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[Q-Tip]

Question

What is it that everybody has

And some pirates and theives try to take

[Chorus]

Da Booty (and if you is a crook than you takin’ it)

Da Booty (and if you got money you shakin’ it)

Da Booty (come on everybody that’s here, that’s word

to Phife Dawg and my man Shaheed)

[Q-Tip]

I give my promise to all y’all to keep my shit hittin’

Half of y’all claim dog but now a light kitten

Flippin’ on brothers just like Mary Lou Retton

Get off that ass and see what I’m settin’

Born with this inside, you just can’t get it

This is the lethal pop and you have no weapon

Who is the native brother who keep asses steppin’

make deep impressions and constantly be reppin’

[Phife]

When I was young I’d stretch gouch yo

Now I’m on Letterman, on the couch yo

the black thing with knives is called the back do’

can’t we be cool instead of being foul though

Ghetto child dreams of fast cars and fast dollars

Impressions of live sometimes makes ya holler

Scream all that devil shit and talk like a scholar

You dumb as a doorknob, and why do you bother

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[Q-Tip]

Phife Dawg puttin’ the bite back in yours

Top dog, puttin’ it up, flick his balls

MC from now til I get a frown

Shake that ass girl because you world renowned

Wake up, look at the sun, see the sights

Bull duke, you’ve got to die for your rights

MC’s, y’all got to work for the mic

Zombies, do it from dusk to the night

[Chorus]

[Q-Tip]

Rock to the beat, yo it’s never the same

Good girls usually got good game

Hot cats tearin’ that ass out the frills

Block ass, you had no skills, that’s the reals

Make this money without the friction

Take this honey, there goes your diction

Rappers better retreat, fix your joints

My whole crew got bumps on they points

[Phife]

Rumors being spread ’bout me and my click

We can’t rock shows and our rhymes ain’t shhh

Might not’ve heard it, or maybe you have

Between me and you, they can kiss my ass

Used to get angry, used to get quite vexed

But say what you may, just cash my check

‘Cause all I’m ever guilty of is going on tour

Doing shows galore, and bringin’ it raw

[Chorus]

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[Q-Tip]

Question

What is it that everybody has

And some pirates and theives try to take

[Chorus]

Da Booty (and if you is a crook than you takin’ it)

Da Booty (and if you got money you shakin’ it)

Da Booty (come on everybody that’s here, that’s word

to Phife Dawg and my man Shaheed)

[Q-Tip]

I give my promise to all y’all to keep my shit hittin’

Half of y’all claim dog but now a light kitten

Flippin’ on brothers just like Mary Lou Retton

Get off that ass and see what I’m settin’

Born with this inside, you just can’t get it

This is the lethal pop and you have no weapon

Who is the native brother who keep asses steppin’

make deep impressions and constantly be reppin’

[Phife]

When I was young I’d stretch gouch yo

Now I’m on Letterman, on the couch yo

the black thing with knives is called the back do’

can’t we be cool instead of being foul though

Ghetto child dreams of fast cars and fast dollars

Impressions of live sometimes makes ya holler

Scream all that devil shit and talk like a scholar

You dumb as a doorknob, and why do you bother

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[Q-Tip]

Phife Dawg puttin’ the bite back in yours

Top dog, puttin’ it up, flick his balls

MC from now til I get a frown

Shake that ass girl because you world renowned

Wake up, look at the sun, see the sights

Bull duke, you’ve got to die for your rights

MC’s, y’all got to work for the mic

Zombies, do it from dusk to the night

[Chorus]

[Q-Tip]

Rock to the beat, yo it’s never the same

Good girls usually got good game

Hot cats tearin’ that ass out the frills

Block ass, you had no skills, that’s the reals

Make this money without the friction

Take this honey, there goes your diction

Rappers better retreat, fix your joints

My whole crew got bumps on they points

[Phife]

Rumors being spread ’bout me and my click

We can’t rock shows and our rhymes ain’t shhh

Might not’ve heard it, or maybe you have

Between me and you, they can kiss my ass

Used to get angry, used to get quite vexed

But say what you may, just cash my check

‘Cause all I’m ever guilty of is going on tour

Doing shows galore, and bringin’ it raw

[Chorus]

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