A Tribe Called Quest - Oh My God (Remix) Lyrics

A Tribe Called Quest - Oh My God (Remix) Video

Chorus Q-Tip:

Oh My God (16X)

 

Q-Tip:

Listen up everybody the bottom line

I'm a black intellect, but unrefined

With precision like a bullet, target bound

Just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds

Now when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hot

Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot

Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip

Draftin of the poets, I'm the #7 pick

Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside

Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside

Listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide

Tip the earthly body, heaven's on my side

Even in Santo Domingo, can I gotta Gringo

Yo, we got mics, when do we go?

Know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me

Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy

 

Phife

1 for the treble, 2 for the bass

You know my style Tip, now watch me rip this

I like my beats harder than two day old shit

Steady eatin booty MCs like cheese grits

My man Al B. Sure, he's in effect mode

Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue

It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me

But just in case I own more condoms than TLC

Now the formula is this...Me, Tip, and Ali

For those who can't count it goes 1-2-3

The answer...big up is how I be

Brothas find it's hard to do, but never me

Some brothas try to dis Malik you see'm catchin me

Don't worry about them booty MCs, my shit be hittin

Trainin gladiator, anti-hesitator

Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada

Mister energetic, who me, sound pathetic?

When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?

I don't know man (3x)

I don't know (2x)

 

Chorus:

 

(Q-Tip)

Complimentary it be the thief of Poetry

I got a humdinger comin hook, line and sinker

The TIMBO hits with the prints underground

TIMBO's on the toes, i like the way it's goin down

Down like the lady of the evenin

When it goes in hun just beleive the sin

Cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place

(Phife: Take off your boots cuz you can't run the race)

See, this is how we do when we keep it on and on

Do what...

Got my man Big Mo with the streets and the papes

My man Big Mo with the streets and caprice

This is how we do when we keep the wildin sheets

Cuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please

See ya next LP and next CD and next cassette

Yo, we about to jet

We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders

Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders

See ya next time cuz we the Midnight Marauders

A yo, we out cuz we the Midnight Marauders

Go to the record store and get the shit

We work hard

We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders

Queens got it's own and Brooklyn got it's own

Like that

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A Tribe Called Quest - The Love Lyrics

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*all vocals by Q-Tip*

 

So many people, right now

Motivated to shit

Bull shit over some bull shit ass reasons

But we 'bout to put it inside of a love perspective like

Love it

 

We do it all for the love y'all

Yeah, we do it all for the love y'all

Weither white, black, Spanish, ain't a thug y'all

We do it, we give it all for the love y'all

We just givin' it all for the love y'all

We do it, we do it all for the love y'all

We in the party, put your hands up

Yeah y'all, we do it all for the love y'all, We do it, we do it

 

Love getting down and I love a cool breeze

Love seein' checks from record companies

Love lovin' love 'Cause I love what I do

And we do our thing for the one nine two

And the rest of the country 'Cause we from there too

Makin' sure love is givin' when I get it from you

Everybody, we regulate the party and shit

Love it when I get a little rugged wit' it

Love the circumstance to make my dough flow right

Love rockin' mics plus the ill style nights

She does it real good but love'll make it mo' better

Got me kind of open in the DK sweater

Love when my peoples come home from jail bids

Really love women and I really love kids

Love tight gloves where the music just bang

Camp-ass with gas women or shorty got bangs

Lovin' it Yo yo, I'm lovin' it

Love a women when she got a tight outfit

Outfit meaning outlook and disposition

You love it when a nigga cause a love composition

Love peanut butter and jelly on wheat

Wylin' out, makin' hot shit to hot beats

From Ohio to Poughkeepsie

From Phoenix to NC

From Cali to DC

Love it when the pressure falls righ on me

Love it when God keeps on overlookin'

Do a tight show so promoters keep bookin'

 

We do it all for the love y'all

Yeah, we do it all for the love y'all

We get the paper but it's still for the love y'all

From the heart inside of the heart y'all

We do it, we do it all for the love y'all

For real, for the love, for the love y'all

All my peoples in the ghettos, for the love y'all

All my peoples all around, for the love y'all for the love love

 

For my crews bomb, where my peoples still at

If they call me and I don't call back

For weeks at a time, love is still intact

Let's be big about it, and realize the fact

Love it, when the underdog comes through

Ghetto revalizer, overthrow these rules

Love it, when I get spared another day

Used to drink zay while my niggas weighed yay

Love it, when I gain control over this

Life is really bigger than the rolly on my wrist

Got a twist to this shit and the answer's inside

Sho as the world's small and the missisipi's wide

Had to rock a vest over unchoosed fest

Now I see people rockin' theirs in jets

Love it when my loved one really hold me down

Brand new flight and I'm takin' off ground

 

We do it all for the love y'all

Check it out, we do it all for the love y'all

For the love, for the love, for the love y'all

We get the paper but it's still for the love y'all

Yo, we do it all for the love y'all

For everybody, for the love for the love y'all

Weither white, black, Spanish, ain't a thug y'all

Yeah, we givin' y'all this shit, the love y'all

Just the love inside of the heart y'all

Yeah, for the love for the love y'all

Yeah, for the love for the love y'all

Yeah, for the love for the love y'all

Yeah, for the love for the love y'all

Yeah, for the love for the love y'all

Yeah, for the love for the love y'all

Yeah, for the love for the love y'all

Yeah, for the love for ...

