Boomerang soundtrack — текст песни (A Tribe Called Quest)

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[Phife Dawg]
Ayo who wanna pull on Phifer long time no hear from
Suckers walkin` around talking about they could get some
But that pop is non cypher, no can do
And if you think I`m a dope, then ask the other crew
And I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow
I`m not Lawn Doctor so just step off with the hoe
Oops my mistake I didn`t know you went with her
Should I run down the line of the all the kids that done hit her
Don`t be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critter
I heard she likes the two on one like my man John Ritter
But back to the subject you can`t catch wreck
You must get respect, to earn respect
Suckers think they could herb me cuz know I where specks
You`re full of jokes, but you your name ain`t flex
I got the riches, the bitches, I`m large like a Huxtable
You think you`re all that but you`re girl`s quite doable
Yeah, I`m tellin` you G, to back up off me
I`m not a mad cohort, but I`m not Mr. Softee
Rappin` is an art, coming straight from the heart
So forget the chart because the action can start

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[Q-Tip]
... where ya at? To all my peoples with the funk
I`m the undercover brother dump your hoe in the trunk
Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers
Niggaz step up it`s the lyrical worker
The poems that I create ain`t in paper back books
The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks
My mental is excelling cuz I dabble in the books
I`m not the one to front on, so suboops-suboops
Yo I gets the pickens, I`m such a damn Dickens
If you step to this then the plot just thickens
I`ll run you around the track like a bunny and a dog
To me, your just another MC on the log
A link on the chain, fluid on the brain
I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mardane
See I can`t maintain, especially if you come back
I`m the lyrical master blaster, yeah I can do that
I can also do your girl, so leave the hoe at home
Cuz when I get done, I`ll have her strung on bones
It`s the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mind
Makes me pick up and go when it`s time to drop a rhyme
My title is locked, the Abstract poetic
I`m in the idle mode but my energy`s kinetic
So smooth and debonair, especially for the ear
Gotta keep my thing in gear cuz it`s evident and clear
That I will rock, rock, rock [fades away]

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