Aw, baby, now want to make me some? No, baby, tell me why don't you? Oh, now, baby, tell me why don't you? Make me some of your fine famous Bar-B-Q?
now want to make me some? No, baby, tell me why don't you? Oh, now, baby, tell me why don't you Aw, make me some of your fine famous bar-b-q? -
Hay mucha gente que me dice Que no valgo madre y no voy hacer Nada porque me critican Ahora tengo feria y ellos me envidian Chingan y piden siempre me
of Philly, kinda hot, Charli Baltimore, long kiss goodnight I use what I got, neva step below this vivrant thang Get into the swing, do the lil' ding-ding Me and Q
?? So Q(Hey u,Mr.Q,hey u) Just because of U(Hey u,Mr.Q Mr.Q) So Q(Hey u,Mr.Q,hey u) Just because of U(Hey u,Mr.Q Mr.Q) So Q(Hey u,Mr.Q,hey u)
Baby, I just want you to understand Just exactly how you make me feel Oh, yeah I wanna feel you next to me Time after time when I'm feeling low Something
know So if you are available (Q,Mike,Slim,Daron) Repeat Verse1 (Q,Mike,Slim,Daron) Repeat Verse1 Repeat Verse2 If you really wanna know (Q,Mike,Slim
Tell me your secret I don't just want to know about any secret of yours Because tonight I want you to learn All about the secrets in your garden I wanna
Everything must change Nothin' stays the same Everyone will change No one stays the same The young become the old And mysteries do unfold 'Cause that
I hope tomorrow will bring better you, better me I know that we?ll show this world we got more we could be So you should never give up on your hopes and
Q Ball! So what really happened nigga? I understand ain't nobody did shit. Ain't nobody did shit for my 'causezin. Where dem niggaz at dat said dey'd
I meet my forb at the corner store Me and niggaz rapping out here, I just want it more Turn the music down, you can hear my stomach roar Bagged a hundred
Just feelin' things out for real, ya know? Just wanna do me for real, ya know? No reason to make it complicated for feelin' agitated You love it or you
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
Sent you a message, sent you an email Hasty decisions we may still prevail Both needed breaks, we both needed to bail Walkin' thru' the corridors of my
"Yo. Niggas be on the mic, they be all serious I'd love to be serious but effortless shit Effortless effa-efortless. Mmm-hmm Turn my music up, Duro. Yo
Hmmm, so you're the one they're talkin' about Let me see if this is real When I do it, eyes lookin' at me When the music should be the only thing you
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
