A Tribe Called Quest - Give Me Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Doin` our thing in Queens
We had dreams about bein` emcees
An` there was no concern about so an` so
An` these record companies
But now we all are grown
An` the spots is gettin` blown
Boyz II Men, ABC, BBD
Nah, we ain`t none of them B
Gimme, so gimme
Nore, Phife Dawg an` Abstract
Gimme to everyone in the world
Nore, Phife Dawg an` Abstract
Yo, when I rap, all my ni**as love Abstract
Yo, from Far Rock to Flushing, concussion
Every time a ni**a rhyme it`s like we get our bus` on
I used to ride a dollar van an` really get my bus on
Yo, from South Don to El Segundo
All my ni**as gettin` high, yo, an` still livin` on the run though
Get a lotta dough, so now we have a lotta fun though
Q U, two E`s, N, S, all we really care about is money, cheba an` sex
What, what, what
Ni**as get faded, never outdated
Give it to the world, `cause for long they waited
Shorty`s online to cop the new CD
So hip hop`ll bust nut in graffiti
We could two piece it or we could just seize it
Shorty, you`re my s**t, `cause my style wild decent
What`s it gonna be, the party or the precent?
Queens cats rock, keep it rugged an` recent
My ni**a Nore thug it out, thug it out, no doubt
Phife Dawg buggin` out, buggin` out, no doubt
The Love Movement, no doubt, Love Movement, no doubt
Ali Shaheed get a shout, shout it out, no doubt
Yo, better things, hold on, take a time out
Huddle up, yo, Queens ni**as won`t f**k it up
Keep my Southside ni**as just playin` the cut
While my Queensbridge people stay roughin` you up
East Elmhurst, Carona, Iatola
Keep the caller ID on the Motorola
Gotta keep the po-po on the payola
Queens ni**as shut it down, so now it`s all over
One nine two, the bully Fram Lou
Merrick Van Wig holler, Shaft got brew
Head up Jamacia Ave, cop a tape by DJ Clue
Move to the acre, sippin` on a Guinney booze
Scoopin` ladies up in babies makes my day complete
Freestylin` over beats for my peoples in the street
This is a place where stars are born
Linden to Lawton, we keep it hot like porn
Doin` our thing in Queens
We had dreams about bein` emcees
An` there was no concern about so an` so
An` these record companies
But now we all are grown
An` the spots is gettin` blown
Boyz II Men, ABC, BBD
Nah, we ain`t none of them B
Gimme, so gimme
Nore, Phife Dawg an` Abstract
Gimme to everyone in the world
Nore, Phife Dawg an` Abstract
Check it out like that
[Incomprehensible]
Doin` our thing in Queens
We had dreams about bein` emcees
An` there was no concern about so an` so
An` these record companies
But now we all are grown
An` the spots is gettin` blown
Boyz II Men, ABC, BBD
Nah, we ain`t none of them B
Gimme, so gimme
Nore, Phife Dawg an` Abstract
Gimme to everyone in the world
Nore, Phife Dawg an` Abstract
Yo, when I rap, all my ni**as love Abstract
Yo, from Far Rock to Flushing, concussion
Every time a ni**a rhyme it`s like we get our bus` on
I used to ride a dollar van an` really get my bus on
Yo, from South Don to El Segundo
All my ni**as gettin` high, yo, an` still livin` on the run though
Get a lotta dough, so now we have a lotta fun though
Q U, two E`s, N, S, all we really care about is money, cheba an` sex
What, what, what
Ni**as get faded, never outdated
Give it to the world, `cause for long they waited
Shorty`s online to cop the new CD
So hip hop`ll bust nut in graffiti
We could two piece it or we could just seize it
Shorty, you`re my s**t, `cause my style wild decent
What`s it gonna be, the party or the precent?
Queens cats rock, keep it rugged an` recent
My ni**a Nore thug it out, thug it out, no doubt
Phife Dawg buggin` out, buggin` out, no doubt
The Love Movement, no doubt, Love Movement, no doubt
Ali Shaheed get a shout, shout it out, no doubt
Yo, better things, hold on, take a time out
Huddle up, yo, Queens ni**as won`t f**k it up
Keep my Southside ni**as just playin` the cut
While my Queensbridge people stay roughin` you up
East Elmhurst, Carona, Iatola
Keep the caller ID on the Motorola
Gotta keep the po-po on the payola
Queens ni**as shut it down, so now it`s all over
One nine two, the bully Fram Lou
Merrick Van Wig holler, Shaft got brew
Head up Jamacia Ave, cop a tape by DJ Clue
Move to the acre, sippin` on a Guinney booze
Scoopin` ladies up in babies makes my day complete
Freestylin` over beats for my peoples in the street
This is a place where stars are born
Linden to Lawton, we keep it hot like porn
Doin` our thing in Queens
We had dreams about bein` emcees
An` there was no concern about so an` so
An` these record companies
But now we all are grown
An` the spots is gettin` blown
Boyz II Men, ABC, BBD
Nah, we ain`t none of them B
Gimme, so gimme
Nore, Phife Dawg an` Abstract
Gimme to everyone in the world
Nore, Phife Dawg an` Abstract
Check it out like that
[Incomprehensible]