A tribe called quest what lyrics
A tribe called quest what lyrics
«What?» lyrics
A Tribe Called Quest Lyrics
[Q-Tip:]
Babies babble on, they lookin for excuses
Game for the buzzer who kicked it to the losers
Lame as a brain, could be, golly gee
If you see a shrink he’ll charge you a fee
If you see me ya see the fee is nothing
Fee will be for patience all that’s no fronting
What is a party if it doesn’t really rock?
What is a poet? All balls, no cock
What is a war if it doesn’t have a general?
What’s channel nine if it doesn’t have Arsenio?
What is life if you don’t have fun?
What is a what if you ain’t got a gun?
What’s Ali without Shaheed Muhammad?
Nothing. Kapelka makes you vomit
What is a Quest if the players ain’t willing?
What is a pence if you don’t have a shilling?
Excuse me if I’m chillin, hey what, say what
What’s a fat man without food in his gut?
What’s a child birth, without the umbilical?
What’s United Parcel, without the deliverer?
What’s momma-san, without poppa-san?
What’s martial arts without Daniel-San?
What’s Rasheed without Tonya, Tamika?
What’s orange juice and Doug E. Doug without Shaniqua?
Not a not a not a not a damn thing
What’s Duke Ellington without that swing?
What is position if there is no contortin?
What is hip-hop if it doesn’t have violence?
Chill for a minute, Doug E. Fresh said silence
[Four second pause]
What is a glock if you don’t have a clip?
What’s a lollipop without the Good Ship?
What’s S&M if you don’t have chains?
What’s a con artist if he doesn’t have brains?
What’s America without greed and glamour?
What’s an MC if he doesn’t have stamina?
What’s music fractured without Mr. Walt?
What’s Trugoy without a phrase called torte?
What’s Kris Lighty if he wasn’t such a baby?
What is a woman if she didn’t say maybe?
Baby laid down, I removed the frown
What would be my penal cord if it wasn’t brown?
What is a paper without a president?
What is a compound without a element?
What is a jam if you don’t spike the punch?
What’s a Brewski if you don’t buy brunch?
Oooh ooh, it’s like that you keep goin
Freak freak y’all cause you know that we showin
What to go what to go what to go what to go what
To go what to go what to go what to go WHAT
Перевод A Tribe Called Quest – What?
Текст :
Q-Tip:
Babies babble on, they lookin for excuses
Game for the buzzer who kicked it to the losers
Lame as a brain, could be, golly gee
If you see a shrink he’ll charge you a fee
If you see me ya see the fee is nothing
Fee will be for patience all that’s no fronting
What is a party if it doesn’t really rock?
What is a poet? All balls, no cock
What is a war if it doesn’t have a general?
What’s channel nine if it doesn’t have Arsenio?
What is life if you don’t have fun?
What is a what if you ain’t got a gun?
What’s Ali without Shaheed Muhammad?
Nothing. Kapelka makes you vomit
What is a Quest if the players ain’t willing?
What is a pence if you don’t have a shilling?
Excuse me if I’m chillin, hey what, say what
What’s a fat man without food in his gut?
What’s a child birth, without the umbilical?
What’s United Parcel, without the deliverer?
What’s momma-san, without poppa-san?
Перевод :
Q-Tip:
Дети болтать, они ищут оправдания
Игра для зуммера, который пнул его проигравшим
Хромой как мозг, может быть, черт возьми
Если вы видите сокращение, он будет взимать плату
Если вы видите меня, вы видите, что плата ничего
Плата за терпение будет всем, что не противостоять
Что такое квест, если игроки не хотят?
Что такое пенсы, если у вас нет шиллинга?
Извините, если я чиллин, эй, что, скажи что
Что за толстый человек без еды в животе?
Какое рождение ребенка, без пуповины?
Что такое United Parcel, без доставщика?
Что мама-сан, без папы-сан?
What is position if there is no contortin?
What is hip-hop if it doesn’t have violence?
Chill for a minute, Doug E. Fresh said silence
Four second pause
What is a glock if you don’t have a clip?
What’s a lollipop without the Good Ship?
What’s S&M if you don’t have chains?
What’s a con artist if he doesn’t have brains?
What’s America without greed and glamour?
What’s an MC if he doesn’t have stamina?
What’s music fractured without Mr. Walt?
What’s Trugoy without a phrase called torte?
What’s Kris Lighty if he wasn’t such a baby?
What is a woman if she didn’t say maybe?
Baby laid down, I removed the frown
What would be my penal cord if it wasn’t brown?
What is a paper without a president?
What is a compound without a element?
What is a jam if you don’t spike the punch?
What’s a Brewski if you don’t buy brunch?
