A Tribe Called Quest
Oh My God [Remix]
[Chorus: Q-Tip]Oh My God [Repeat: x16][Q-Tip]Listen up everybody the bottom lineI'm a black intellect, but unrefinedWith precision like a bullet, target boundJust living like a hooker, the harlett soundsNow when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hotHeat in the equator, the brothers in the potJalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hipDraftin of the poets, I'm the number seven pickLicks, licks, licks boy on your backsideLicks, licks, licks boy on your backsideListen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glideTip the earthly bodyHeaven's on my sideEven in Santo DomingoCan I gotta GringoYo, we got mics, when do we go?Know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask meShort, dark, and plus his voice is raspySongtexte[Phife]1 for the treble, 2 for the bassYou know the style Tip, now watch me rip thisI like my beats harder than two day old shitSteady eating booty MC's like cheese gritsMy man Al B. Sure, he's in effect modeUsed to have a crush on Dawn from En VogueIt's not like honey dip would want to get with meBut just in case I own more condoms than TLCNow the formula is this, Me, Tip, and AliFor those who can't count it goes 1-2-3The answer, big up is how I beBrothers find it's hard to do, but never meSome brothers try to dis MalikYou see'm catchin meDon't worry about them booty MCs, my shit be hittinTraining gladiator, anti-hesitatorShaheed push the fader from here to GranadaMister energeticWho me, sound pathetic?When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?I don't know man [Repeat: x3]I don't know [Repeat: x2][Chorus][Q-Tip]Complimentary it beThe thief of PoetryI got a humdinger coming hook, line and sinkerThe Timbo hits with the prints undergroundTimbo's on the toes, I like the way it's going downDown like the lady of the evening When it goes in hun just believe the sinCause Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place(Take off your boots 'cause you can't run the race)See, this is how we do when we keep it on and onDo what,Got my man Big Mo with the streets and the papesMy man Big Mo with the streets and capriceThis is how we do when we keep the wilding sheetsCause we got to do it like this, we aim to pleaseSee ya next LP and next CD and next cassetteYo, we about to jetWe A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight MaraudersTribe Called Quest and we the Midnight MaraudersSee ya next time cause we the Midnight MaraudersA yo, we out cause we the Midnight MaraudersGo to the record store and get the shitWe work hardWe A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight MaraudersQueens got it's own and Brooklyn got it's ownLike that
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"Oh My God [Remix]" as written by Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Ali Shaheed Jones-muhammad, Malik Izaak Taylor
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing
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