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A Tribe Called Quest - Stressed Out Lyrics

A Tribe Called Quest - Stressed Out Video

INTRO./CHORUS

Faith Evans:

 

I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out

When you're face to face with your adversity

I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out

We're gonna make this work out eventually

 

VERSE ONE

Q-Tip & Consequence:

 

Yo I ain't one to complain but there's things in the game

(And what's your name?) Consequence, I'm tight, burnt like flames

(Well why's that?) American dreams, they got the ghetto kid in a fiend

 

Q-Tip:

Don't stress that 'Cause it's not in your bloodstream

Your whole being, comes from greatness, d'you remember?

Shatan got you caught in the storms of December

And brothers on the block packin' nines like September

Crazy situations keeps pockets on slender

 

Consequence:

Yo I be on the avenue where they be actin' brand new

I'm splurgin' on these Reebok joints for shorty boo

 

Q-Tip:

All of a sudden, I saw these two kids frontin'

Talkin' out they joints but they wasn't sayin' nothin'

My hand was on my toolie they was actin' unruly

(Say word) Yo word up, yo I was tight caught up

But I swallowed my pride and let that nonsense ride

Because I'm positive and seems that negative dies

 

Consequence:

Yo we was at the dice game makin' these cats look silly

Flamin', steady runnin' off at the Willie

 

Q-Tip:

I had my cash mixed, my rent due with my play-dough

I gotta see some loot so all my girls I blow

Shook them shits in my palm let 'em hit the flo'

Kept my eyeballs scopin' for them pigs po-po

I got to go on the ave see my parole by fo'

But I gotta steady freak these boys like Jojo

 

Consequence:

And I was doin' it, 'til I met Ike, Spike, and Mike

One roll, they had my pockets thirstier than Sprite

 

Q-Tip:

Yo, I know the feelin', when you feelin' like a villain

You be havin' good thoughts but the evils be revealin'

And the stresses of life can take you off the right path (No doubt)

Jealousy and envy tends to infiltrate your staff

We gotta hold it down so we can move on past

All adversities, so we can get through fast, like that

 

CHORUS

 

VERSE TWO

Consequence:

 

You got the NWO (low cash flow)

Your baby's on the way (and you don't know who)

And cross-town niggas tryin' to (bust at you)

Aiyyo they got me stressed out (and you don't know what to do)

So frame this Kodak black, and vision to my contact

With a poultry scrap, workers get pistol smacked

The switch hittin Queens, niggaz liquid sword spittin

With raw poppy, and now your first love is krill

Your vision of the mil got crept like Hey Lover

Tried to rise to the top, you just couldn't recover

And all I want is my laceration of the pie

To get this whip cream before the water runs dry

Niggaz flashdancin yo I don't know why

You're sick of snitchin, she got you cruisin to the pokey

Like Smokey, the stress be tryin to squeeze out a homey

While I be tryin to get star status like Shinobi

So we can build a dynasty, just like the Toby's

And all I want, is the world to know my steez

These money hungry niggaz is seven thirty

And got me stressed out like these frog MC's

 

CHORUS

 

Outro.

Faith Evans:

 

Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it)

Don't worry we gon make it (oh yeah)

Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it)

We gon make it (gotta make it)

Don't worry we gon make it (gotta make it)

We're gonna make it (we gotta make it)

Don't worry we gon make it (we gonna make it)

We gonna make it (ohhhhhhh)

Don't worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh)

Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it)

Don't worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh)

We gon make it (ahaowwhwwww)

Don't worry we gon make it (ahahwwww)

I know we gonna make it (we're gonna make it)

C'mon baby we gon make it (yeahhhh)

We gon make it (yeahhahhahhhh)

Don't worry we gon make it (we're gonna make it)

We've gotta make it (we've gotta make it)

We've gotta make it (oh yeah)

Know we're gonna make it

We're gonna make it, gonna make it, we gotta make it, know we gonna make it...

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A Tribe Called Quest - Crew Lyrics

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Just a lil somethin-somethin

About the cats who be fronting

You know the Tip, he be huntin

For all the goodness gracious

All across the wide spaces

Yo, check it out,

Bust me down, yo

Yo... yo...

 

Youse my peoples, why it got to come down to this shit

Two people thinking as one so now he split

Remember what I said to you, you bleed, I bleed

C'mon, you know how we get down, if you're down, you need

And I'm supplying, the dynamic duo, electricfying

Everybody had to wet us, cuz no one will forget us

Son, I testify sure as God was my guide

Any petty little bullshit you did will slide

Same on my end, after all, what are we, friends

If niggaz ran me this, too much grounds we defend

In the honor or brotherhood cuz it's all good

Get on some grown man shit and let's knock on wood

But now seeing you baby in this stall out position

Wondering who's the dime piece that you're kissing

You night as well take the jigger and take my life

Cuz the dime piece you happen to be kissing is my wife

Shit, I should have know not to let these crab asses

Get within the circle of my girl and make passes

Now you disrespected me and everything I stand for

(But I'm saying though, son) Shhh, say no more

Allah forgive me, my thoughts is traveling to low desires

Should I turn the other cheek or react and perspire

Don't wanna see myself in penitentiary attire

But I caught him in the act and my emotion is dire.

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