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Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad
Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad
DJ
Biz Markie
Biz Markie
Sampling-Künstler:in
Phife Dawg
Phife Dawg
Stimme und Gesang
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Steve Arrington
Steve Arrington
Songwriter:in
V. Godsey
V. Godsey
Songwriter:in
Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad
Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad
Songwriter:in
Buddy Hankerson
Buddy Hankerson
Songwriter:in
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Songwriter:in
Malik Izaak Taylor
Malik Izaak Taylor
Songwriter:in
Marcel Hall
Marcel Hall
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
A Tribe Called Quest
A Tribe Called Quest
Produzent:in
Bob Power
Bob Power
Mischtechniker:in
Brad Schmidt
Brad Schmidt
Ingenieurassistent:in
Chris Flam
Chris Flam
Ingenieurassistent:in
Eric Gast
Eric Gast
Ingenieurassistent:in
George Spatta
George Spatta
Ingenieurassistent:in
Gerard Julien
Gerard Julien
Ingenieurassistent:in
Hoover Le
Hoover Le
Ingenieurassistent:in
Patrick Derivaz
Patrick Derivaz
Ingenieurassistent:in
Pete Christensen
Pete Christensen
Ingenieurassistent:in
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

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Writer(s): Biz Markie, Steven R. Arrington, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Ali Shaheed Jones-muhammad, Buddy Hankerson, Malik Izaak Taylor, Victor Godsey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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