A Tribe Called Quest - Rock Rock Y'all Lyrics
[punch] yo! we about to rock this joint, from the family. andWe want yall all to know, that its time...Chorus (all):To rock rock yallFreak freak yallTo the beat yallIts unique yall (2x)[punch]A-yo praise the master, make plans wit your pastorMy rapll blast ya, send you to the hereafterI push a tractor, for horses grazin in the pastureYa heard I was trickin, the whole room filled with laughterIn ciphers, Im the one you dont rhyme afterYou only know half of the math, it dont add upThe lead batter, my hits make ya frame shatterWatch me now! just begun like jimmy castorIm bad luck just like walkin under laddersMad rappers, book of life, last chapterMe and my squad build just like contractorsI break shit, you only give hairline fracturesWomen flash us, dont know ya better ask usA bastard, wit more contacts than lens craftersTear down the rafters, venerials couldnt clap usYou need practice, hit chicks then Im casper[jane doe]The church of scientology, feminine biologyManic depressive psychologically, a.d.d. alive and wePolluted by technology, the fumes and its ecologyWhile your thought you was out of copy I get nastier than sodomyProbably an oddesey, started back on robberyWas the degree of the economy that do the sovereigntyRegarded as a prodigy, leery in sociologyLet the wallabees always conceal my gynecologyRhymin pathologically, thats how it gotta be!Never makin no apology, worshippin my anthropology***** modesty, studyin microbiologyCausin verbal lobotomy, its in my geneologySix months of sobriety, movin very methodicallyLike a unicorn, more ways than oceanographyGuard technology, rip shows antibioticallyTrue thugs bionically, give birth to criminology[words]Yo as a youngin, I swear to God you couldnt tell me nothinI swore I was gettin somethin, clothes or humpinFor girls with the church, slacks with some shirts tucked inI set it up for money, my mom worked when I was cuttinUnsigned strugglin, for the heat I lit the ovenOne would by the cd, the other would do the dubbinBefore I met rob, I was in the clubs frontinOh yeah I know the tip, when I see him I be duckinBut now when Im clubbin, those that used to dis were bugginOverweight chicks, spandex, they stomachs sucked inStay interruptin, dance and try to cut inTold people you got in free when you really snuck in[q-tip]We never get concerned about whos in the leagueWe just stay workin so no one will needAn unconcerned outsider givin niggaz feedMy niggaz puff weed but negotiate the seedThe family is granite and you cant intercedeI try to switch lanes at this operatin speedCats in the game be gamblin with greedWe the house, you the player and we gonna catch theseWhos the sam sneed makin microphones bleedPoker face creed while my mind just readShorty got rhythm but her freak got freedThats insignificant but this take heed[mos def]They say Im pretty like clay is, bright like the day isBeats from my fleet be sweet like sugar ray isIm swingin this from bay ridge to where the oakland bay isMy game is tough to play, Im tough to weigh like your safe isThe aim is, to make you recognize what the name isMos def gon set it straight from where the 718 isThe place with the great superiginate the flavorsAn all-star block with some all-star laymans(turn the music down!) this is probably some hatersAchin cuz they hear us rotatin on the playlist>from b-boy laces to detroit gatorsYo tip I got to bail, where the scale? help me weigh this...Yo! we want yall to know...that this is the family, right?And what we want everybody out there to do...on the dance floor...Is get ready...because noooowwwwww we gonna...Chorus (6x) to fade out
