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A Tribe Called Quest - Oh My God Lyrics Chorus Q-Tip: Oh My God (16X) Q-Tip: 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 harlett sounds Now when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hot Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip Draftin of the poets, I'm the #7 pick Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside Listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide Tip the earthly body Heaven's on my side Even in Santo Domingo Can I gotta Gringo Yo, we got mics, when do we go? Know a little nigga who can rhyme where yo ass be Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy Phife 1 for the treble, 2 for the bass You know the style Tip, now watch me rip this I like my beats harder than two day old shit Steady eatin booty MCs 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 1-2-3 The "anti-batty boy big up" is who I be Brothas find it's hard to do, but never me Some brothas try to dis the Malik You see'm catchin me Nah care bout them booty MCs, my shit be hittin Trini Gladiator, anti-hesitator Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada Mister energetic Who me, sound pathetic? When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic? I don't know man(3x) I don't know(2x) Chorus: Q-Tip Complimentary it be The thief of Poetry I got a humdinger comin hook, line and sinker The TIMBO hits with the prints underground TIMBO's on the toes, i like the way it's goin down Down like the lady of the evenin When it goes in hun just beleive the sin Cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place (Phife: Take off your boots cuz you can't run the race) See, this is how we do when we keep it on and on Do what... Got my man Big Mo with the streets and the papes My man Big Mo with the streets and caprice This is how we do when we keep the wildin sheets Cuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please See ya next LP and next CD and next cassette Yo, we about to jet We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders See ya next time cuz we the Midnight Marauders A yo, we out cuz we the Midnight Marauders Go to the record store and get the shit We work hard We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders Queens got it's own and Brooklyn got it's own Like that A Tribe Called Quest - Oh My God Lyrics [Q-tip]: 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 harlett sounds now when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hott V-A-V-A-Vader, the brothers in the spot Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hit draftin' of the poets, I'm the #7 pick lick, lick, lick boy on your backside lick, lick, lick boy on your backside listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide Tip the earthly body heavens on my side even in Santo Domingo Can I gotta Gringo we got mics when do we go know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy [Phife Dawg]: 1 for the treble 2 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 M.C'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 then T.L.C. now the formula is this Me, Tip, and Ali for those who can't count it goes 1-2-3 The answer(scratch-Damn right I'm)Hiccup is who i be brothers find it's hard to do but never me some brothers try to dis my malik you see'm ditchin me now cure all the B.B. M.C.'s my shit is hittin trainin gladiator, anti-hesitater Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada Mr. energetic, who me sound pathetic when's the last time you heard a funky diabetic? (I don't know man(3x)) (I don't know(2x)) [Chorus]: (Oh My God yes, Oh my god(10)) [Q-Tip] Complimentary it be the theif of Poetry I got a humdinger comin hook line and sinker the TIMBO hits with the prints underground TIMBO's on the toes, i like the way it's goin down down like the lady of the evenin when it goes in Toots just beleive the sin cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place Take off your boots cuz you can't run the race [Chorus]: (Oh My God(14)) |
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