And it's yours
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Commentatin', you illustratin,
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All the beautiful things that a baller can go for
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But i'm not that, I don't like to floss
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If you need me in your universe, listen it's yours
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Uhuh uh uh...
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And it's yours
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[Chorus]
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Do you like this? Yea
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Do you want this? Yea
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Well if you had it would you flaunt this? Hell yea
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Well it's yours
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Talkin to a player who's already played can
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Soon lead to boredom and your feelings just may fade
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Never be intrigued by the young boy face
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Look inside me love you see I got wild taste
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I don't really know but
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Somebody said that
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A high-priced girl can really lay in your head
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I don't know
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If it's true now, I leave it up to you
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Queenstyle, uh, well it's yours
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Your style plus angle done up with finesse
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Is rubbing you right and I hope you don't
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Fess
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Now it's time, to introduce
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Myself as Tip so cut the other cats loose
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Listen, I hope you're diggin this tune
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Cause when I get you in a room I'm gonna make you swoon
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A B S T R A C T
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Usually the reason why a lady wants me
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She write down her number, I make impact
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Which only occurs, if the club ain't packed
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So ??? Come on, stop whilin, I got it all fixed
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Just listen to the mix to the mix.....
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Break down yall, break it down (x4)
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To da beat, to da beat....
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Ali, ali, ali.....
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Common talk, deserves a walk,
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While I sit in a range
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Everything he says to you from now on
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Since talkin to me, it all seems strange
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Definitely
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you will agree
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Just let your mind be free
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Relax yourself, I got you now
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Yo, this is the place to be
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What what what.....
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Romance uh, Romance uh, Romance uh
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A cracker jack joint to put on your ring finger
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When you're all alone thoughts of us still linger
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Once the picture is finished, the music ain't done
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The difference is the memories, we had fun
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Cause they'll be plenty of nights, that we can excite
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No other could be me because I shoot the G right
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Frid up some ??? with the collard green special
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It's my crib, I'm Fred and you're Ethel
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Massage your head up with a temple rub
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While we cool and make love to a ???? dub
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It's deeper than the tangible I want in
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Can't you see it in my eyes, it's yours, it's no surprise
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So we takin you back yo
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And we illin on the track yo
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On the dance floor never ever lie
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Here we go one more time uh
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Chorus
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It's Yours
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| A Tribe Called Quest |
