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A Tribe Called Quest
<div>[chorus]<br />Doin’ our thing in queens<br />We had dreams about bein’ emcees<br />And there was no concern about so and so<br />And these record companies<br />But now we all are grown<br />And the spots is gettin’ blown<br />Boyz ii men, abc, bbd<br />Nah, we ain’t none of them, b<br />Give me<br />So give me<br />Nore, phife dawg and abstract<br />Give me<br />To everyone in the world<br />Nore, phife dawg and abstract<br /><br />[noreaga]<br />Yo when I rap, all my niggas love abstract<br />Yo, from far rock to flushing, concussion<br />Every time a nigga rhyme it’s like we get our bus’ on<br />I used to ride a dollar van and really get my bus on<br />Yo, from south don to el segundo<br />All my niggas gettin’ high yo, and still livin’ on the run though<br />Get alot a dough so now we have a lot of fun though<br />Q-u, two e’s, n-s<br />All we really care about is money, cheba and sex<br />What what what<br /><br />[q-tip]<br />Niggas get faded, never outdated<br />Give it to the world, ’cause for long they waited<br />Shorties online to cop the new cd<br />So hip-hop’ll bust nut in graffiti<br />We could two-piece it or we could just seize it<br />Shorty, you’re my shit, ’cause my style wild decent<br />What’s it gonna be, the party or the precent? <br />Queens cats rock, keep it rugged and recent<br />My nigga nore thug it out (thug it out, no doubt)<br />Phife dawg buggin’ out (buggin’ out, no doubt)<br />The love movement no doubt (love movement, no doubt)<br />Ali shaheed get a shout (shout it out, no doubt)<br /><br />[noreaga]<br />Yo better things, hold on, take a time out<br />Huddle up, yo, queens niggas won’t fuck it up<br />Keep my southside niggas just palyin’ the cut<br />While my queensbridge people stay roughin’ you up<br />East elmhurst, carona, iatola<br />Keep the caller I’d on the motorola<br />Gotta keep the po-po on the payola<br />Queens niggas shut it down, now it’s all over<br /><br />[phife]<br />One nine two, the bully fram lou<br />Merrick van wig holler shaft got brew<br />Head up jamacia ave, cop a tape by dj clue<br />Move to the acre, sippin’ on a guinney booze<br />Scoopin’ ladies up in babies makes my day complete<br />Freestylin’ over beats for my peoples in the street<br />This is a place where stars are born<br />Linden to lawton, we keep it hot like porn<br /><br />[chorus]<br />
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