niggas love Abstract Yo, from Far Rock to Flushing, concussion Every time a nigga rhyme it's like we get our bus' on I used to ride a dollar van an'
Vertaling: A Tribe Called Quest. Gee my.
change in a year tell me how everything go and i kno someone told me you wanted to teach (let me give you my new shit x7) call me
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch
Never even care who you sounded like Sound like Snoop Dogg, then you switched to Treach Bit the Pharcyde then A Tribe Called Quest And you gots no respect for me
my guest Yo, 'cause Jungle Brothers in the House And De La's in the house And Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest Ya, ya, ya, ya, you wanna all it Y'know 'cause I could give
a new rep Rap, Busta Rhymes, or bust this wicked rhyme Yeah y'all in '92, I'm packin' my roach spray, anyway Ding-A-Ling, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders
feeling of A Tribe Called Quest But all they got left is this guy called West Better take Freeway, throw him on tracks with Mos Def Call him Kwa-li
from the music chef Jazzy Jeff Children, I've traveled this globe, north to south, east to west And whenever my soul appears lost I turn to the musical stylings of a Tribe Called Quest
to the preacher I'm talking about a verse without a curse that's how I reach ya I can rock a party without a swear or a harsh verb Backwards, no curse
rap is for you people in the past who were against me Who snatched up every opportunity to diss me Put me down like I was nothin', treated me like a
Master Jay a with the zigga-zigga Produce, bamboost, let loose the sound No groups or troops could boo me down I slam and jam, command the land Don't give a
the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch
a Tribe Called Quest, it's Psycho Les Tone Touch Big Ju getting you hype to death Hype as fuck talking about light it up Shorty gave me no play is she a
Let me, let me, let me, let me Let me tell you a story, yes About a boy from the Tribe Called Quest I be that nigga that I think ya'll know With Mr. Busta
s like, with instinct but no guts A sac with no nuts or a mack with no sluts Give me a full-body massage, I still can't be touched They call me Seymour
did I see? Unknown faces starin' down at me First off with the flee as fear overpowered me Chlorophyll got me ready to black, I can't breathe Niggaz askin' me
do ya so Heavy ah D? She said, "You tried to play me Like Big Dad-dy." I said, "I know your Tribe I Called and re-Quested For you to be manifested."
