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Tytuł: Rap promoter

  • Wykonawca: A Tribe Called Quest
  • Wy¶wietleń: 297
{Q-Tip}
   It's a fly love song
  
   To the effect of nothing, effective fronting
   is what I don't 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 I'm by her beside
   Used to watch the show on channel 4 called Riptide
   Wash my wears in-Tide cause it's too damn cold
   out-Tide, that's how the runnings go
   If there ain't no dough then there ain't 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 don't wanna see em, start buckin
   Throwin chairs in the air while you be duckin
   what what? Don't step to me with that
   If you promotin the show make sure it ain't wack
   *sings*
   Or else I'm leaving ("let me tell you")
   I'm leaving (*cut and scratched* "let me tell you")
   I'm leaving (*cut and scratched* "let me tell you")
   Your wack show
  
   {Q-Tip} Yo man whassup with that?
   {Phife} Yo don't sweat me...
   ... c'mon, five hundred, that was the deal
   {Q-Tip} C'mon man, don't try to play me out
   {Phife} We don't 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
   Don't forget my pastry make sure they're tasty
   I'm not the type to be pushy or hasty
   See I'm the type of bro that's reared in the ghetto
   Took a few shorts before
   Now the only ones I take are the ones that I wear
   Ain't takin no shorts no more, now
   please act proper 'fore I call the CrimeStoppers
   Don't dip on the dough, cause that's a no-no
   Make sure you count your money real slow
   Be alert, look alive, and act like ya know
   It's, the 90's, time to make moves
   Not, the 80's, do away withcha womb
   So what? You got a crew
   I got one too, they're called the Brooklyn Zoo
   Don't break fool, let's be reserved and cool
   We don't have to act like we in grade school
   Just make sure that we're taken care of
   And we'll 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