Its Yours — текст песни (A Tribe Called Quest)

And its yours



Commentatin, you illustratin,

All the beautiful things that a baller can go for

But Im not that, I dont like to floss

If you need me in your universe, listen its yours



Uhuh uh uh...



And its yours



[chorus]

Do you like this? yea

Do you want this? yea

Well if you had it would you flaunt this? hell yea

Well its yours



Talkin to a player whos already played can

Soon lead to boredom and your feelings just may fade

Never be intrigued by the young boy face

Look inside me love you see I got wild taste

I dont really know but

Somebody said that

A high-priced girl can really lay in your head

I dont know



If its true now, I leave it up to you



Queenstyle, uh, well its yours



Your style plus angle done up with finesse

Is rubbing you right and I hope you dont

Fess

Now its time, to introduce

Myself as tip so cut the other cats loose

Listen, I hope youre diggin this tune

Cause when I get you in a room Im gonna make you swoon

A b s t r a c t

Usually the reason why a lady wants me

She write down her number, I make impact

Which only occurs, if the club aint packed

So ? ? ? come on, stop whilin, I got it all fixed

Just listen to the mix to the mix.....



Break down yall, break it down (x4)



To da beat, to da beat....



Ali, ali, ali.....



Common talk, deserves a walk,

While I sit in a range

Everything he says to you from now on

Since talkin to me, it all seems strange

Definitely

You will agree

Just let your mind be free

Relax yourself, I got you now

Yo, this is the place to be



What what what.....



Romance uh, romance uh, romance uh



A cracker jack joint to put on your ring finger

When youre all alone thoughts of us still linger

Once the picture is finished, the music aint done

The difference is the memories, we had fun

Cause theyll be plenty of nights, that we can excite

No other could be me because I shoot the g right

Frid up some ? ? ? with the collard green special

Its my crib, Im fred and youre ethel

Massage your head up with a temple rub

While we cool and make love to a ? ? ? ? dub

Its deeper than the tangible I want in

Cant you see it in my eyes, its yours, its no surprise

So we takin you back yo

And we illin on the track yo

On the dance floor never ever lie

Here we go one more time uh



Chorus