Lyrics:
of my private stock and
Riding in the relax
Frame of mind and
Hammer timing
Incredible.
So edible
And unforgettable.
Soft like a Q-Tip
I'd love
him by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what
(q-tip)]
So what's the deal are you gay or poppin' pills?
Why you still wanna take my hand?
This discotech is 'bout to make me a wreck
My feet are
wicked, I didn't check the rhyme
'Cause Q-Tip couldn't kick it
And that punk Redman, I hit you with the back son
Talk is cheap, it's time time for some
The guns are dirty? You know I double check the safe
I take it all, still be the last to escape
Kick It like Q-Tip, we get it killed for a few chips
speed
Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed
Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed
Body blows busting your shit making you bleed
Just feed off
cottage cheese
Fuck the smooth shit, I get down wit the boom bip
Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick
But tonight's the night what I
speed
Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed
Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed
Body blows busting your shit making you bleed
Just feed off
happenin
I see you noddin your head like it's a Q Tip flick
Yo you haven't heard a word about the floetry shit
Floetcism floetry, uh, it's floetic
Once you
of mind and
hmmmmmmmmmmmm...
Hammer timin.
Incredible.
So edible
and unforgettable.
Soft like a Q-Tip
I'd love to get with you
cause I'm the type of guy
rhyme after rhyme
In the valley, of San Fernando
Found Q-Tip's wallet in El Segundo
Prolly been spotted on Telemundo
With more wild cards than a box
Uh, we got the black elite in the house tonight
Rosewood
I feel like I'm at the NAACP or something right now
Essence Festival
Q-Tip on the beat, too
The name is Q Tip
Entering through the middle from the left
Dead all the jokes and the riddles
Coming for the maximum gain, the octane
That's
The name is Q Tip
Enterin' through the middle from the left
Dead all the jokes and the riddles
Comin' from the maximum gain, the octane
That's
back to the thing
Shia Labeouf
Kid Cudi feels a way give him a call
Q Tip, I love you, bruh don't tell
Me how to be me though, i love you the
Tribe album
They even turn they heads when
They giving me dap
Because they bitches' heads always
Fall in my lap
I just jump and I swim, and I run me a lap
I wish Q
Shia LaBeouf
Kid Cudi feels a way give him a call
Q Tip, I love you, bro don’t
Tell me how to be me
Though i love you the Tribe
Album is dope i love you
last creation
Minds get flooded, ejaculation"
Q Tip, 1991, you son of a bitch
Let’s listen to little Ludacris real quick
One, two, three check it (I’m
kept, never quack
On the Q-Tip I quote, I throw lines like a quarterback
A monster, murder motherfucks like Manson
A madman, who mutilize men with
[Q-Tip]
Just feelin' things out for real, ya know?
Just want to do me for real, ya know?
No reason to make it complicated, you feelin'
candles, let me get a look at your handles (ooh-wee)
You got a body like a sex scandal
So, I puts the cotton ball in the Q-Tip patch
Turn around and let
the money, save the bullshit for the Q-Tips
Swag is the coolest, my bitch is the rudest
My jeweler is Jewish and my wrist is the bluest
And I get it poppin'
In Q-Tip's basement, I first met JD
I still remember the first beat he played me
He came to the Chi late three that was crazy
Didn't even know me
Light some candles let me get a look at your handles (Ooh-wee!)
You got a body like a sex scandal
So, I puts the cotton ball in the Q-Tip patch
Turn
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