Chorus Q-Tip:
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Oh My God (16X)
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Q-Tip:
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Listen up everybody the bottom line
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I'm a black intellect, but unrefined
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With precision like a bullet, target bound
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Just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds
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Now when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hot
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Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot
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Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip
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Draftin of the poets, I'm the #7 pick
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Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside
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Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside
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Listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide
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Tip the earthly body
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Heaven's on my side
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Even in Santo Domingo
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Can I gotta Gringo
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Yo, we got mics, when do we go?
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Know a little nigga who can rhyme where yo ass be
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Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy
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Phife
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1 for the treble, 2 for the bass
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You know the style Tip, now watch me rip this
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I like my beats harder than two day old shit
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Steady eatin booty MCs like cheese grits
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My man Al B. Sure, he's in effect mode
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Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue
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It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me
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But just in case I own more condoms than TLC
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Now the formula is this...Me, Tip, and Ali
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For those who can't count it goes 1-2-3
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The "anti-batty boy big up" is who I be
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Brothas find it's hard to do, but never me
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Some brothas try to dis the Malik
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You see'm catchin me
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Nah care bout them booty MCs, my shit be hittin
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Trini Gladiator, anti-hesitator
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Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada
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Mister energetic
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Who me, sound pathetic?
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When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?
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I don't know man(3x)
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I don't know(2x)
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Chorus:
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Q-Tip
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Complimentary it be
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The thief of Poetry
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I got a humdinger comin hook, line and sinker
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The TIMBO hits with the prints underground
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TIMBO's on the toes, i like the way it's goin down
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Down like the lady of the evenin
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When it goes in hun just beleive the sin
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Cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place
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(Phife: Take off your boots cuz you can't run the race)
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See, this is how we do when we keep it on and on
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Do what...
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Got my man Big Mo with the streets and the papes
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My man Big Mo with the streets and caprice
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This is how we do when we keep the wildin sheets
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Cuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please
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See ya next LP and next CD and next cassette
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Yo, we about to jet
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We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders
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Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders
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See ya next time cuz we the Midnight Marauders
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A yo, we out cuz we the Midnight Marauders
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Go to the record store and get the shit
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We work hard
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We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders
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Queens got it's own and Brooklyn got it's own
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Like that
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Oh My God (remix)
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A Tribe Called Quest |