Texty:
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the hope Put feeling in the music that you could quote Not saying that I hate it 'cause here I kinda dig it But what good is a ear if a Q-Tip, isn't

and you or, you and him Ruinin' them Doin men in When I'm cluing them in On the one [Del] Ya two... three, four [Q-Tip] Now niggas know I got lyrics out

breakin' loose Instead I should of went to that party at the muse For ugly, I didn't and here's where I'm at Chill, is that Q-Tip pullin' out a gat?

chain The high rise, overlookin ducks and thangs I can see you're fascinated by the trucks and thangs On Q, when she hopped on the tip my man She must

you step to me Lookin' for the key to release that first piece Three times two is six, Pete is one-three I'm the other half, known as the other trey

, to hell with the groupies Like um, Ralph up to Potsie, Brooklyn to Dodger Laverne to Shirley, Rerun to Roger, Ren to the Stimpy, Laurel to Hardy Q-Tip

eat em? (Nope) Not at all Q-Tip and Phife(trading lines): A tisket, a tasket, what's in mama's basket? Some veggie links and some fish that stinks Why, just the other

you eat em? (nope) Not at all Q-tip and phife(trading lines): A tisket, a tasket, what's in mama's basket? Some veggie links and some fish that stinks Why, just the other

so gloomy and gray 'Cause we all pick our boogers sometime every day Whether out in the open or on a sneak tip With a finger, tissue, or even a Q-Tip