Lyrics: Q-Tip. Hey.

The name is Q-Tip, enterin through the middle

from the left, dead all the jokes and the riddles

Comin from the maximum gain, the octane

that's on the radio it made me feel so low

It seems we gotta, brighten, the damp prison

I'm Nintendo 64 and you Mattel Intellivision

Bustin from no mo' trey-eights, now papi weight

This joint is like a Ruger, watch it roar like a cougar

And we gotta, move on the dancefloor

and work it out all night that's what you came here for

Just chem', I fills it to the rim, your shine is lookin dim

Daddy shine the light on him, ahem it's me

Leader of the Starfleet Force

Guaranteed to knock your joint off course, we took the loss?

Damn right, sure as Tina made Ike

We gonna put it in your noggin all night, and all day

The Trilateral Commision we dissin

Tellin citizens be straight, but like snakes they hissin

I'll be damned if I let his song fall to the side

Goin piggybackin shit, let's ride, c'mon



I put it down, now what you gonna do [x8]

Hey, now, what you gonna do, with yourself, hah? [x4]



When you hear this, recognize you hear love

MC nigga illin over b-boy dubs

Riding through the shit like Tron

Doesn't matter if you onboard, do you wanna get on?

Cause if you do, watch all the moves that we make

Gotta do the things right, ain't no time for mistake

It's the hip-hop cat that can't, fuck with Jake

Just because he wear a badge doesn't, mean he straight so

what you wanna swallow it down or let's take it

Disregard those who fake it, yo it doesn't matter

about the realm, hip-hop is to the helm

It's divine to hit the mind like slippery elms

So put it down man, put it on down

Put it down man, put it on down

Put it down woman, put it on down

Put it down man, put it on down

Put it down man, whatchu gonna do

Put it down woman, whatchu gonna do

A-put it down man, whatchu gonna do

Put it down woman, whatchu gonna do



['Hey' repeats in background for a bit]