A Tribe Called Quest - Keep It Rollin' Lyrics
Verse one: phife dawgAiyyo swing swing swing, to chop chop chopYo thats the sound when mcs get moppedDont come around town without the hip in your hopCause when the shit hits the fan, that assll get droppedMcs wanna attack me but them punks cant copeIll have you left without a job, like isley from the love boatSo money watch your mouth, or I might have to bust yaBattlin mcs, from jfk to russiaBack down to london, sweden and brazilDo a u.s. tour for three months and then a chillStyles be fat like jackie gleason, the rest be art carneyPeople love the dawg like the kids love barneyI love you, you love meThe shorty phife dawg is your favorite mcSo move back yaself dread, you know the elementThe tribe is good for your health like a can of nutrimentMcs dont have no winds, mcs dont have no windsI flips you crazier than a busload of jerrys kidsYour crew dont want it, man your crew dont want itBut if you feel you can swing it, then money please bring it(sup) large professor in the house (sup)(sup) you know how we do (sup)(sup) I stay on your crew (sup)(whassup) like mario lemieux (whassup)(whassup? ) peace to ike love(sup? hah hah) and the rest of the crew (whassup? )(whassup? ) I meet you guys in front the cleanersBring the blunts and the brew soVerse two: q-tipWhassup kids? the ab is speaking from the moonThanks for your support, aiyyo Ill be home soonBut the only thing I ask when I return from my taskIs a whole bunch of beats and a blass full of assMy fist stands firm because im, black and solidI open up your pores like a plate full of collardsCmon take it easy wouldya, easy easyIm up in the gulley, thats when I am her buddyShe told me pull her hair, I did, it drove her nuttyFilled up the hole like spackle or I mean puttyWhen we over joints like this we never cruddyExtra p hooked the beat, and kids it feels luh-huh-ovelyCheck it out, cause my conception is immaculateA bachelor, lookin for a bachleloretteBack to you mcs, this is what your gonna getA first degree burn from my man kens cigaretteI hope you like malboro, paul you know we thorough like denverThe beat feels like a never-enderBut all things good must, so I wont sweat itDrop the cs for the youthful crew, I hope you get itAs I stand, grip this mic inside my handBoy I smack you up, like I was your old grandSo respect yourself son, and come and gimme loveOnce again the ab is who you think ofSo chill with the beef money, we got a jettiVerse three: extra p (large professor)Its extra p and yo tip Im bout to set itOn the country once again here to winIm uptown chillin, takin in this grand master vic blendFrom the projects, the pjs, ***** them two djsSelf mission, I had her in the ill positionSaying large youse the soul brother that Id like toEff with for the rest of my life yeah yeah now check the methodAs i, proceed with what you need like akinyeleA whip looks complete when the tires say firelliFunk monkey, one rapper fell off, now hes a junkieTheres 8 million stories in the city its a pityDont ***** with the skins if shes trying to act shittyShout to the guru, primo and zulu zuluNation, was on a vacation, in the ghettoYo ras slow your roll Im bout to bag this heres metalRapper nas on topic, seems we gonna rock itQueens represent, buy the album when I drop it (drop it)
