'm giving you the rope will you tie talassels?
You swing dingaling for peas trees
While I sip my Dacarees in the south west breeze
Writings so exciting the pen it keeps
Drippin out jings that's converted to hems and them
People be hummin in formality next to kin
My family is starvin? You know they want me to win
We forfeit nigga please get off it
Second checkin my name to my office
Mutombo in the lane yo I toss it
Abstract comin through witness abortion

Q-Tip:

Just feelin' things out for real, ya know?
Just wanna do me for real, ya know?
No reason to make it complicated, you feelin' agitated,
You love it or you hate it?쫋uck it
Desperation, jumpin' off of street corners here
Hustlahz lookin for buzz like "pop one in here"
Local state officials??yeah they out of touch
Getting money for some, aiyo, ain't nothin' much
But yo?쫖et them tell it, we smoke it and we sell it
You don't understand, so don't tell it
You sneakin' souls just for phat diamond golds
Cuz our lady friends have likings for designer clothes
People in my hood think??if I'm lookin raggedy, then the cat is just a weak
link
In the very fake chain of oppression??if television taught me any lesson, it's
"Image is Nothing", but yo I got a thirst?쪵othing, but yo I got a thirst
Nothing, but yo I got a thirst?쫤hat's first? Your rings or your purse?

Jonathan Davis (KoRn):

(Oh boy?쫛h boy! Make your wagers back there! Step lively?쫤omen and
children first! The world is coming to an end! Come on now?쫤e're looking at
the end! We have to leave them?쫤e have to leave all our paraphanelias
behind??{brought back?쫇rought back??[repeated]} LET'S GOOOOO!)

It's kinda scary you see??
How fucked up things can be
Each time you take a bath
How it could have been your last
There's so much shit around us
Things we can't even see
Is this the end of our line?
That's where I wanna be??that's where I wanna be
That's where I want to be??that's where-I want-to be

(End of Time)-repeated
(Brought back??-repeated

You took me to the restaurant where we first met
You knocked a future shock crowbar upside my head
I got caught with the stop of the tick-tock, tick-tock clock
When you told me what you knew

Lost in the moment
The day that the music stopped
And I do remember you

Drawing patterns with a cork on the tablecloth
Promising volcanic change of plot
Where will this lead us - I'm scared of the storm
The outsiders are gathering, a new day is born

I tried to tell you I am not afraid
You looked up and saw it all across my face
So am I with you or am I against
I don't think it's that easy - we're lost in regret

Now I'm trying to remember
The feeling when the music stopped
When you told me what you knew

Lost in the moment
The day that the music stopped
And I do remember you

Drawing patterns with a cork on the tablecloth
Promising volcanic change of plot
Where does this leave us - I'm scared of the storm
The outsiders are gathering, a new day is born

Drawing patterns with a cork on the tablecloth
Promising volcanic change of plot
Where does this leave us - I'm scared of the storm
The outsiders are gathering, a new day is born

The outsiders are gathering, a new day is born
The outsiders are gathering

A man walks away when every muscle says to stay
How many yesterdays - they each weigh heavy
Who says what changes may come?
Who says what we call home?
I know you see right through me, my luminescence fades
The dusk provides an antidote, I am not afraid
I've been a million times in my mind
This is really just a technicality, frailty, reality

Uh, it's time to breathe, time to believe
Let it go and run towards the sea
They don't teach that, they don't know what you mean
They don't understand, they don't know what you mean
They don't get it, I wanna scream
I wanna breathe again, I wanna dream
I wanna float a quote from Martin Luther King
I am not afraid
I am not afraid
I am not afraid

I am not afraid
I am not afraid
I am not afraid
I am not afraid

Say ho, everybody say ho
bop-po quay yo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
bop-po quay yo, everybody say ho
Everybody say hooooo- hooo
Everybody say ho
And check it out now

Who is cat eating out on the town
And make the whole dining room turn they head around
Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga
He got the speakers in the trunk
With the bass on pump(?)
Who be riding up in the highrise elevator
Other tenants who be praying they ain't the new neighbor
Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga
They try to play him like a chump
Cause he got what they want

