A Tribe Called Quest - Jam Lyrics
(girls talking on phone)Q-tip:It was friday afternoon in the middle of juneHeineken bottle caps and the aroma of boomAround the time everybody had just got home from classShootin dice, talkin shit, hopin the cash would lastYo, this was around the time when I didnt know no betterJuney moved around in a tinted out jettaPhife:Then he introduced me to that hydro smokeThen I took one toke, yo, I almost chokedSee I never smoked before and my nerves got shotThen he told me about the party at the spot jam rockIt was guaranteed on but I said son, chillTheres a joint around the way thats supposed to be realWordQ-tip:He said we got no js, so we gonna do it rightHit your mans joint first, then jam rock at one nightThen I said aight, then I jumped inside the jettyLet me take a shower, Im sweaty, and then Ill be readyTonight is the night I get my groove on steadyAnd get my drink on with that ford named bettyI went upstairs to get fly, broke my tieOn some liquor, to meet my high quickerNow, Im tight, them know, the party is the m.o.Me and my crew, we get it started like a demoEleven in the evenin, Im feelin like a heathenThis thing is goin down and I highly doubt Im leavinBooty cheeks start to motion and the kids is drinkin potionWord is bond, that black moon joint got me open(dont front)Consequence:A yo, the dj put this short groove onThe good shit that makes a kid lose his drinkBlendin risin to the top and got these shorties hoppinNuthin but coppin, aint no stoppin me nowYo, Im bound to win until that thing kicked inThe alazay had me drunk, I dont know where to begin(echoed)Phife:Not Im feelin kinda jaded, wildly coherentMe and the fellas acted very irreverentButt grabbin, mad laughin and assinConsequence:When that chick caught up, the shorty lookin fed upThey say you drug one with this one, gibbin with that oneQ-tip:A yo, Im just doin my thing, yo Im just havin funYou dont see me in here wylin pullin out no gunYo, I see some of that thing girl and I want someSo lets step inside this corner so that we can rap onOver this bumpin ass song and some dom perignonPhife;I hit ya with the good lovin plus fillet mignon(yeah, yeah scrammy scrams, yo, thats that same old song)(a yo, tell me why the hell your breath smells so strong)Consequence;Yo, put some brakes on your yappin or you wont live long(please nigga, push on)Alright scrams, see you later (scrams)Cant mess with these street sharks or these alligatorsPhife:I cant take it no more, yo its damn near fourIve been partyin and drinkin since I came out my doorQ-tip (consequence)Look at these kids about to mix it, damn, wheres the exit?(son, jetted to the ride and got the burner out the lexus)Yo, he *****ed his joint back like hes about to let him have it(kid, I kept it movin like the energizer rabbit)A yo yo, its time to skate, aint no time to contemplate(all: whoops, looka there, theres jake)
