: [Q-Tip] To all the lowriders, and big-riders Lowride.. what happened in the car yo? F'real, let a nigga.. Brand new truck, butter soft seat Four point
, tied down We on your block, turned hot spots to ghost towns A-yo, I'm tired of these niggaz, Bus-a-Bus, now Say it to 'em [Chorus: Q-Tip] This is just
now Uh, check it out now Uh, no doubt yo [Q-Tip] You such a thang, a sexy little thang I'm Hot Boyin' it, admirin' your chain You got a fella nose wide
me a bitch Or forget to run the ???, You better do your little thang Mack it around, and do your little thing Uh-huh, uh-huh [Hook: Q-Tip] It's such
didn't cop a deal Rap slate like big weight You buy, I sell, we split big cake Uh uh, just move your little thing Move it around and shake your little
: [Q-Tip] Shocka called me up to do this thing for Soundbombing And I figured that I'd do it cause it wasn't no harmin' Shine a little bit in case somebody
m just that modern day jokesta Why do you all try to be like Q Strange? But you ain't Shit like Q [Verse 3: Q Strange] Fact is I'm commin' up outta the
funk you like the ahhh shit Step into the cipher turning it into a mosh pit I rock shit, with the hot shit never stop this Makin' you bounce like a hot
even Puff starts ta jump Cuz I buck from the booth wit a rifle I'm a sniper On the dance floor throwin' 'bows in your grill At the bar in your drink got dissolved little
from Tommy guns to MAC Tens it's Q.B.'s newborn killers. Verse 3: (Ruc) 96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
you die for me? Obviously, we all know you type of cats Let they man get struck, never strike back Stay in the streets, seven days a week Shit get hot
Excuse me, what's good, girl? You look familiar Was you on the Ron G. ski trip in '95 I see you 'round the way, pushin' you mans Q-45 And watch you and
the bright sun And I'm numb like I'm inside 'em like white on a ripe bun Like that one, baby stacked with' a fat on Action-pack with' a rack and a little
Girl make it hot like the roof is on fire Burn it up Girl the way you dance you are my one desire Come on So hot you're one fire (come on!) [x7] [R Kelly
clips in bags of Bar-B-Q potato chips Plus your main honey loved us Slip her some bom-ba she'll fuck twenty of us [Gov-Matic] Yo, you pack that little
coming through your block Can't you smell it trick? Wanna copy-cat my whole format So you get funk tracks, punch lines and skull hats HUHHHHHHH! Got a little
love cus you whut's up Look at ya self in the mirror like what da fuck Damn I look good and cant nobody freak it like I could Yea ok I got a little fat
it Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep often Take over your party, slamdance witcha hood Took your ladies back to the projects with us Then sent her {ass} back on the Q
