Q-Tip – Amplified
Albüm Adı : All In
Q-Tip – All In
“Yo. Niggas be on the mic, they be all serious…
I`d love to be serious but… effortless shit.
Effortless… effa-efortless. Mmm-hmm.
Turn my music up, Duro. Yo, yo, you my hero.
Make the shit get loud-a. Even more in my headphones loud-a.
Uh. Sweetheart, shake yo` ass cheeks.
Bust it. Mmm-hmmm. Mmm-hmmm.”
We gon` knock it down and put this
rock solid Amplified shit up.
Girl, it`s like a sit-up.
So you betta send a letta to the betta.
We cut the bank and takin` all the bankin` chedda.
Girls get pretty-ed up,
then they comin` out the club. Rap cats, lock it up.
Worldwide vision where
everybody sees clear.
I could get you ten here.
Uh. Makes no fuss. Keep my shit plush.
Compliment, I get blushed. That`s just how a brotha is.
Big Willy kids and we really run our jibs.
Ladies, breathe easy. Let your man please thee.
Uh. Takin` rhymes to another zone.
Is your mother home? `Cause we can get the moans,
and stay strickly on a rhythemic notion, and
keep the joint close for the commotion and
keep movin` around. Movie stars.
Buy a little car, buy out the bar.
(“All in…”) …for the people who move wit` me.
(“All in…”) …for the nights of ecstasy.
(“All in…”) …for the way we work and play, doin` it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
(“All in…”) …for the people who roll wit` me.
(“All in…”) …for the nights of ecstasy.
(“All in…”) …for the people who work and play, doin` it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
“Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?”
We do it alive, blowin` the spot of this.
Showin` to prove what rap is. (“What is it?”)
Marauder, pass the blue moon.
Hit `chu wit` the ill tune.
Ass cheeks move wit` the help of my jacket bloom.
Insert the veteran
who consecutively come wit` shit yet again.
On the dance floor, chicks get horny.
Hopin` that they all move on me.
Word, for REAL for real.
Do it hard for the love of the game.
Pull your card and I`m askin` yo` name, bitch.
Jay-Dee be champion.
Tip be stylin` and definin` yo` chick, best compan-ion.
I`d advise you to fix your self, for real,
and do your shit wit` more zeal. (“More zeal.”)
We in the mix and it`s thickenin`,
my rhyme and it`s tickin` in.
The hatin` and the shit is so sickenin`.
Picasso, original. (“`Riginal.”)
You forg-azy and the shit amaze me.
Sharpen your contrast and put a little color in it.
High Define your screen and put this brotha in it.
(“All in…”) …for the people who move wit` me.
(“All in…”) …for the nights of ecstasy.
(“All in…”) …for the way we work and play, doin` it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
(“All in…”) …for the people who roll wit` me.
(“All in…”) …for the nights of ecstasy.
(“All in…”) …for the people who work and play, doin` it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
(“All in…”) …for the people who move wit` me.
(“All in…”) …for the nights of ecstasy.
(“All in…”) …for the way we work and play, doin` it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
(“All in…”) …for the people who roll wit` me.
(“All in…”) …for the nights of ecstasy.
(“All in…”) …for the people who work and play, doin` it
everyday. This is how I need to be. (“Need to be…”)