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{q-tip} Its a fly love song To the effect of nothing, effective fronting Is what I dont allow so let me tell you something I am a bon-a-fide Not too modest and not a lot of pride Soon to have a ride and a home to reside If my momma is sick Im by her beside Used to watch the show on channel 4 called riptide Wash my wears in-tide cause its too damn cold Out-tide, thats how the runnings go If there aint no dough then there aint no show So take your roly poly fat promoter (ass) To the chemical bank, and get my cash If you wanna see the people scream and laugh You best quest you ask the quest you ask real fast Cause I dont wanna see em, start buckin Throwin chairs in the air while you be duckin What what? dont step to me with that If you promotin the show make sure it aint wack *sings* |
Or else Im leaving (let me tell you) Im leaving (*cut and scratched* let me tell you) Im leaving (*cut and scratched* let me tell you) Your wack show {q-tip} yo man whassup with that? {phife} yo dont sweat me... ... cmon, five hundred, that was the deal {q-tip} cmon man, dont try to play me out {phife} we dont need you, sorry!!! {q-tip} you know you need me *drum roll* {q-tip} And the abstract rapper says I want chicken, and orange juice, ? dat sauce on my rider? And my occasional potato by oreida Dont forget my pastry make sure theyre tasty Im not the type to be pushy or hasty See Im the type of bro thats reared in the ghetto |
Took a few shorts before Now the only ones I take are the ones that I wear Aint takin no shorts no more, now Please act proper fore I call the crimestoppers Dont dip on the dough, cause thats a no-no Make sure you count your money real slow Be alert, look alive, and act like ya know Its, the 90s, time to make moves Not, the 80s, do away withcha womb So what? you got a crew I got one too, theyre called the brooklyn zoo Dont break fool, lets be reserved and cool We dont have to act like we in grade school Just make sure that were taken care of And well do a fly show for ya bub, check it out Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-diggy-diggy |
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