lirik lagu q tip – n.t. (featuring busta rhymes)
for real though who really got sick though
on the edge got the ledge hangin’ out of the window
bird chest n-gg-s witcha winderous fearaf
f-ck around you’ll be against me the size of a meal sack
cutie little bucks better hit the jake
but that doesn’t mean nothin’ to the heart within
you cramped up you and your team i’m amped up
and you -sses can’t dip my b
my shine what the f-ck is on your mind?
little weak link rappers better hit the grind
other brothers ain’t motivated they can’t do it
not only the opposite train it i ran through it
my music comes on and we march at the dance
inside of your mind or inside of my pants?
use a cruel intention that we have is bad
you sick? drink a nyquil when i’m bed on your -ss
oh well, then here comes the gelatin
tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin’ friends
now your party is completely blown
real name is kamal, i’ll make him peep his own
it’s rap time for you that means nap time
preachin’ from my joint what the f-ck i’ma clap mine
singin’ songs in 6 pens with sit tensed
surprised your -ss is the end like the sixth sense
heavy hitters knockin’ sh-t out the park
you didn’t even really play tell me why did you start
spittin’ sharp blades lakes with bleach
you wanna play around kid i’m not a walk at the beach
a stroll in the park or your f-ckin’ playground
put on your headphones and tell me how grenades sound
put on your walkmase and go underneath the town
q-tip abstract how i gets down
all my b-tches, dance if you know that you dam sure
let your p-ssy drip on the dance floor if you wanna
(get down)
f-ck that n-gg-s will bust gats
better lit a make for their rush that ’cause they wanna
(get down)
blick sh-t piano sick sh-t
(get down)
chill you can get off my d-ck and
(get down, get down)
while i’m on the hook get on your good foot
and blow up the spot for all of you n-gg-s ’cause that’s how we
(oh yeah, get down)
comin’ with the brand new quickly we pant to
the young black man with intentions to band you
see that people need a age in things
so many paid their ways so many paean to stay
i really rhyme ’cause i feel i should say things
by the fortunate act rap just so they cop rings
or maybe because when they was young
they was fronted on a life alone that have their own fun
now their all grown up to be -ssholes
i’m giving you the rope will you tie t-ssels?
you swing dingaling for peas trees
while i sip my dacarees in the south west breeze
writings so exciting the pen it keeps
drippin’ out jings that’s converted to hems and them
people be hummin’ in formality next to kin
my family is starvin’? you know they want me to win
we forfeit n-gg- please get off it
send a check on my name to my office
mutombo in the lane yo i toss it
abstract comin’ through witness abortion
hey yo, hey yo engineer cut the f-ckin’ beat off
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu john cena tha trademarc – this is how we roll
- lirik lagu john cena tha trademarc – running game
- lirik lagu john cena tha trademarc – summer flings
- lirik lagu eminem feat nate dogg – shake that
- lirik lagu brooks dunn – a few good rides away
- lirik lagu they might be giants – boss of me (theme from malcolm in the middle)
- lirik lagu social distortion – down on the world
- lirik lagu bette midler – one for my baby (and one for the road)
- lirik lagu michael w smith – i can hear your voice [live]
- lirik lagu bob dylan – it’s all over now, baby blue [take 1]