Just a lil somethin'-somethin' About the cats who be frontin' You know the tip, he be huntin' For all the goodness gracious All across the wide spaces
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Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch
cats you know, that just happened to blow Not synonymous with Hollis Jay, Darryl and Joe Ayo we made it so that others can grow Look at LL, a tribe called quest
clean my front lens With a system, that knocks harder than Rin-Tin-Tin Without question, I'm flexy when I'm sexin' Wicked when I Kick It like A Tribe Called Quest
the gangsta lean The real one, huh? What? The real one, huh, nigga what? (The real one) I'ma stay in the field, on a quest for the mil's And try to
a new rep Rap, Busta Rhymes, or bust this wicked rhyme Yeah y'all in '92, I'm packin' my roach spray, anyway Ding-A-Ling, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders
By Nature, silence the lambs A Tribe Called Quest gotta silence the lambs To the Zulu Nation, silence the lambs To my man Kid Kapri, silence the lambs To the crew
rest Electric Relaxation from A Tribe Called Quest With the boom, tokin', smokin', coolin' out As I parlay in my room 'cause it's a lazy afternoon Consider this a
from the music chef Jazzy Jeff Children, I've traveled this globe, north to south, east to west And whenever my soul appears lost I turn to the musical stylings of a Tribe Called Quest
to the preacher I'm talking about a verse without a curse that's how I reach ya I can rock a party without a swear or a harsh verb Backwards, no curse
" Yes, yes y'all, a we don't stop Yes, yes y'all, a we don't stop Yes, yes y'all, a we don't stop Yes, yes y'all, a we don't stop Yes, yes y'all, a
the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch
of Hennessy Ain't never had a friend like me Remember memories so vividly Was once a little dust kicker now becomes a G Who can I call when they all fail Collect calls
Ab You either true fat or cut the flab On the microphone hot it's Skillz before heat A wack nigga rhymin, kills a raw beat And I got both, bout to cook up a
the joint, to my man KMG Well you can call it what you want but if you don't I'm still a nigga with a pimp strut, ooh, a macadamia nut Ah, say what
here to Sacramento This here groove was made for vintage freestylin' Feelin' like I?m chillin' on a Caribbean island Rugged, raw material is what we bring forth A Tribe Called Quest
on point for the ninety deck? Is it muscle bound and will it flex? But trudgin', we are used to You don't quest alone, quest with a crew We're four,
