Da Booty Lyrics
A Tribe Called Quest
<div>[q-tip]<br />Question<br />What is it that everybody has<br />And some pirates and theives try to take<br /><br />[chorus]<br />Da booty (and if you is a crook than you takin’ it)<br />Da booty (and if you got money you shakin’ it)<br />Da booty (come on everybody that’s here, that’s word<br />To phife dawg and my man shaheed)<br /><br />[q-tip]<br />I give my promise to all y’all to keep my shit hittin’<br />Half of y’all claim dog but now a light kitten<br />Flippin’ on brothers just like mary lou retton<br />Get off that ass and see what I’m settin’<br />Born with this inside, you just can’t get it<br />This is the lethal pop and you have no weapon<br />Who is the native brother who keep asses steppin’<br />Make deep impressions and constantly be reppin’<br /><br />[phife]<br />When I was young I’d stretch gouch yo<br />Now I’m on letterman, on the couch yo<br />The black thing with knives is called the back do’<br />Can’t we be cool instead of being foul though<br />Ghetto child dreams of fast cars and fast dollars<br />Impressions of live sometimes makes ya holler<br />Scream all that devil shit and talk like a scholar<br />You dumb as a doorknob, and why do you bother<br /><br />[q-tip]<br />Phife dawg puttin’ the bite back in yours<br />Top dog, puttin’ it up, flick his balls<br />Mc from now til I get a frown<br />Shake that ass girl because you world renowned<br />Wake up, look at the sun, see the sights<br />Bull duke, you’ve got to die for your rights<br />Mc’s, y’all got to work for the mic<br />Zombies, do it from dusk to the night<br /><br />[chorus]<br /><br />[q-tip]<br />Rock to the beat, yo it’s never the same<br />Good girls usually got good game<br />Hot cats tearin’ that ass out the frills<br />Block ass, you had no skills, that’s the reals<br />Make this money without the friction<br />Take this honey, there goes your diction<br />Rappers better retreat, fix your joints<br />My whole crew got bumps on they points<br /><br />[phife]<br />Rumors being spread ’bout me and my click<br />We can’t rock shows and our rhymes ain’t shhh<br />Might not’ve heard it, or maybe you have<br />Between me and you, they can kiss my ass<br />Used to get angry, used to get quite vexed<br />But say what you may, just cash my check<br />’cause all I’m ever guilty of is going on tour<br />Doing shows galore, and bringin’ it raw<br /><br />[chorus]<br />
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