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Лучшие песни A Tribe Called Quest
Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
Диджей
James Brown
Артист в сэмпле
Ohio Players
Артист в сэмпле
Phife Dawg
Вокал
Q-Tip
Вокал
The Ummah
Программирование
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Kamaal Fareed
Тексты песен
Leroy Bonner
Автор песен
Gregory A. Webster
Автор песен
Andrew Noland
Автор песен
Ralph Middlebrooks
Автор песен
Marshall Jones
Автор песен
Marvin Pierce
Автор песен
Norman Napier
Автор песен
Walter Morrison
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
The Ummah
Продюсер
Bob Power
Миксинг-инженер
Tom Coyne
Мастеринг-инженер
Слова
Chorus:
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump(6X)
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump-da-bump-da-bump
Bump-da-bump-da-bump
Q-Tip:
Yo, we preparin ourselves for this ultimate war
The MCs are really lost and it's at a big cost
We be rhymin at our show thinkin we gettin dough
Movin throught every town off the fumes of...
And accolades of the crowd with our chests out proud
Yo, we bout to pack these joints so that these... sound loud
Some kids be actin stank like a baby pant
It's the rapper Abstract that make the joint get amped
Yo, use your body maker and use your minds, to break true
Yo, we gotta do the do
Son, we livin in a time where mad folks talk (shit)
Representin they crews or they East-West clicks
Let me tell everybody from coast to coast
About the lands we boast, but we don't own jack
How the (fuck) we movin through makin moves like that?
How the (hell) we movin through makin moves like that?
Can you explain that? I doubt that, very highly
We got jewels and Mo and the life is tight rowdy
Everybody lookin (shitty) like a to' down committee
Let's make these institutions, body slam for the smitties
I got girls with plenty tails, smarts and big (titties)
And they all stressin me, yo, really?
What really goes on? (James Brown: I don't know)
Chorus:
Q-Tip:
One is for the beat and the two is for the rhyme
Three is for the life, now we on this incline
Never catch this kid stickin forks in swine
Never ran my gibs in nuthin less than a dime
A few of my brothas did that asshole one time
Strivin miss sunrise, sometimes is known as crime
The three twenty-five got that Windex shine
And when I shot skelly, I had my boxes in lines
All I wanna do is live life and be fair
I used to stress girls with long legs and long hair
Now, I want a woman with a spiritual flair
God will never make it too hard for me to bare
I'm hungry like a derelict whose stays in the diluse
Some can count me out, but yo, I doubt that I lose
The Westernized world got our minds confused
You frontin on me, ak, then you don't get bruised
The funny style cats, they be playin games like Chucky
Government officials shoot their same old...
Made of devil agents a. k. a. the devil flunky
Stiff (ass) squares gettin mad cuz we funky
This the crap game, then we got the top rolls
The positive jumps the negative like frogs
Resentin evil vibes, yo, that (shit) is at the morgue
We celebrate laughin down in at the smorgas borg
You still lookin (shitty) like a to' down committee
Let's make this institution, buy the land for the smitties
I got girls with tails, plenty smarts and big (titties)
And they all stressin me... really
Chorus:
Writer(s): James Brown, Marvin Pierce, Le Roy Bonner, Walter Morrison, Norman Napier, Andrew Noland, Marshall Jones, Ralph Middlebrooks, Gregory Allen Webster, Charles Bobbit, Kamaal Fareed
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