Tytuł: Jam

• Wykonawca: A Tribe Called Quest
• Wyświetleń: 232

(Girls talking on phone)
  
   Q-Tip:
   It was Friday afternoon in the middle of June
   Heineken bottle caps and the aroma of boom
   Around the time everybody had just got home from class
   Shootin dice, talkin shit, hopin the cash would last
   Yo, this was around the time when I didn't know no better
   Juney moved around in a tinted out Jetta
  
   Phife:
   Then he introduced me to that hydro smoke
   Then I took one toke, yo, I almost choked
   See I never smoked before and my nerves got shot
   Then he told me about the party at the spot jam rock
   It was guaranteed on but I said "son, chill"
   There's a joint around the way that's supposed to be real
   Word
  
   Q-Tip:
   He said we got no Js, so we gonna do it right
   Hit your man's joint first, then jam rock at one night
   Then I said "aight", then I jumped inside the jetty
   Let me take a shower, I'm sweaty, and then I'll be ready
   Tonight is the night I get my groove on steady
   And get my drink on with that Ford named Betty
   I went upstairs to get fly, broke my tie
   On some liquor, to meet my high quicker
   Now, I'm tight, them know, the party is the M.O.
   Me and my crew, we get it started like a demo
   Eleven in the evenin, I'm feelin like a heathen
   This thing is goin down and I highly doubt I'm leavin
   Booty cheeks start to motion and the kids is drinkin potion
   Word is bond, that Black Moon joint got me open
   (Don't front)
  
   Consequence:
   A yo, the DJ put this short groove on
   The good shit that makes a kid lose his drink
   Blendin Risin to the Top and got these shorties hoppin
   Nuthin but coppin, ain't no stoppin me now
   Yo, I'm bound to win until that thing kicked in
   The Alazay had me drunk, I don't know where to begin(echoed)
  
   Phife:
   Not I'm feelin kinda jaded, wildly coherent
   Me and the fellas acted very irreverent
   Butt grabbin, mad laughin and assin
  
   Consequence:
   When that chick caught up, the shorty lookin fed up
   They say you drug one with this one, gibbin with that one
  
   Q-Tip:
   A yo, I'm just doin my thing, yo I'm just havin fun
   You don't see me in here wylin pullin out no gun
   Yo, I see some of that thing girl and I want some
   So let's step inside this corner so that we can rap on
   Over this bumpin ass song and some Dom Perignon
  
   Phife;
   I hit ya with the good lovin plus fillet mignon
   (Yeah, yeah scrammy scrams, yo, that's that same old song)
   (A yo, tell me why the hell your breath smells so strong)
  
   Consequence;
   Yo, put some brakes on your yappin or you won't live long
   (Please nigga, push on)
   Alright scrams, see you later (scrams)
   Can't mess with these street sharks or these alligators
  
   Phife:
   I can't take it no more, yo it's damn near four
   I've been partyin and drinkin since I came out my door
  
   Q-Tip (Consequence)
   Look at these kids about to mix it, damn, where's the exit?
   (Son, jetted to the ride and got the burner out the Lexus)
   Yo, he cocked his joint back like he's about to let him have it
   (Kid, I kept it movin like the Energizer rabbit)
   A yo yo, it's time to skate, ain't no time to contemplate
   (all: Whoops, looka there, there's Jake)