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A Tribe Called Quest Crew

Just a lil somethin'-somethin' About the cats who be frontin' You know the tip, he be huntin' For all the goodness gracious All across the wide spaces

Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch

clean my front lens With a system, that knocks harder than Rin-Tin-Tin Without question, I'm flexy when I'm sexin' Wicked when I Kick It like A Tribe Called Quest

a new rep Rap, Busta Rhymes, or bust this wicked rhyme Yeah y'all in '92, I'm packin' my roach spray, anyway Ding-A-Ling, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders

rest Electric Relaxation from A Tribe Called Quest With the boom, tokin', smokin', coolin' out As I parlay in my room 'cause it's a lazy afternoon Consider this a

to the preacher I'm talking about a verse without a curse that's how I reach ya I can rock a party without a swear or a harsh verb Backwards, no curse

the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch

Ab You either true fat or cut the flab On the microphone hot it's Skillz before heat A wack nigga rhymin, kills a raw beat And I got both, bout to cook up a

here to Sacramento This here groove was made for vintage freestylin' Feelin' like I?m chillin' on a Caribbean island Rugged, raw material is what we bring forth A Tribe Called Quest