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Traduction: A Tribe Called Quest. Paroles To Go.
feeling of A Tribe Called Quest But all they got left is this guy called West Better take Freeway, throw him on tracks with Mos Def Call him Kwa-lI or
O's, I'm hard to sink like a Cheerio And I speak up loud, so you can hear me yo Is it A Tribe Called Quest? Is it the J.Beez? We're Cool Like Dat, but
Bone) [Intro:] We scoured the globe on a quest to find the most elite Most intricate tongues of all time California, New York, Denmark, Australia Then a
P i tribe called Quest but when u called too much then i called less u would always complain bout my small text what you call conversation i call stress
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch
from a place, that made up a Heartless Souljah. It is really bone of a show, but better might play you a bit in a party show. Let's go! But the darkness
a grab, and here's the scene. Q-tip, [q-tip] from a tribe called quest, Saw the jungle brother's album, oh yes. So get the ducats it's coming out soon. A
cause it's getting worse I gotta show off my stuff If it's a 40 I'll take a sip, if it's a blunt, then I'll take a puff I'm undisputed even when I'm bhudded
to the preacher I'm talking about a verse without a curse that's how I reach ya I can rock a party without a swear or a harsh verb Backwards, no curse
the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch
by electin' Eric B for president Zulu Nation for protection Tribe Called Quest, KRS-One, Secret Hip Hop Intelligence Diamond D and the whole DITC, Ultramagnetic MC's Gang Starr doin? a
frame You know my name, V-A's invincible Mad Skillz Intoxicatin rappers like eight million Advils You comin black, bring your lyrics, fuck a gat Don't play, every real nigga in V-A
I had my walkman in my pocket, used to hop on the bus I used to rock it, used to knock until the mixtape popped Tribe Called Quest and Black Sheep was
's why I love to go on tour G Scores of whores behind the door, a nigga's naughty Now, I'm sippin' on a forty So you can call it what you want just pass
're diggin this tune Cause when I get you in a room I'm gonna make you swoon A b s t r a c t Usually the reason why a lady wants me She write down her