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A Tribe Called Quest
A Tribe Called Quest
Künstler:in
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Künstler:in
Redman
Redman
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Trevor Smith
Trevor Smith
Komponist:in
Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
Komponist:in
Malik Izaak Taylor
Malik Izaak Taylor
Komponist:in
James Dewitt Yancey
James Dewitt Yancey
Komponist:in
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
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Ali Shaheed Muhammad
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
The Ummah
The Ummah
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David Kennedy
David Kennedy
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Phife dawg Yo Kamal reggie noble up in ya Yo Busta bus, yo it's time to step up You know I plaster, the little bastard And mastered the real way you slap the bitches niggaz backwards Uh-oh, aiyyo, whenever Busta Rhymes say so When we move yes sometimes we lay low aiyyo Big up my little nigga Pedro Make you after the L like turkey, cheese and tomato Fuck is that? Especially for niggaz that will pay no Attention to instructions, like they still wan' disobey y'all Wonderin' how it's activate real quick So that then I could grow about five feet more with an extra dick One dick to hold in my hand when I'm rockin' the mic The extra dick to blow up the pussy for the rest of the night Then I return with more lyrics like a bunch of rough niggaz They tough niggaz that snuff niggaz I know the club got enough niggaz To slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, to make me exert heat? Fuckit, let me network Ha-hah yo Reggie Noble Feel me, yo Busta Bus What up? Yo Phife Dawg, yo it's time to step up Yo what the fuck, ungh Check it here, peep the four-man transaction Phife diggy Dawg, we on some Todd Shaw mackin' You know my stee', there's no time for relaxin' Word to Reggie yo it's time for some aksion Girl swing yo' ass, I can feel you climaxin' Don't even front, you know you wanna make it happen Yo Busta Bus, do you hear Violator faxin' Eighty G's for one show that's satisfaction Now which MC feel like he fuckin' with dis heah? Word to Queens, I keep shit hot like a canish, yeah Malik is back, I'm here to make you look foolish My roughest niggaz in the Apple on Coolidge Remember White Shadow? My click stay sharper than an arrow Plus in Trinidad I'm treated like the mighty sparrow Freestylin' son, like there was no tomorrow Hence the reason why your bitch ass would love to follow Two different toasters in your chest will make your shit hollow How's about them apples, oh is it too hard to swallow? Push your wig back, word to Big Moot and Bolo Billy Razor, Fudge Lover, on down to Shine Lightro Yo Bootsy takes this mic from this fool see, make him run it Five foot invasion son, you can't run from it Yo Reggie Noble Blaw, yo Phife diggy What up? Yo yo Kamal it's your time to step up Check it out, the original, shit, we makin' it Takin' it, to the extremes, we breakin' it When we get, inside a zone then you feel that it's good All you jelly cats stop marinatin' my wood Niggaz grab the mic with loads of malarky I bring the knowledge and wield the anarchy Put it on pooh-butts who's unsettled with ignorance Give the last sentence with poignancy and diligence Eighteen wheelin' through niggaz like truckers Breakin' ankles, put it on like we at the ruckus Guaranteein' that shorty can move it around In the place that gets you hot but leaves you here on the ground Contenders don't you even think to challenge the crown Of these brothers who so eloquently hold the beat down Fuck the rigmarole, we vyin' for the control We the musical equation of the whole entire nation Yo Phife Dawg Yes Kamal Busta Bus What up? Yo Reggie Noble yo it's time to step up Yo yo I'm just a ill nigga who don't got it all up stairs Riding dick, get the balls 'til they come in pairs Oh yeah, throw the goggles on these engineers 'Cause it might, get kinda wet when I spit this here Yo, I'm six-foot-one with a big ass gun To carry it you'd need a waistline the size of Big Pun But I move crowds without a gun like if The New York State Lottery is ninety nine million Hah-hah, yo, when it's time to flow I surprise and blow Five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow Forty below, I'm thorough when it's time to throw The caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by a masousse Whoo-whoo! Funk Doc gets the money And best believe I went through more trees than Sonny Me, Kamal, Busta Bus, Phife Dawg Shittin', pussy niggaz get Lysol Heh heh heh
Writer(s): Malik Izaak Taylor, Ali Shaheed Jones-muhammad, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Reggie Noble, James Dewitt Yancey, Trevor Smith, Hal Galper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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