A Tribe Called Quest - Keep It Rollin' Lyrics

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Verse one: phife dawg

Aiyyo swing swing swing to chop chop chop

Yo that's the sound when mcs get mopped

Don't come around town without the hip in your hop

Cause when the shit hits the fan that assll get dropped

Mcs wanna attack me but them punks can't cope

Ill have you left without a job like isley from the love boat

So money watch your mouth or I might have to bust ya

Battlin mcs from jfk to russia

Back down to london sweden and brazil

Do a u.s. tour for three months and then a chill

Styles be fat like jackie gleason the rest be art carney

People love the dawg like the kids love barney

I love you you love me

The shorty phife dawg is your favorite mc

So move back yaself dread you know the element

The tribe is good for your health like a can of nutriment

Mcs don't have no winds mcs don't have no winds

I flips you crazier than a busload of jerrys kids

Your crew don't want it man your crew don't want it

But if you feel you can swing it then money please bring it

(sup) large professor in the house (sup)

(sup) you know how we do (sup)

(sup) I stay on your crew (sup)

(whassup) like mario lemieux (whassup)

(whassup? ) peace to ike love

(sup? hah hah) and the rest of the crew (whassup? )

(whassup? ) I meet you guys in front the cleaners

Bring the blunts and the brew so

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Verse two: q-tip

Whassup kids? the ab is speaking from the moon

Thanks for your support aiyyo I'll be home soon

But the only thing I ask when I return from my task

Is a whole bunch of beats and a blass full of ass

My fist stands firm because im black and solid

I open up your pores like a plate full of collards

Cmon take it easy wouldya easy easy

Im up in the gulley that's when I am her buddy

She told me pull her hair I did it drove her nutty

Filled up the hole like spackle or I mean putty

When we over joints like this we never cruddy

Extra p hooked the beat and kids it feels luh-huh-ovely

Check it out cause my conception is immaculate

A bachelor lookin for a bachlelorette

Back to you mcs this is what your gonna get

A first degree burn from my man kens cigarette

I hope you like malboro paul you know we thorough like denver

The beat feels like a never-ender

But all things good must so I wont sweat it

Drop the cs for the youthful crew I hope you get it

As I stand grip this mic inside my hand

Boy I smack you up like I was your old grand

So respect yourself son and come and gimme love

Once again the ab is who you think of

So chill with the beef money we got a jetti

Verse three: extra p (large professor)

Its extra p and yo tip Im bout to set it

On the country once again here to win

Im uptown chillin takin in this grand master vic blend

From the projects the pjs fuck them two djs

Self mission I had her in the I'll position

Saying large youse the soul brother that I'd like to

Eff with for the rest of my life yeah yeah now check the method

As i proceed with what you need like akinyele

A whip looks complete when the tires say firelli

Funk monkey one rapper fell off now he's a junkie

There's 8 million stories in the city it's a pity

Don't fuck with the skins if she's trying to act shitty

Shout to the guru primo and zulu zulu

Nation was on a vacation in the ghetto

Yo ras slow your roll Im bout to bag this heres metal

Rapper nas on topic seems we gonna rock it

Queens represent buy the album when I drop it (drop it)

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