A Tribe Called Quest Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Oh My God (Remix) Lyrics

Chorus Q-Tip: 

Oh My God (16X) 

Q-Tip: 

Listen up everybody the bottom line 

I'm a black intellect, but unrefined 

With precision like a bullet, target bound 

Just livin 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 #7 pick 

Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside 

Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside 

Listen to the fader, Shaheed lets 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 nigga who can ryhme when you ask me 

Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy 

Phife 

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 shit 

Steady eatin 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 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 

Brothas find it's hard to do, but never me 

Some brothas try to dis Malik 

You see'm catchin me 

Don't worry about them booty MCs, my shit be hittin 

Trainin 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(3x) 

I don't know(2x) 

Chorus: 

Q-Tip 

Complimentary it be 

The thief of Poetry 

I got a humdinger comin hook, line and sinker 

The TIMBO hits with the prints underground 

TIMBO's on the toes, i like the way it's goin down 

Down like the lady of the evenin 

When it goes in hun just beleive the sin 

Cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place 

(Phife: Take off your boots cuz you can't run the race) 

See, this is how we do when we keep it on and on 

Do what... 

Got my man Big Mo with the streets and the papes 

My man Big Mo with the streets and caprice 

This is how we do when we keep the wildin sheets 

Cuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please 

See ya next LP and next CD and next cassette 

Yo, we about to jet 

We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders 

Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders 

See ya next time cuz we the Midnight Marauders 

A yo, we out cuz we the Midnight Marauders 

Go to the record store and get the shit 

We work hard 

We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders 

Queens got it's own and Brooklyn got it's own 

Like that