| Listen up everybody the bottom line
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| I’m a black intellect, but unrefined
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| With precision like a bullet, target bound
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| Just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds
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| Now when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hot
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| Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot
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| Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip
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| Draftin of the poets, I’m the #7 pick
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| Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside
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| Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside
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| Listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide
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| Tip the earthly body
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| Heaven’s on my side
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| Even in Santo Domingo
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| Can I gotta Gringo
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| Yo, we got mics, when do we go?
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| Know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me
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| Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy
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| 1 for the treble, 2 for the bass
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| You know the style Tip, now watch me rip this
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| I like my beats harder than two day old shit
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| Steady eatin booty MCs like cheese grits
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| My man Al B. Sure, he’s in effect mode
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| Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue
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| It’s not like honey dip would wanna get with me
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| But just in case I own more condoms than TLC
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| Now the formula is this… Me, Tip, and Ali
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| For those who can’t count it goes 1−2-3
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| The answer… big up is how I be
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| Brothas find it’s hard to do, but never me
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| Some brothas try to dis Malik
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| You see’m catchin me
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| Don’t worry about them booty MCs, my shit be hittin
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| Trainin gladiator, anti-hesitator
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| Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada
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| Mister energetic
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| Who me, sound pathetic?
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| When’s the last time you heard a funky diabetic?
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| I don’t know man
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| I don’t know
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| Complimentary it be
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| The thief of Poetry
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| I got a humdinger comin hook, line and sinker
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| The TIMBO hits with the prints underground
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| TIMBO’s on the toes, i like the way it’s goin down
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| Down like the lady of the evenin
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| When it goes in hun just beleive the sin
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| Cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place
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| (Phife: Take off your boots cuz you can’t run the race)
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| See, this is how we do when we keep it on and on
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| Do what…
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| Got my man Big Mo with the streets and the papes
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| My man Big Mo with the streets and caprice
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| This is how we do when we keep the wildin sheets
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| Cuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please
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| See ya next LP and next CD and next cassette
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| Yo, we about to jet
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| We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders
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| Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders
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| See ya next time cuz we the Midnight Marauders
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| A yo, we out cuz we the Midnight Marauders
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| Go to the record store and get the shit
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| We work hard
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| We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders
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| Queens got it’s own and Brooklyn got it’s own
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| Like that |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oh My God Remix , by - A Tribe Called Quest. Song from the album Cut Killer Tape 7, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп