paroles de chanson Oh My God - A Tribe Called Quest
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
harlot
sounds
Now
when
I
say
the
harlot,
you
know
I
mean
the
hot
Heat
of
the
equator,
the
broth
that's
in
the
pot
Jalick,
Jalick
ya
wind
up
ya
hip
Drafting
of
the
poets,
I′m
the
#7
pick
Licks
licks
licks
boy
'pon
your
backside
Licks
licks
licks
boy
'pon
your
backside
Listen
to
the
fader,
Shaheed
lets
it
glide
Tip
the
earthly
body,
heaven′s
on
my
side
Even
in
Santo
Domingo
when
I
got
a
Gringo
We
got
mics,
when
do
we
go?
Know
a
little
nigga
who
can
rhyme
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,
it′s
time
to
flip
this
I
like
my
beats
hard
like
two
day
old
shit
Steady
eating
booty
MCs
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
wanna
get
with
me
But
just
in
case
I
own
more
condoms
than
T.L.C
Now
the
formula
is
this:
me,
Tip,
and
Ali
For
those
who
can't
count
it
goes
1-2-3
The
anti
batty
boy,
big
up
is
who
I
be
Brothers
find
this
hard
to
do
but
never
me
Some
brothers
try
to
diss
but
Malik,
you
see
′em
bitching
Me
no
care
about
them
dibby
MC,
my
shit
is
hitting
Trini
gladiator,
anti-hesitater
Shaheed
push
the
fader
from
here
to
Grenada
Mr
Energetic,
who
me
sound
pathetic?
When's
the
last
time
you
heard
a
funky
diabetic?
(I
don′t
know
man,
I
don't
know
man,
I
don't
know
man)
(I
don′t
know,
I
don′t
know)
Oh
my
God,
yes,
oh
my
God
Oh
my
God,
yes,
oh
my
God
Oh
my
God,
yes,
oh
my
God
Oh
my
God,
yes,
oh
my
God
Oh
my
God,
yes,
oh
my
God
Oh
my
God,
yes,
oh
my
God
Oh
my
God,
yes,
oh
my
God
Oh
my
God,
yes,
oh
my
God
Complementary
are
we,
the
three
for
poetry
I
got
a
humdinger
coming
hook
line
and
sinker
The
Timbo
hoofs
with
the
prints
on
the
ground
Timbos
on
the
toes,
I
like
the
way
it's
going
down
Down
like
a
lady
of
the
evening
When
it
goes
in
Toots
just
believe
it′s
in
Cause
Queens
is
the
county,
Jamaica
is
the
place
Take
off
your
cleats
cause
you
can't
run
the
race
Oh
my
God,
yes,
oh
my
God
Oh
my
God,
yes,
oh
my
God
Oh
my
God,
yes,
oh
my
God
Oh
my
God,
yes,
oh
my
God
Oh
my
God,
yes,
oh
my
God
Oh
my
God,
yes,
oh
my
God
Oh
my
God,
yes,
oh
my
God
Oh
my
God,
yes,
oh
my
God
The
title
MC
means
Master
of
Ceremony
Some
people
who
MC
don′t
know
what
this
term
means
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