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Q-Tip

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 bon-a-fide

Not too modest and not a lot of pride

Soon to have a ride and a home to reside

if my momma is sick I’m by her beside

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 buckin

Throwin chairs in the air while you be duckin

what what? Don’t step to me with that

If you promotin the show make sure it ain’t wack

*sings*

Or else I’m leaving (”let me tell you”)

I’m leaving (*cut and scratched* ”let me tell you”)

I’m leaving (*cut and scratched* ”let me tell you”)

Your wack show

Q-Tip Yo man whassup with that?

Phife Yo don’t sweat me…

… c’mon, five hundred, that was the deal

Q-Tip C’mon man, don’t try to play me out

Phife We don’t need you, sorry!!!

Q-Tip You know you need me

*drum roll*

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Q-Tip

And the Abstract rapper says

I want chicken, and orange juice, ?dat sauce on my rider?

And my occasional potato by Oreida

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 takin 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 ya know

It’s, the 90’s, time to make moves

Not, the 80’s, do away withcha womb

So what? You got a crew

I got one too, they’re called the Brooklyn Zoo

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

Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy

Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy

Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy

Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-diggy-diggy

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Q-Tip

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 bon-a-fide

Not too modest and not a lot of pride

Soon to have a ride and a home to reside

if my momma is sick I’m by her beside

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 buckin

Throwin chairs in the air while you be duckin

what what? Don’t step to me with that

If you promotin the show make sure it ain’t wack

*sings*

Or else I’m leaving (”let me tell you”)

I’m leaving (*cut and scratched* ”let me tell you”)

I’m leaving (*cut and scratched* ”let me tell you”)

Your wack show

Q-Tip Yo man whassup with that?

Phife Yo don’t sweat me…

… c’mon, five hundred, that was the deal

Q-Tip C’mon man, don’t try to play me out

Phife We don’t need you, sorry!!!

Q-Tip You know you need me

*drum roll*

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Q-Tip

And the Abstract rapper says

I want chicken, and orange juice, ?dat sauce on my rider?

And my occasional potato by Oreida

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 takin 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 ya know

It’s, the 90’s, time to make moves

Not, the 80’s, do away withcha womb

So what? You got a crew

I got one too, they’re called the Brooklyn Zoo

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

Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy

Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy

Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy

Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-diggy-diggy

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