Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh My God Remix, artist - A Tribe Called Quest. Album song Cut Killer Tape 7, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.03.1994
Record label: Cut killer
Song language: English
Oh My God Remix |
Listen up everybody the bottom line |
I’m a black intellect, but unrefined |
With precision like a bullet, target bound |
Just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds |
Now when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hot |
Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot |
Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip |
Draftin of the poets, I’m the #7 pick |
Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside |
Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside |
Listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide |
Tip the earthly body |
Heaven’s on my side |
Even in Santo Domingo |
Can I gotta Gringo |
Yo, we got mics, when do we go? |
Know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me |
Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy |
1 for the treble, 2 for the bass |
You know the style Tip, now watch me rip this |
I like my beats harder than two day old shit |
Steady eatin booty MCs like cheese grits |
My man Al B. Sure, he’s in effect mode |
Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue |
It’s not like honey dip would wanna get with me |
But just in case I own more condoms than TLC |
Now the formula is this… Me, Tip, and Ali |
For those who can’t count it goes 1−2-3 |
The answer… big up is how I be |
Brothas find it’s hard to do, but never me |
Some brothas try to dis Malik |
You see’m catchin me |
Don’t worry about them booty MCs, my shit be hittin |
Trainin gladiator, anti-hesitator |
Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada |
Mister energetic |
Who me, sound pathetic? |
When’s the last time you heard a funky diabetic? |
I don’t know man |
I don’t know |
Complimentary it be |
The thief of Poetry |
I got a humdinger comin hook, line and sinker |
The TIMBO hits with the prints underground |
TIMBO’s on the toes, i like the way it’s goin down |
Down like the lady of the evenin |
When it goes in hun just beleive the sin |
Cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place |
(Phife: Take off your boots cuz you can’t run the race) |
See, this is how we do when we keep it on and on |
Do what… |
Got my man Big Mo with the streets and the papes |
My man Big Mo with the streets and caprice |
This is how we do when we keep the wildin sheets |
Cuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please |
See ya next LP and next CD and next cassette |
Yo, we about to jet |
We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders |
Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders |
See ya next time cuz we the Midnight Marauders |
A yo, we out cuz we the Midnight Marauders |
Go to the record store and get the shit |
We work hard |
We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders |
Queens got it’s own and Brooklyn got it’s own |
Like that |