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the craziest ways Me and the crew, acting wild 'bout the craziest things Fun times, let's see, it was Q, me, B Josh, T, Jose, Mark and D Hey y'all remember when
Shifting into order like a rubiks they like Q you be in tune with it My acclimatizations be agger-a-vating For the simple mind to calculate it without all
if I didn't mean it Never believe den you never gone get it Writing my rhymes, this the powers I was given Deja and Q they be hating my singing All
winter Y'all know what season it is Stay on your P's and Q's Better be careful out here
soul Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill A ten room house, some Bar B Q And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
I'm rumblin' Couple of shots of Don Q and I be stumblin' Fumblin' footballs hangin' in the pool halls Out late night with my crew stealin' you-hauls
get busy like the L.I Well I, swing it back and forth like a leaf Without traffic I flow like the B.Q.E But I can blast niggas straight out
Bar-be -Q roasting on an open pit Sweet juices running down your fingertips It's nothing like the taste of your sweet lips Delicious, yes indeed
MTV with Kurt Lod' With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle You the type of niggas puffin in
soul Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill A ten room house, some Bar B Q And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
like cantipede No limits like i master p You could be the best engineer but that dont mean you could master me I ga be on my Q's and P's I from the Q's
soul Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill A ten room house, some Bar B Q And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
Joe You get cooked nigga B-B-Q I Diplo then go MIA Then skate off like a T.I. role Niggas pretend to be bosses You signed a 360, you lost it
Didn't I tell you everything is possible in this deja vu? Try the river boat, the carousel, feed the pigeons, Bar-be -Q. Look at all
Didn't I tell you Everything is possible in this dead row? Try the river boat The carousel Feel the pigeons, bar-be-q Look at all the people
MTV with Kurt Lod' With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle You the type of n****s puffin in
soul Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill A ten room house, some Bar B Q And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill A ten room house, some Bar B Q And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
inside the place to be Q-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic? Tash Love, are you ready to rock the mic? Mos Def, are you ready to rock the mic? We
soul Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill A ten room house, some Bar B Q And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
Steppin out of be-be-Q's 'Member when we licked the cream out of Suzy Q's? Spaghetti jewels, the big word on the street You like Millie Jackson in
And I'll keep bein' country til the day I'm dead See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads, Bar-b-q, baked beans, sweet tea, and white bread,
in B.B.Q's Your friends are fat with guts, breakin' all the rules You choose to lose, no cheers, recievin' booes Rent is due with some old crab
her in a day. They got Tex-Mex food and senoritas, Bar-be-Q and margaritas. Once you get a taste, you're gonna stay. [chorus] Come on down, we'd love
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