A Tribe Called Quest lyrics
A Tribe Called Quest lyrics
"Butter lyrics"
Ain't Nothing Wrong lyrics
[Verse 1] You comin off innocent actin all nervous and Girl I can tell that you been here before By the way that you block you ears and the way that you bite your lip Girl you a trip [Hook] And I know that your lovin when hittin it feels like forever when we're doin it ooh ooh aah aah Damn i like it and it dont really matter when we're doin it girl dont front just come with it ooh Ooh a
[Verse 1] You comin off innocent actin all nervous and Girl I can tell that you been here before By the way that you block you ears and the way that you bite your lip Girl you a trip [Hook] And I know that your lovin when hittin it feels like forever when we're doin it ooh ooh aah aah Damn i like it and it dont really matter when we're doin it girl dont front just come with it ooh Ooh a
Verse One: Phife Dawg
1988 Senior Year, Garvey High
Where all the guys were corny but the girls were mad fly
Loungin with the Tipster, Coolin with Sha
Scopin out the honeys - they know who they are
I was the b-ball playin fly rhyme sayin
Fly girl gettin but never was I sweatin
Cause when it came to honeys I would go on a stroll
Until I met my match - her name was Flo
Yeah - I messed around with the one called Flo
All the troopers round the way used to call her a ho
But deep down in my heart I knew that Flo was good to go
Cause I thought it was me - like Bell Biv Devoe
But little did I know that she was playin' with my mind
The only thing I learned is, good girls are hard to find
I feel like Heavy D I need somebody for me
Not someone who's mind is blank and tryin' to juice me for my bank
Swingin' with my main man Lucky behind my b
I'd Rather Fuck With You lyrics
[Person 1:] Royalty [Eamon:] yea..ya this one of dem songs you can kick bak smoke a blunt nd get real fuked up [Person 1:] haha thas wha im talkin bout E [Eamon:] Yea.. ya statin island in tha house huh I like to welcome you to another experience of ho-wop (woo woo) ladies you can call me E, or you can jus call me huh here we go uh uh uh I'd rather fuk wit you All through tha nig
ack[Person 1:] Royalty [Eamon:] yea..ya this one of dem songs you can kick bak smoke a blunt nd get real fuked up [Person 1:] haha thas wha im talkin bout E [Eamon:] Yea.. ya statin island in tha house huh I like to welcome you to another experience of ho-wop (woo woo) ladies you can call me E, or you can jus call me huh here we go uh uh uh I'd rather fuk wit you All through tha nig
What type of crap is that - yo, hows about a smack?
Word life, I can't front - thought I was all that
But now it seems, I met my match
Was a stone cold lover, you couldn't tell me jack
Settlin' down with one girl, wasn't tryin' to hear that
I had Tonya, Tamika, Sharon, Karen
Tina, Stacy, Julie, Tracy
Used ta love 'em, leave 'em, skeeze 'em, tease 'em
Find 'em, lose 'em - also abuse 'em
My whole attitude was new day, next hon
And believe it or not, they all got done
Well here comes Flo, with the crazy whip appeal
And I'm all true man, like Alexander O'Neal
Is this really love, then again, how would I know
After all this time tryin' to be a superhoe
She finally played me, but yo, I'd find another
Cause I got the crazy game and yo, I'm smooth like butter
Chorus: Q-Tip
Butter, like butter baby . . . [repeat 2X]
Not no Parkay, not
Winter Wonderland lyrics
Over the ground lies a mantel of white A heaven of diamonds Shine down through the night Two hearts are thrilling In spite of the chilling weather . . . Sleigh bells ring, are you listening In the lane, snow is glistening A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight Walking in a winter wonderland Gone away is the bluebird Here to stay is a new bird He sings a love song, as we go alongno margarine,
Strickly butter baby, strictly butter
Verse Two: Phife Dawg
I remember when,
Girls were goodie two shoes, but now they turned to freaks
Allofasudden "We love you Phife" - ease of ho, my name's Malik
Phife this, Phife that, where you goin', where you at
These girls don't know me from jack, yet I feel like the Mack
You didn't want me then, so hon, don't want me now
