see where your nuts at I got no patience for niggaz hatin And bitchin ain't gonna make a nigga give you nathin Ol pussy ass nigga soft as a q-tip Say
window saw an eagle fly by, the vibe's Up on the fire escape, the steps I takes when I climb Yo, I gets higher than the size of a high rise, y'all realize
the top tip hits with grit shit Then I'ma shift into high gear, my year, every year Let me hear someone near cheer Q blaze that and I'ma lose it like
out of liars You must learn step and respect the sire face the fire Latifah had it up to here the frauds felling fear, fear The sound is playing like a Q-tip
need to get fly and shit In ninety-five, I'm on sucka MC wanna die shit To your chest and watch the mic get ripped Mad Skillz, Extra P, and my brother Q-Tip
chain The high rise, overlookin ducks and thangs I can see you're fascinated by the trucks and thangs On Q, when she hopped on the tip my man She must
chain The high rise, overlookin' ducks and thangs I can see you're fascinated by the trucks and thangs On Q, when she hopped on the tip my man She must
to make a club song Throw ya hands high reach for the sky For my piece of the pie, I'm a beast, I ain't speakin' no lie I'm frequently high, freak a
Take this bird to the homie on 19th Street It's in the back in the trunk, under the seat is the heat Hollow tip ?? Soopafly, psychotic Super Sonic With
Taste the flav' of the original Orphaned trio, abandoned by lyrical Through us, the echelon exposed with the roll with no soul Counterfeit style, born sworn and sold Out with high
Okay, si guitara Okay sir, let's start with this What's your name? Q Tip Where were you goin'? [Incomprehensible] Left my wallet in El Segundo Left my
high in cholesterol A yo, Phife do you eat em? No, Tip do you eat em? Uh huh, not at all(again) I don't eat no ham n' eggs, 'cause they're high in
you don't understand me goddammit (I don't wanna eat it) A ha ha ha nah baby I aint wit' it (don't wanna eat it) I can't do nothing for you on that tip
One, two, one, two One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two Yo, it's the Q-Tip,
're high in cholesterol A yo, phife do you eat em? no, tip do you eat em? Uh huh, not at all(again) I don't eat no ham n' eggs, 'cause they're high in
Tell you what to do! put some money in my pocket, your hand on my heart. and I'll hold my head up high!" here she comes now... my queen of desire... tip
's chill, but to hell with that, I'm not aaron hall, so.. Chorus: repeat 4x Give it to me, give it to me * sample of q-tip going "uh, uhh, uh,
biz, let's send this out to the propmaster kool dj red alert Bring the beat in, todd Yeah, this is how we're doing it for the '93, we're on the smooth tip