Oooh ooh, it’s like that you keep goin
Freak freak y’all cause you know that we showin
What to go what to go what to go what to go what
To go what to go what to go what to go WHAT
Какова позиция, если нет контортина?
Что такое хип-хоп, если в нем нет насилия?
Прохладный на минуту, Дуг Э. Фреш сказал молчание
Четыре секундная пауза
Что такое Глок, если у вас нет клипа?
Что такое леденец без хорошего корабля?
Что такое S & M, если у вас нет цепей?
Что за мошенник, если у него нет мозгов?
Что такое Америка без жадности и гламура?
Что за MC, если у него нет выносливости?
Какая музыка сломана без мистера Уолта?
Что такое Тругой без фразы под названием torte?
Что такое Крис Лайт, если он не был таким ребенком?
Что такое женщина, если она не сказала, может быть?
Ребенок лег, я убрал хмуриться
Каким был бы мой штрафной шнур, если бы он не был коричневым?
Ооо ооо, это как будто ты продолжаешь идти
Урод, урод, вы все, потому что вы знаете, что мы показываем
Что идти, что идти, что идти, что идти, что
Идти, что идти, что идти, что идти, ЧТО
«Find A Way» lyrics
A Tribe Called Quest Lyrics
[Chorus:]
Now you caught me heart for the evening
Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things
Should I just sit out or come harder?
Help me find my way
[Q-Tip:]
Messing me up, my whole head
Teasing me, just like Tisha, did Martin
Now look at what you’re starting
Schoolboy’s crush and it ain’t on the hush
The whole world sees it but you can’t (uh)
My peoples they complain, sitt and rave and rant (come on)
Your name is out my mouth like an ancient chant (say what?)
Got me like a dog as I pause and pant.
[Phife:]
Speaking of which, got a leash and I wish just to rock you miss (come on)
Make a militant move, peep my strategy (what?)
End of the day you’re not mad at me (uh)
Not dealing with nobody, now that’s what you told me (what?)
I said: «hey yo, it’s cool, we can just be friendly» (come on)
‘Cause yo, picture me messing it up
Her mind not corrupt with the ill C-Cups
Shit, I’m on my J.O. (come on)
Bullshitting, hoping that the day goes slow (what?)
Got me like a friend, what confuses me though
Is kisses when we greet, tell me what’s the dill yo? (dill yo, yo, yo. )
[Q-Tip:]
Now why you wanna go and do that, love, huh?
Making things for me towards you harder
Killing me, just when I think we’re there
You got the whole vibe and the flows in the air
Telling me ’bout next man
But next man ain’t the nigga with the plan
Who got your heart in mind?
It’s about time that you just unwind (come on)
[Phife:]
And let it just happen, make it front-free (uh)
Just sweat me like Moneypenny (uh)
Digging you, getting inside of your stee (what?)
It’s the Quest that keeping you company
Forever, or however you want it
[Q-Tip:]
Word word, now wait a minute now before you jet it to the curb (yeah, yeah)
Start to make affections, which is good not the hurt
But it, it aint me, and I, I ain’t blurred (uh)
I’ma still just chill with you
Maybe things could change if you change your view (come on)
If not then I guess it is cool (yeah)
just, to keep to yourself and adbide by the rules, right
check it out now.
check it out now.
like that now.
check it out now.
wha wha now.
check it out now.
yeah yeah now.
check it out now.
check it out now.
it’s like that now.
check it out now.
yeah yeah now.
check it out now.
what you say, what? what?
«Scenario» lyrics
A Tribe Called Quest Lyrics
[Tribe and L.O.N.S.:]
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what’s the scenario
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what’s the scenario
[Phife Dawg:]
Ayo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?)
But Bo don’t know jack, ’cause Bo can’t rap
Well what do you know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat
No batteries included, and no strings attached
No holds barred, no time for move faking
Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon
Brothers front, they say the Tribe can’t flow
But we’ve been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so
Sleep if you want NyQuil will help you get your Zs troop
But here’s the real scoop
I’m all that and then some, short dark and handsome
Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from
I’m vexed, fuming, I’ve had it up to here
My days of paying dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (yeah)
Head for the border, go get a taco
Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meaning from the get-go
Sit back relax and let yourself go
Don’t sweat what you heard, but act like you know
[Charlie Brown:]
Yes yes y’all (yes y’all!)
Who got the vibe it’s the Tribe y’all (Tribe y’all!)
Real live y’all (live y’all!)
Inside outside come around
(who’s that?) Brown
So may I say, call me Charlie
The word is the herb and I’m deep like Bob Marley
Lay back on the payback, evolve rotate the gates contact
Can I get a hit? (hit!)
Boom bip with a brother named Tip
And we’re ready to flip
East coast stomping, ripping and romping
New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton
Checka-checka-check it out!
