Q-Tip

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  • Q-Tip Q-Tip - Things U Do Lyrics

           

    Q Tip Talking:
    Lets talk about these things we see
    Walking across the land
    Lets talk about these joints we got
    Every body get down
    Lets talk about these things we see
    Lets talk about these joints I got

    Chorus:
    Lets talk about the rules I break
    And the things we take
    And the jobs we hold
    And the land they stole
    And the fuckin', too
    And the love for you
    And the things we do (5X)

    I puff L's with ladies and gentlemen
    I break spells with faith in a burst of wind
    Others talk but... what they talk about?
    Who could walk and live what they walkabout
    A calm head in the middle of wartime
    People go down just so they could get more shine
    Girls wave your flag and surrender your faculty
    Niggaz got geez but its not really mack to me
    Keep it soft like we killers and often gat
    You walking on me guaranteed you be crawling back
    Abstract see it like this like king in you
    Allies living one more if I'm fuckin too
    Dogs don't eat it up increase they feedin time
    I'll be damned if a mutt starts eating mine
    Let's stay clubbed out the moon makes it all
    Pants gripped your ass now I hope they don't fall apart
    Look around you tell me who else is shining girl
    Fat rapping cats on my dick they just whining girl
    That's just the magnetism that a Queens fella has
    Range rover gism and he fronting with his Lexus ass
    But watch imma drop to a bronco
    See me in your Bentley nigga just honk yo!
    And just know that your man to can get that
    And just though that I don't really wet that
    And just know that this nigga here flips tracks
    Ooh what grooms ya, pain and slip dat
    The illest regiment is what I represent
    Get us mad you gonna see the way gorillas vent
    Mactime I need a diamond at least a friend
    I fear Allah he has no start and he has no end
    We raise the roof up and tear the fucker off
    Bucking hard like the coast guard, who's soft?

    Repeat chorus (3X)

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