Oh My God - A Tribe Called Quest

Lyrics by：John Davis/A. Muhammad/M. Taylor

Composed by：John Davis/A. Muhammad/M. Taylor

Listen up everybody the bottom line

I'm a black intellect but unrefined

With precision like a bullet target bound

Just living like a hooker the harlett sounds

Now when I say the harlett you know I mean the hot

Heat in the equator the brothers in the pot

Jalick jalick ya wind up ya hip

Draftin of the poets I'm the number seven pick

Licks licks licks boy on your backside

Licks licks licks boy on your backside

Listen to the fader shaheed Yes it glide

Tip the earthly body

Heaven's on my side

Even in santo domingo

Can I gotta gringo

Yo we got mics when do we go

Know a little n***a who can ryhme when you ask me

Short dark and plus his voice is raspy

1 for the treble 2 for the bass

You know the style tip now watch me rip this

I like my beats harder than two day old s**t

Steady eating booty mc's like cheese grits

My man al b sure he's in effect mode

Used to have a crush on dawn from en vogue

It's not like honey dip would want to get with me

But just in case I own more condoms than tlc

Now the formula is this me tip and ali

For those who can't count it goes 1-2-3

The answer big up is how I be

Brothers find it's hard to do but never me

Some brothers try to dis malik

You see'm catchin me

Don't worry about them booty mcs

My s**t be hittin

Training gladiator anti-hesitator

Shaheed push the fader from here to granada

Mister energetic

Who me sound pathetic

When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic

I don't know man

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Complimentary it be

The thief of poetry

I got a humdinger coming hook line and sinker

The timbo hits with the prints underground

Timbo's on the toes I like

The way it's going down

Down like the lady of the evening

When it goes in hun just believe the sin

'Cause queens is the County

Jamaica is the place

Take off your boots 'cause you can't run the race

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