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  • Letra Oh My God de A Tribe Called Quest Ranking:
  • Chorus q-tip:

    Oh my god (16x)



    Q-tip:

    Listen up everybody the bottom line

    I'm a black intellect, but unrefined

    With precision like a bullet, target bound

    Just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds

    Now when i say the harlett, you know i mean the hot

    Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot

    Jalick, jalick ya wind up ya hip

    Draftin of the poets, i'm the #7 pick

    Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside

    Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside

    Listen to the fader, shaheed lets it glide

    Tip the earthly body

    Heaven's on my side

    Even in santo domingo

    Can i gotta gringo

    Yo, we got mics, when do we go?

    Know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me

    Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy



    Phife

    1 for the treble, 2 for the bass

    You know the style tip, now watch me rip this

    I like my beats harder than two day old shit

    Steady eatin booty mcs like cheese grits

    My man al b. sure, he's in effect mode

    Used to have a crush on dawn from en vogue

    It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me

    But just in case i own more condoms than tlc

    Now the formula is this...me, tip, and ali

    For those who can't count it goes 1-2-3

    The answer...big up is how i be

    Brothas find it's hard to do, but never me

    Some brothas try to dis malik

    You see'm catchin me

    Don't worry about them booty mcs, my shit be hittin


  • Trainin gladiator, anti-hesitator

    Shaheed push the fader from here to granada

    Mister energetic

    Who me, sound pathetic?

    When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?

    I don't know man(3x)

    I don't know(2x)



    Chorus:



    Q-tip

    Complimentary it be

    The thief of poetry

    I got a humdinger comin hook, line and sinker

    The timbo hits with the prints underground

    Timbo's on the toes, i like the way it's goin down

    Down like the lady of the evenin

    When it goes in hun just beleive the sin

    Cuz queens is the county, jamaica is the place

    (phife: take off your boots cuz you can't run the race)

    See, this is how we do when we keep it on and on

    Do what...

    Got my man big mo with the streets and the papes

    My man big mo with the streets and caprice

    This is how we do when we keep the wildin sheets

    Cuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please

    See ya next lp and next cd and next cassette

    Yo, we about to jet

    We a tribe called quest and we the midnight marauders

    Tribe called quest and we the midnight marauders

    See ya next time cuz we the midnight marauders

    A yo, we out cuz we the midnight marauders

    Go to the record store and get the shit

    We work hard

    We a tribe called quest and we the midnight marauders

    Queens got it's own and brooklyn got it's own

    Like that
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