A Tribe Called Quest - 8 Million Stories Lyrics
Verse one: phife dawgWent to carvel to get a milk shakeThis honey ripped me off of my loot caseThe car oh yeah theres money in my jacketSomebody broke into my ride and cold macked itYo tip I tell you man the devils trying itBut Im goin to stay strong cause I aint bying itTonight Im taking sherry outI dont have jack to wearYou know Ive got to look dipped in the freshest gearCool I found something so I ironed itI think I caught up on the phoneOh shit Im trying itWill someone tell me what did I do to deserve this?I think Ill pull out my super ? and serve thisMy little brother wants barney, cool Im getting itTook him down to kay-bee, they aint sellin itHere we go with the crying, yo hes throwing fitsMy blood pressure blowing up, I cant take this shitFinally got what he wanted now hes good to goAgain the robers smashed, weres my radio?One time the car was in the shop I had to borrow see...They had no mercy on the car oh you hell kill meWhere the hell can nicki be? Im goin to smack her upI got the tickets for the knicks and she cold stood me upI need to hit a hunny off yo drill pas me the phonePulled out my hooker hoes, oh yo sheelas homeSteady smiling like a mother yo Im wrecked to boneWent down on hun, shes in the red zoneStressed out more than one could ever beForever trying to clear the sample for my new lpWith all these trials and tribulations yo Ive been affectedAnd to top it off, starks got ejectedRefrainVerse two: phife dawgJust last week my girl was stressing meNow her best friend be underssing meWell I was lovin her by the moon litNow Im tricking on her like kinteBought a bag of izm from the smoke shopWalking towards the car, here come the damn copsNow Im station bound for the thai sticksI bought it for my man, I dont believe this shitCoach sat me down from the ball teamCause I was breakin niggaz on the inseamsSome niggas cross town was trying to stick meAll I had was shorts, a dollar fiftyPicked up this gir in the hooptyJust because of her rhymes she tried to soup mePay for this and pay for that loot for nails and hairWho the hell do you think I am, mr. belvedere?Go and get a bloddy job then can we look cuteEven if you get me boots, youll neva see my lootShe wasnt even all of that just anothe hookerTook the journey that ass way, quick like chucky bookerSometimes you got put the hoes in their freakin placeJust move from in front me with your botty face!My man mohammed in the house, huh [come on, come on]Zulu nation in the house, huh [come on, come on]Sub rock is in the house, huh [come on, come on]My man skeff is in the house, huh [come on, come on]Jarobi white is in the house, huh [come on, come on]Bob power in the house, huh [come on, come on]My man eric in the house, huh [come on, come on]My man lytcha in the house, huh [come on, come on][help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me........muhammad!!]