The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce
And wow how now wow how now Brown cow
We’re ill ’til the skill gets down
For the flex, next, it’s the textbook old to the new
But the rest are doo-doo
From radio to the video to Arsenio
Tell me! Yo, what’s the scenario
[Dinco D:]
(True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo
Scenarios, radios, rates more than four
Scores for the s’mores that smother dance floors
Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore
Ship-shape, crushed grapes, apes that play tapes
Papes make drakes baked for the wakes
Of an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader
Base in the space means peace, see ya later
Later? (Later!) Later alligator
Pop blows the weasel and the herb’s the inflater
So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow
Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight
Laugh yo how’s that sound (oh!)
[Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes:]
It’s a Leader-Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)
Never on the left ’cause my right’s my good ear (ear!)
I could give a damn about a ill subliminal
Stay away from crime so I ain’t no criminal
I love my young nation, groovy sensation
No time for hibernation, only elation
Don’t ever try to test the water, little kid
Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did
I heard you rushed and rushed, and attacked
Then they rebuked and you had to smack
Causing rambunction, throughout the sphere
Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear
You know I did it
So don’t violate or you get violated
The hip-hop sound is well agitated
Won’t ever waste no time on the played-out ego
So here’s Busta Rhymes with the, Scenario
[Busta Rhymes:]
Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind
Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind
Powerful impact boom from the cannon
Not bragging, tryna read my mind just imagine
Vo-cab-u-lary’s necessary
When digging into my library
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!
Eating Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh-a
Uh, uh uh, all over the track man
Uh, pardon me, uh, as I come back
As I did it yo I had to beg your pardon
When I travel through the town I roll with the squadron
Rawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon
Change your little drawers ’cause your pants are sagging
Try to step to this, I will, twist you in a turban
And had you smelling ripe, like some old stale urine
Chickity-choco, the chocolate chicken
The rear cock diesel, butt cheeks they were kicking
Yo, busting out before the Busta bust another rhyme
The rhythm is in sync (uh!) the rhymes are on time (time!)
Rippin’ up the sound just like Horatio
Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!
Yeah, my man motherfucker!
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what’s the scenario
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what’s the scenario
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what’s the scenario
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what’s the scenario
«Excursions» lyrics
A Tribe Called Quest Lyrics
[vocal interludes sampled from «Time is Running Out» by The Last Poets]
[Q-Tip]
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Before I had status and before I had a pager
You could find the Abstract listening to hip hop
My pops used to say, it reminded him of be-bop
I said, well daddy don’t you know that things go in cycles
The way that Bobby Brown is just ampin like Michael
Its all expected, things are for the lookin
If you got the money, Quest is for the bookin
Come on everybody, let’s get with the fly modes
Still got room on the truck, load the back boom
Listen to the rhyme, to get a mental picture
of this black man, through black woman victim
Why do I say that, cuz I gotta speak the truth man
Doing what we feel for the music is the proof and
Planted on the ground, the act is so together
Bonafied strong, you need leverage to sever
The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is
deliberatley cheered LP filled with streeet goods
You can find it on the rack in your record store (store)
If you get the record, then your thoughts are adored
and appreciated, cause we’re ever so glad we made it
We work hard, so we gotta thank God
Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you spastic
If you dis. it gets drastic
Listen to the rhymes, cuz its time to make gravy
If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it baby
All the way to Africa a.k.a. The Motherland (uh)
Stick out the left, then I’ll ask for the other hand
That’s the right hand, Black Man (man)
Only if you was noted as my man (man)
If I get the credit, then I’ll think I deserve it
If you fake moves, don’t fix your mouth to word it
Get in the zone of positivity, not negativity
Cuz we gotta strive for longevity
If you botch up, what’s in that (ass) (what?)
A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on)
We gotta make moves
Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) [4X]
You gotta be a winner all the time
Can’t fall prey to a hip hop crime
With the dope raps and dope tracks for you for blocks
From the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks
Musically the Quest, is on the rise
We on these Excursions so you must realize
that continually, I pop my Zulu
If you don’t like it, get off the Zulu tip
So what could you do in the times which exist
You can’t fake moves on your brother or your sis
But if your sis is a (bitch), brother is a jerk
Leave ’em both alone and continue with your work
Whatever it may be in today’s society
Everything is fair, at least that how it seems to me
You must be honest and true to the next
Don’t be phony and expect one not to flex
Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen
Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend
All it is, is the code of the streets
So listen to the knowledge bein dropped over beats
Beats that are hard, beats that are funky
It could get you hooked like a crackhead junkie
What you gotta do to is know that the Tribe is in the sphere
The Abstract Poet, prominent like Shakespeare
Edgar Allan Poe, it don’t stop (uh!)