A Tribe Called Quest Lyrics

Album: Anthology

I Left My Wallet In El Segundo Lyrics

My mother went away for a month-long trip 

Her and some friends on an ocean-liner ship 

She made a big mistake by leaving me home 

I had to roam so I picked up the phone 

Dialed Ali up to see what was going down 

Told him I pick him up so we could drive around 

Took the Dodge Dart, a '74 

My mother left a yard but I needed one more 

Shaheed had me covered with a hundred greenbacks 

So we left Brooklyn and we made big tracks 

drove down the Belt, got on the Conduit 

Came to a toll, we paid and went through it 

Had no destination, we was on a quest 

Ali laid in the back so he could get rest 

Drove down the road for two-days-and-a-half 

The sun had just risen on a dusty path 

Just then a figure had caught my eye 

A man with a sombrero who was four feet high 

I pulled over to ask were we was at 

His index finger he tipped up his hat 

"El Segundo," he said, "my name is Pedro 

If you need directions, I'll tell you pronto" 

Needed civilization, some sort of reservation 

He said a mile south, there's a fast food station 

Thanks, senor, as I start up the motor 

Ali said, "Damn, Tip, why you drive so far for?" 

(Well describe to me what the wallet looks like) 

Anyway a gas station we passed 

We got gas and went on to get grub 

It was a nice little pub in the middle of nowhere 

Anywhere would have been better 

I ordered enchiladas and I ate 'em 

Ali had the fruit punch 

When we finished we thought for ways to get back 

I had a hunch 

Ali said, "Pay for lunch" 

So I did it 

Pulled out the wallet and I saw this wicked beautiful lady 

She was a waitress there 

Put the wallet down and stared and stared 

To put me back into reality, here's Shaheed: 

"Yo, Tip, man, you got what you need?" 

I checked for keys and started to step 

What do you know, my wallet I forget 

Yo, it was a brown wallet, it had props numbers 

Had my jimmy hats I got to get it man 

Lord, have mercy 

The heat got hotter, Ali stars to curse me 

I fell bad but he makes me feel badder 

Chit-chit-chatter, car stars to scatter 

Breaking on out, we was Northeast bound 

Jettin' on down at the seepd of sound 

Three days coming and three more going 

We get back and there was no slack 

490 Madison, we're here, Sha 

He said, "All right, Tip, see you tomorrow" 

Thinking about the past week, the last week 

Hands go in my pocket, I can't speak 

Hopped in the car and torpe'ed to the shack 

Of Shaheed, "We gotta go back" when he said 

"Why?" I said, "We gotta go 

'Cause I left my wallet in El Segundo" 

Yeah, I left my wallet in El Segundo 

Left my wallet in El Segundo 

Left my wallet in El Segundo 

I gotta get, I got-got ta get it