He under thirty years old
But already he's a pro
Designer trousers slung low
Because his pockets stay swoll'
Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go
VIP at the club, backstage at the show
(Yes y'all) the best crib, the best clothes
Hottest whips on the road
Neck and wrists on froze (say word)
Checks with O's o-o-o-o-ohs
Straight all across the globe
Watch got three time-zones
Keep a digital phone up to his dome
Two assistants
Two bank accounts, two homes
One problem
Even with the O's on his check
The po-po stop him and show no respect
"Is there a problem officer?"
Damn straight, it's called race
That motivate the jake (woo-woo) to give chase
Say they want you successful, but that ain't the case
You livin large, your skin is dark
They flash a light in your face

Now, who is cat dining out on the town
Me'tradie wanna take a whole year to sit him down
Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga
He got the speakers in the trunk
With the bass on pump(?)
Now, who is the cat at Armani buying wears
With the tourists who be asking him, do you work here?
Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga
Nigga Nigga

Yo, the Abstract with the Mighty Mos Def
White folks got it muffled across beneath they breathe
"I didn't say it.."
But they'll say it out loud again
When they deal with their close associates and friends
You know
Sneak it in with they friends at the job
Happy hour at the bar
While this song is in they car
And even if they've never said it, lips stay sealed
Their actions reveal how their hearts really feel
Like, late night I'm on a first class flight
The only brother in sight
The flight attendent catch fright
I sit down in my seat, 2C
She approach officially talking about, "Excuse me"
Her lips curl up into a tight space
She don't believe that I'm in the right place
Showed her my boarding pass,
And then she sort of gasped
All embarrassed put an extra lime in my water glass
An hour later here she comes by walking past
"I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph"

They stay on Nigga patrol on american roads
And when you travel abroad they got world Nigga laws
Some folks get on a plane go as they please
But I go over seas and I get over siezed
London-Heathro, me and my people
They think that illegal's a synonym for Negro
Far away places, customs agents flagrant
They think the dark face is smuggle waiting in cases
Bags inspected, now we arrested
Attention directed to contents of our intestines
Urinanalyis followed by X-rays
Interegated and detained to damn near the next day
No evidence, no appology and no regard
Even for the big american rap star
For us especially, us most especially,
A Mr Nigga VIP jail cell just for me
"If I knew you were coming I'd have baked a cake
Just got some shoe-polish, painted my face"
They say they want you successful
But then they make it stressful
You start keeping pace, they start shaking up the tempo

Now, who is cat riding out on the town
State trooper want to stop in his ride, pat him down
Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga
He got the speakers in the trunk
With the bass on pump(?)
Now, who is the cat with the hundred dollar bill
They gotta send it to the back to make sure the shit is real
Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga
Nigga Nigga Nigga

You can laugh and criticize Michael Jackson if you wanna
Woody Allen, molested and married his step-daughter
Same press kicking dirt on Michael's name
Show Woody and Soon-Ye at the playoff game, holding hands
Sit back and just bug, think about that
Would he get that type of dap if his name was Woody Black?
OJ found innocent by a jury of his peers
They been fucking with that Nigga for last five years
Is it fair, is it equal, is it just, is it right?
Do they do the same shit when the defendent face is white?
If white boys doing it, well, it's success
When I start doing, well, it's suspect
Don't hate me, my folks is poor, I just got money
America's five centuries deep in cotton money
You see a lot of brothers caked up, yo straight up
It's new, Y'all living off of slave traders paper
But I'm a live though, yo I'm a live though
Putting up the big swing for my kids yo
Got my mom the fat water-front crib yo
I'm a get her them pretty bay windows
I'm a cop a nice home to provide in
A safe environment for seeds to reside in
A fresh whip for my whole family to ride in
And if I'm still Mr Nigga, I won't find it suprising

It's Q-Tip, the ass-jack
Will.i.am and Sergio
Q-tip steady rockin' on yo' radio
It's the eh, it's the ethnic
It's the hip hop dance, let's sing

Corocodo, corocodocodo
Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng
Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng
Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing

Corocodo, corocodocodo
Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng
Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng
Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing

Corocodo, corocodocodo
Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng
Cisaingeng, cisaidengeng
Cirikidzing

It's Q-tip

Don't have lotta time, man, I really gotta move man
She's waitin' for me now, man, don't wanna blow the move, man
'Cause you know I gotta go to her place
I go to another space when I look at her face

And look at her eyes they're deep like pools of water
I'm really turned on now and I know that I oughta
Hold her hand, let my love pour dance on the dance floor
If you can't dance, baby, I can show you
Jus' clap yo' hand and let the music take you