Here, Here - take the towel, wipe off your brow
And take the Ccontact out your eye, you're far from lookin' fly
You get an E for effort, and T for nice try
Now tell me what's the reason, for dyin' your hair
Slum village gold still danglin in your ear
You barely have a neck but still sportin' a rope
Four-finger ring just so Phifer can scope
You looked in the mirror, didn't know what to do
Yesterday your eyes were brown but today they are blue
Your who
And if you really loved yourself then you would try and be you
If your hair and eyes were real, I wouldn't have dissed ya
But since it was bought, I had to dismiss ya
If you can't achieve it, then why not try and weave it
If you can't extend it then you might as well suspend it
If you can't braid it, best thing to do is fade it
I asked who did your hair and you tell me "Diane made it"
If you were you and just you, talk to you, maybe
But I can't stand, no bionic lady
Tryin' hard to look fly, but yo, you're lookin' dumber
If I wanted someone like you I woulda swung with Jamie Summers
You wanna be treated right, see Father MC
Or check Ralph Tresvant, for sens-a-tiv-i-ty
See I am not the one, I got more game than Parker Brothers
Phife Dog is on the mic and I'm smooth like Butter . . .
Over the ground lies a mantel of white A heaven of diamonds Shine down through the night Two hearts are thrilling In spite of the chilling weather . . . Sleigh bells ring, are you listening In the lane, snow is glistening A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight Walking in a winter wonderland Gone away is the bluebird Here to stay is a new bird He sings a love song, as we go along
Strickly butter baby, strictly butter
Verse Two: Phife Dawg
I remember when,
Girls were goodie two shoes, but now they turned to freaks
Allofasudden "We love you Phife" - ease of ho, my name's Malik
Phife this, Phife that, where you goin', where you at
These girls don't know me from jack, yet I feel like the Mack
You didn't want me then, so hon, don't want me now
Here, Here - take the towel, wipe off your brow
And take the Ccontact out your eye, you're far from lookin' fly
You get an E for effort, and T for nice try
Now tell me what's the reason, for dyin' your hair
Slum village gold still danglin in your ear
You barely have a neck but still sportin' a rope
Four-finger ring just so Phifer can scope
You looked in the mirror, didn't know what to do
Yesterday your eyes were brown but today they are blue
Your who
Bless His Soul lyrics
I try to do what's right for me But no one sees the way I see And then I try to please them so But how far can this pleasing go Something's soon to come over you You just can't please the world and yourself You gotta start doing what's right for you 'Cause life is being happy yourself Then you should bless his soul It's hard to find A person like you You're one of a kind If I were you, I'd change my mind And start l
le appearance is a lie and it could never be trueI try to do what's right for me But no one sees the way I see And then I try to please them so But how far can this pleasing go Something's soon to come over you You just can't please the world and yourself You gotta start doing what's right for you 'Cause life is being happy yourself Then you should bless his soul It's hard to find A person like you You're one of a kind If I were you, I'd change my mind And start l
And if you really loved yourself then you would try and be you
If your hair and eyes were real, I wouldn't have dissed ya
But since it was bought, I had to dismiss ya
If you can't achieve it, then why not try and weave it
If you can't extend it then you might as well suspend it
If you can't braid it, best thing to do is fade it
I asked who did your hair and you tell me "Diane made it"
If you were you and just you, talk to you, maybe
But I can't stand, no bionic lady
Tryin' hard to look fly, but yo, you're lookin' dumber
If I wanted someone like you I woulda swung with Jamie Summers
You wanna be treated right, see Father MC
Or check Ralph Tresvant, for sens-a-tiv-i-ty
See I am not the one, I got more game than Parker Brothers
Phife Dog is on the mic and I'm smooth like Butter . . .