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A Tribe Called Quest Miscellaneous Pad & Pen [d-life] This is the master d-life As we set it off with my mans a tribe called quest And uhh, we got to do it like this baby We got to do it like that baby We got the good shit not the bullshit, yaknahmean? ha hah We bout to count it down, we bout to count it off It goes a-one, two, three, ahh! [q-tip] Malik we gettin back into that shit again And when we rhyme, brothers need to break they pens, uh-oh It's the love movement never ends The rap game'll never be the same again (phife dawg where you at baby?) we came again [phife dawg] Here i come again, you feelin fine? The dawg is like a overflowin rhyme from mind Usually mess with shorties whose a 8 or 9 Shorty bump around to the bass-line [q-tip] F keeps a burner on the waist-line That cat's trickin off, i ain't wastin mine You feel the uniqueness, you seekin this? And when we do it, we be freakin this [phife dawg] Don't even front, you know you feelin this My shade is borderin around licorice (licorice) Enjoyin this tune, glad you playin it (aiyyo phife what's the hook?) Here we sayin it, sayin it, sayin it Chorus: with d-life My pad and my pen (ah ah, you didn't go there) The beat and the blend (say word, you didn't go there) The party won't end (you know, we got to be there) Just keep your ?, buildin with friends, yo * repeat 2x w/ variations * [q-tip] We're down for life with one destiny It seems that the devil keeps testin me Got the illest part of the recipe Yo tell your homegirl to stop stressin me (stop it) Undressin me is the part you really like Brothers hold the cracks now they holdin mics The cusses you get, ? steady rights Marauders, we did that shit at mid-night, a-ah-aight-aight [phife dawg] I love it when my honeydip be slobbin me Don't take it personal it's just comedy My comedy completely turned to tragedy I sense some of these rappers still be mad at me Sweatin her because of her anatomy When i bang you it'll be assault and battery Don't make me discombobulate your micraphone Talkin trash will only get you freakin head, flown [q-tip] Uhh, buy em out the box, never faulty ones Get in that ass like karate son I act with the light, sometimes it's lookin grim We manage a smile, sometimes we slip it in [phife dawg] My tribe be worldwide like the nike swoosh Emcees be soundin moist like vagina juice The top of the world, we pursuin it Don't worry about a thing, cause we doin it Doin it, doin it Chorus 2x [d-life] That's the way we do.. c'mon, that's the way we do It's the nigga d-life, with t-c-q That's the way we are.. and the beat won't stop Got to blow it up for the top.. Didn't think you knew how we rock.. |
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