Rap Promoter Lyrics by A Tribe Called Quest

Rap Promoter Lyrics

    {q-tip}
    It's a fly love song

    To the effect of nothing, effective fronting
    Is what i don't allow so let me tell you something
    I am a bon-a-fide
    Not too modest and not a lot of pride
    Soon to have a ride and a home to reside
    If my momma is sick i'm by her beside
    Used to watch the show on channel 4 called riptide
    Wash my wears in-tide cause it's too damn cold
    Out-tide, that's how the runnings go
    If there ain't no dough then there ain't no show
    So take your roly poly fat promoter (ass)
    To the chemical bank, and get my cash
    If you wanna see the people scream and laugh
    You best quest you ask the quest you ask real fast
    Cause i don't wanna see em, start buckin
    Throwin chairs in the air while you be duckin
    What what? don't step to me with that
    If you promotin the show make sure it ain't wack
    *sings*
    Or else i'm leaving ("let me tell you")
    I'm leaving (*cut and scratched* "let me tell you")
    I'm leaving (*cut and scratched* "let me tell you")
    Your wack show

    {q-tip} yo man whassup with that?
    {phife} yo don't sweat me...
    ... c'mon, five hundred, that was the deal
    {q-tip} c'mon man, don't try to play me out
    {phife} we don't need you, sorry!!!
    {q-tip} you know you need me
    *drum roll*

    {q-tip}
    And the abstract rapper says

    I want chicken, and orange juice, ?dat sauce on my rider?
    And my occasional potato by oreida
    Don't forget my pastry make sure they're tasty
    I'm not the type to be pushy or hasty
    See i'm the type of bro that's reared in the ghetto
    Took a few shorts before
    Now the only ones i take are the ones that i wear
    Ain't takin no shorts no more, now
    Please act proper 'fore i call the crimestoppers
    Don't dip on the dough, cause that's a no-no
    Make sure you count your money real slow
    Be alert, look alive, and act like ya know
    It's, the 90's, time to make moves
    Not, the 80's, do away withcha womb
    So what? you got a crew
    I got one too, they're called the brooklyn zoo
    Don't break fool, let's be reserved and cool
    We don't have to act like we in grade school
    Just make sure that we're taken care of
    And we'll do a fly show for ya bub, check it out
    Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy
    Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy
    Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy
    Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-diggy-diggy

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