Oh My God Lyrics
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#118;>Chorus q-tip:<br />Oh my God (16x)<br /><br />Q-tip:<br />Listen up everybody the bottom line<br />I’m a black intellect, but unrefined<br />With precision like a bullet, target bound<br />Just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds<br />Now when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hot<br />Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot<br />Jalick, jalick ya wind up ya hip<br />Draftin of the poets, I’m the #7 pick<br />Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside<br />Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside<br />Listen to the fader, shaheed lets it glide<br />Tip the earthly body<br />Heaven’s on my side<br />Even in santo domingo<br />Can I gotta gringo<br />Yo, we got mics, when do we go? <br />Know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me<br />Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy<br /><br />Phife<br />1 for the treble, 2 for the bass<br />You know the style tip, now watch me rip this<br />I like my beats harder than two day old shit<br />Steady eatin booty mcs like cheese grits<br />My man al b. sure, he’s in effect mode<br />Used to have a crush on dawn from en vogue<br />It’s not like honey dip would wanna get with me<br />But just in case I own more condoms than tlc<br />Now the formula is this...me, tip, and ali<br />For those who can’t count it goes 1-2-3<br />The answer...big up is how I be<br />Brothas find it’s hard to do, but never me<br />Some brothas try to dis malik<br />You see’m catchin me<br />Don’t worry about them booty mcs, my shit be hittin<br />Trainin gladiator, anti-hesitator<br />Shaheed push the fader from here to granada<br />Mister energetic<br />Who me, sound pathetic? <br />When’s the last time you heard a funky diabetic? <br />I don’t know man(3x)<br />I don’t know(2x)<br /><br />Chorus:<br /><br />Q-tip<br />Complimentary it be<br />The thief of poetry<br />I got a humdinger comin hook, line and sinker<br />The timbo hits with the prints underground<br />Timbo’s on the toes, I like the way it’s goin down<br />Down like the lady of the evenin<br />When it goes in hun just beleive the sin<br />Cuz queens is the county, jamaica is the place<br />(phife: take off your boots cuz you can’t run the race)<br />See, this is how we do when we keep it on and on<br />Do what...<br />Got my man big mo with the streets and the papes<br />My man big mo with the streets and caprice<br />This is how we do when we keep the wildin sheets<br />Cuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please<br />See ya next lp and next cd and next cassette<br />Yo, we about to jet<br />We a tribe called quest and we the midnight marauders<br />Tribe called quest and we the midnight marauders<br />See ya next time cuz we the midnight marauders<br />A yo, we out cuz we the midnight marauders<br />Go to the record store and get the shit<br />We work hard<br />We a tribe called quest and we the midnight marauders<br />Queens got it’s own and brooklyn got it’s own<br />Like that<br />