And put your foots in, and let it all shake ya
And take yo' head and put you hands up, ah
And shake your waist, ah, and you can tip it up
Just move your hands, eh, and move your waist, eh

You're looking in my eyes and in my face, ah
And then I feel you when I keep pace, ah
And then we dance, and we let the music happenin'
We fall in love all over again, again, again, we say

Corocodo, corocodocodo
Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng
Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng
Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing

Corocodo, corocodocodo
Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng
Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng
Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing

Corocodo, corocodocodo
Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng
Cisaingeng, cisaidengeng
Cirikidzing

And check it out, check it out, check it, ah, ah, ah
It's Will.i.am, check it out, check it, ah, ah, ah

Can't be wastin' time, yeah, I gotta make my move, man
Gotta girlie lookin' at me, peeping at my hood, man
No time to waste when you're up in the spout
'Cause there's too many boppers that make my cock block

So I git myself together, make sure I'm looking smooth, man
Walk up pumpin' it as, and what you do, man
She tol' me she chillin' and they doin' nuthin
So I said maybe later we can get in the sun

We can skip to a diner and sip a little coffee
And talk about hip hop stars and astronomy
By the way baby what's your sign
She said, "Virgo", I said, "Pisces mine"

And this was her favorite dish
And I never met a virgin pretty like this
Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, do it, do it
Let's do it, do it, do it

Corocodo, corocodocodo
Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng
Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng
Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing

Corocodo, corocodocodo
Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng
Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng
Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing

Corocodo, corocodocodo
Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng
Cisaingeng, cisaidengeng
Cirikidzing

It's Q-tip, it's Q-tip

Yo 'tip you on point, yeah
Is the beat on point, yeah
Is Sergio on point, yeah
I know you know I'm on point, yeah

Yo 'tip you on point, yeah
Is the groove on point, yeah
Sergio on point, yeah
I know you know I'm on point, yeah

You know they love it like this, yeah
Because we got it like this, yeah
You know we love it like this, yeah
Yeah, it's like this y'all, it's like that y'all

Will.i.am in da house with Sergio
Q-tip's in da house on the radio
On the radio, on the radio
On the radiya, diya, diya, diya, diya, di, radio

(feat. 2Pac)

[Q-Tip]
One two..
Dedicated, dedicated..
Yo I remember, it musta been about, ninety-one, ninety-two
Somethin like that..
We had did a show, in San Fran', and 'Pac ran up on stage with us
We was doin "Check the Rhime"
And after he got up with us, went to the back
and he asked me if I saw "Juice" - figure it just came out
I remember givin him love
We always had that respect for each other heh, y'knahmsayin?
I guess uh.. we was enjoined kinda on the same path of truth
Or whatever whatever
But he still here though
I know uhm ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh I know it, y'knahmsayin?
I feel him right here
Yeah, I just feel him right here
Hah, hmm, I just feel him right here
Huh, I'ma take my time, I'ma do this joint
Ha ha ha, ha ha

The fear, in the heart, of a man
Dedicated to my heart, my ha-ha-heart
The fear, in the heart, of a man
Dedicated to my heart..

Against an attacker, I will boldly take my stand
because my heart will show, fear for no man
Before a broken heart, I run with fright
scared to be blind in the vulnerable night
Uhh, I believe this fear is in every man
some will acknowledge it, others will fail to understand
Uhh uhh uhh uhh, there's no fear in a shallow heart
because the shallow heart is faint and don't fall apart
because the shallow heart is faint don't fall apart
But feeling hearts that truly care
are fragile to the flow of air
And if I am to be true then I must give.. my fragile heart
my fragile heart
I may re-ceive-great-joy
Or you may re-turn it, say it again
I may re-ceive-great-joy-or you may re-turn it, ripped apart, hah
ripped apart.. ripped apart..
ripped apart nothing left.. ripped apart
Yeah, Tupac Shakur
Tupac Shakur
Tupac Tupac Tupac
Tupac Shakur
We miss you
And we love you
And we love you
Tupac Shakur
And we miss you
And we love you
Tupac Shakur, such a beautiful man, such a beautiful man
Tupac Shakur, I said we love you mon, I said we love you mon
Tupac Shakur, mmmm yeah