and Patterson Now I graduated with DJ love From rockin from Virginia and seein the Q Club People looked at me and said "Why you DJ'n?" &
deal like shaquille o'neal If you don't know what you're doing, how the hell can you be real? Chorus 2 (2x): (scratching)(q-tip from "check the
ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
Keepin it thorough is our motherfuckin claim to fame Throw on your wetsuit, when it rains, it pours and all Hit em with the four Don't even know him from
and that's the joint they got the real clear CD in. She said, "Stars couldn't get me in a car. I don't know what type of man ya are. You might know
what you want me to be So I'm a be that, for six d-i-g-i-ts I'm a l-u-n-a-t-i-c, 'bout to b-l-o-w-u-p, c'mon (chorus) (kyjuan) Y'all be hatin a lot '
lum The way thought put it down be confusin' some of y'all Cats can't walk while chewin' your gum 'n all With a keyboard got do with a drum 'n all School
a-lum The way Thought put it down be confusin' some of y'all cats can't walk while chewin' your gum 'n all With a keyboard got do with a drum 'n all School
on the chop-chop Boppers gon bop-bop, but it don't stop-stop Third Coast's finest, feel what we spitting Like a platinum Rolex, we just roll we ain't
comes with it You can keep it if I can't hit and quit it because It's D-J Q-U-I-C-K who you thought it was C-O-M-P-T-O-N, flossin the proper buzz I cut
the deal like Shaquille O'Neal If you don't know what you're doing, how the hell can you be real? [chorus 2 x2:] (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime
hop-e Feeling in the music that you could quote Not saying that I hate it cause here I kinda dig it But what good is a' ear If a Q-Tip isn't in it So
bust you all upper-lippy [Chorus 2X] [Q-Tip] Tribe Called Quest, and you don't stop The Midnight Marauders, yeah you don't stop Phife Diggidy, yeah you don't
style is A, B, C-D E-F, G-H, I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P, Q-R-S Don't test, I taught you how to get your deals You put my style on your reels You went uptown, claimin
Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep often Take over your party, slamdance witcha hood Took your ladies back to the projects with us Then sent her {ass} back on the Q
Capri and that's the joint they got the real clear CD in. She said, "Stars couldn't get me in a car. I don't know what type of man ya are. You might
thorough is our motherfuckin claim to fame Throw on your wetsuit, when it rains, it pours and all Hit em with the four Don't even know him from a hole