A Tribe Called Quest - What Really Goes On Lyrics
Chorus:We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump(6x)We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump-da-bump-da-bumpBump-da-bump-da-bumpQ-tip:Yo, we preparin ourselves for this ultimate warThe mcs are really lost and its at a big costWe be rhymin at our show thinkin we gettin doughMovin throught every town off the fumes of...And accolades of the crowd with our chests out proudYo, we bout to pack these joints so that these...sound loudSome kids be actin stank like a baby pantIts the rapper abstract that make the joint get ampedYo, use your body maker and use your minds, to break trueYo, we gotta do the doSon, we livin in a time where mad folks talk (shit)Representin they crews or they east-west clicksLet me tell everybody from coast to coastAbout the lands we boast, but we dont own jackHow the (*****) we movin through makin moves like that?How the (hell) we movin through makin moves like that?Can you explain that? I doubt that, very highlyWe got jewels and mo and the life is tight rowdyEverybody lookin (shitty) like a to down committeeLets make these institutions, body slam for the smittiesI got girls with plenty tails, smarts and big (titties)And they all stressin me, yo, really?What really goes on? (james brown: I dont know)Chorus:Q-tip:One is for the beat and the two is for the rhymeThree is for the life, now we on this inclineNever catch this kid stickin forks in swineNever ran my gibs in nuthin less than a dimeA few of my brothas did that ***** one timeStrivin miss sunrise, sometimes is known as crimeThe three twenty-five got that windex shineAnd when I shot skelly, I had my boxes in linesAll I wanna do is live life and be fairI used to stress girls with long legs and long hairNow, I want a woman with a spiritual flairGod will never make it too hard for me to bareIm hungry like a derelict whose stays in the diluseSome can count me out, but yo, I doubt that I loseThe westernized world got our minds confusedYou frontin on me, ak, then you dont get bruisedThe funny style cats, they be playin games like chuckyGovernment officials shoot their same old...Made of devil agents a.k.a. the devil flunkyStiff (ass) squares gettin mad cuz we funkyThis the crap game, then we got the top rollsThe positive jumps the negative like frogsResentin evil vibes, yo, that (shit) is at the morgueWe celebrate laughin down in at the smorgas borgYou still lookin (shitty) like a to down committeeLets make this institution, buy the land for the smittiesI got girls with tails, plenty smarts and big (titties)And they all stressin me...reallyChorus:
