Keep It Rollin?? Lyrics
<d&[ Lyrics from: http://www.cloverlyrics.com/e1601-a_tribe_called_quest~keep_it_rollin_lyrics.html ]#105;v>Verse one: phife dawg<br /><br />Aiyyo swing swing swing, to chop chop chop<br />Yo that’s the sound when mc’s get mopped<br />Don’t come around town without the hip in your hop<br />Cause when the shit hits the fan, that ass’ll get dropped<br />Mc’s wanna attack me but them punks can’t cope<br />I’ll have you left without a job, like isley from the love boat<br />So money watch your mouth, or I might have to bust ya<br />Battlin mc’s, from jfk to russia<br />Back down to london, sweden and brazil<br />Do a u.s. tour for three months and then a chill<br />Styles be fat like jackie gleason, the rest be art carney<br />People love the dawg like the kids love barney<br />I love you, you love me<br />The shorty phife dawg is your favorite mc<br />So move back yaself dread, you know the element<br />The tribe is good for your health like a can of nutriment<br />Mc’s don’t have no winds, mc’s don’t have no winds<br />I flips you crazier than a busload of jerry’s kids<br />Your crew don’t want it, man your crew don’t want it<br />But if you feel you can swing it, then money please bring it<br />(sup) large professor in the house (sup)<br />(sup) you know how we do (sup)<br />(sup) I stay on your crew (sup)<br />(whassup) like mario lemieux (whassup)<br />(whassup? ) peace to ike love<br />(sup? hah hah) and the rest of the crew (whassup? )<br />(whassup? ) I meet you guys in front the cleaners<br />Bring the blunts and the brew so<br /><br />Verse two: q-tip<br /><br />Whassup kids? the ab is speaking from the moon<br />Thanks for your support, aiyyo I’ll be home soon<br />But the only thing I ask when I return from my task<br />Is a whole bunch of beats and a blass full of ass<br />My fist stands firm because i’m, black and solid<br />I open up your pores like a plate full of collards<br />C’mon take it easy wouldya, easy easy<br />I’m up in the gulley, that’s when I am her buddy<br />She told me pull her hair, I did, it drove her nutty<br />Filled up the hole like spackle or I mean putty<br />When we over joints like this we never cruddy<br />Extra p hooked the beat, and kids it feels luh-huh-ovely<br />Check it out, cause my conception is immaculate<br />A bachelor, lookin for a bachlelorette<br />Back to you mc’s, this is what your gonna get<br />A first degree burn from my man ken’s cigarette<br />I hope you like malboro, paul you know we thorough like denver<br />The beat feels like a never-ender<br />But all things good must, so I won’t sweat it<br />Drop the c’s for the youthful crew, I hope you get it<br />As I stand, grip this mic inside my hand<br />Boy I smack you up, like I was your old grand<br />So respect yourself son, and come and gimme love<br />Once again the ab is who you think of<br />So chill with the beef money, we got a jetti<br /><br />Verse three: extra p (large professor)<br /><br />It’s extra p and yo tip I’m bout to set it<br />On the country once again here to win<br />I’m uptown chillin, takin in this grand master vic blend<br />From the projects, the pj’s, fuck them two dj’s<br />Self mission, I had her in the ill position<br />Saying large youse the soul brother that I’d like to<br />Eff with for the rest of my life yeah yeah now check the method<br />As i, proceed with what you need like akinyele<br />A whip looks complete when the tires say firelli<br />Funk monkey, one rapper fell off, now he’s a junkie<br />There’s 8 million stories in the city it’s a pity<br />Don’t fuck with the skins if she’s trying to act shitty<br />Shout to the guru, primo and zulu zulu<br />Nation, was on a vacation, in the ghetto<br />Yo ras slow your roll I’m bout to bag this here’s metal<br />Rapper nas on topic, seems we gonna rock it<br />Queens represent, buy the album when I drop it (drop it)<br />