- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Nash
 - Kate Marie
 
- Genres:
 - 90s
 - Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
 - old school
 - rap
 
- See also:
 
A Tribe Called Quest - Oh My God lyrics
Chorus q-tip:
 Oh my god (16x)
 Q-tip:
 Listen up everybody the bottom line
 I'm a black intellect, but unrefined
 With precision like a bullet, target bound
 Just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds
 Now when i say the harlett, you know i mean the hot
 Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot
 Jalick, jalick ya wind up ya hip
 Draftin of the poets, i'm the #7 pick
 Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside
 Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside
 Listen to the fader, shaheed lets it glide
 Tip the earthly body
 Heaven's on my side
 Even in santo domingo
 Can i gotta gringo
 Yo, we got mics, when do we go?
 Know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me
 Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy
 Phife
 1 for the treble, 2 for the bass
 You know the style tip, now watch me rip this
 I like my beats harder than two day old shit
 Steady eatin booty mcs like cheese grits
 My man al b. sure, he's in effect mode
 Used to have a crush on dawn from en vogue
 It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me
 But just in case i own more condoms than tlc
 Now the formula is this...me, tip, and ali
 For those who can't count it goes 1-2-3
 The answer...big up is how i be
 Brothas find it's hard to do, but never me
 Some brothas try to dis malik
 You see'm catchin meA Tribe Called Quest - Oh My God - http://motolyrics.com/a-tribe-called-quest/oh-my-god-lyrics.html
 Don't worry about them booty mcs, my shit be hittin
 Trainin gladiator, anti-hesitator
 Shaheed push the fader from here to granada
 Mister energetic
 Who me, sound pathetic?
 When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?
 I don't know man(3x)
 I don't know(2x)
Chorus:
 Q-tip
 Complimentary it be
 The thief of poetry
 I got a humdinger comin hook, line and sinker
 The timbo hits with the prints underground
 Timbo's on the toes, i like the way it's goin down
 Down like the lady of the evenin
 When it goes in hun just beleive the sin
 Cuz queens is the county, jamaica is the place
 (phife: take off your boots cuz you can't run the race)
 See, this is how we do when we keep it on and on
 Do what...
 Got my man big mo with the streets and the papes
 My man big mo with the streets and caprice
 This is how we do when we keep the wildin sheets
 Cuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please
 See ya next lp and next cd and next cassette
 Yo, we about to jet
 We a tribe called quest and we the midnight marauders
 Tribe called quest and we the midnight marauders
 See ya next time cuz we the midnight marauders
 A yo, we out cuz we the midnight marauders
 Go to the record store and get the shit
 We work hard
 We a tribe called quest and we the midnight marauders
 Queens got it's own and brooklyn got it's own
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