Give Me Lyrics by A Tribe Called Quest

Give Me Lyrics

    [chorus]
    Doin' our thing in queens
    We had dreams about bein' emcees
    And there was no concern about so and so
    And these record companies
    But now we all are grown
    And the spots is gettin' blown
    Boyz ii men, abc, bbd
    Nah, we ain't none of them, b
    Give me
    So give me
    Nore, phife dawg and abstract
    Give me
    To everyone in the world
    Nore, phife dawg and abstract

    [noreaga]
    Yo when i rap, all my niggas love abstract
    Yo, from far rock to flushing, concussion
    Every time a nigga rhyme it's like we get our bus' on
    I used to ride a dollar van and really get my bus on
    Yo, from south don to el segundo
    All my niggas gettin' high yo, and still livin' on the run though
    Get alot a dough so now we have a lot of fun though
    Q-u, two e's, n-s
    All we really care about is money, cheba and sex
    What what what

    [q-tip]
    Niggas get faded, never outdated
    Give it to the world, 'cause for long they waited
    Shorties online to cop the new cd
    So hip-hop'll bust nut in graffiti
    We could two-piece it or we could just seize it
    Shorty, you're my shit, 'cause my style wild decent
    What's it gonna be, the party or the precent?
    Queens cats rock, keep it rugged and recent
    My nigga nore thug it out (thug it out, no doubt)
    Phife dawg buggin' out (buggin' out, no doubt)
    The love movement no doubt (love movement, no doubt)
    Ali shaheed get a shout (shout it out, no doubt)

    [noreaga]
    Yo better things, hold on, take a time out
    Huddle up, yo, queens niggas won't fuck it up
    Keep my southside niggas just palyin' the cut
    While my queensbridge people stay roughin' you up
    East elmhurst, carona, iatola
    Keep the caller id on the motorola
    Gotta keep the po-po on the payola
    Queens niggas shut it down, now it's all over

    [phife]
    One nine two, the bully fram lou
    Merrick van wig holler shaft got brew
    Head up jamacia ave, cop a tape by dj clue
    Move to the acre, sippin' on a guinney booze
    Scoopin' ladies up in babies makes my day complete
    Freestylin' over beats for my peoples in the street
    This is a place where stars are born
    Linden to lawton, we keep it hot like porn

    [chorus]


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