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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
DJ
Phife Dawg
Phife Dawg
Vocals
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Songwriter
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
Songwriter
A Tribe Called Quest
A Tribe Called Quest
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A Tribe Called Quest
A Tribe Called Quest
Producer
Bob Power
Bob Power
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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 bonafide Not too modest and not a lot of pride Soon to have a ride and a home to reside If my mama is sick, I'm by her bedside 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 running goes 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 bucking Throwing chairs in the air while you be ducking What, what? Don't step to me with that If you promoting a show, make sure it ain't wack Or else I'm leaving ("Let me tell you") I'm leaving ("Let me tell you") I'm leaving ("Let me tell you") Your wack show Yo, man, what's up with that? Yo, don't sweat me C'mon, five hundred, that was the deal C'mon man, don't try to play me out We don't need you, sorry! And the Abstract rapper says I want chicken and orange juice, that's what's on my rider And my occasional potato by Ore-Ida 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 taking no shorts no more, now Please act properly before I call the Crime stoppers Don't dip in the dough, 'cause that's a no-no Make sure you count your money really slow Be alert, look alive, and act like you know It's the '90s, time to make moves Not the '80s, do away witcha womb So what? You got a crew I got one too, they're called the Brooklyn Zu Don't break fool, let's be reserved and cool We don't have to act like we are 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 Diggy dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy diggy Dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy diggy Dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy diggy Dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy dig
Writer(s): Malik Izaak Taylor, Ali Shaheed Jones-muhammad, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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