Q lyrics
Q lyrics
"All In Lyrics"
I Remember (Death In The Afternoon) Lyrics
Chorus: We turned the dial, we heard the news and laughed, we don't know why We drank the wine and spoke of times we knew of days gone by We flicked through photographs we had, somehow they made us sad Remembering the times we used to have, it made us cry Oh I remember death in the afternoon A silence fell about the room with harsh and heavy calm The lovers and the friends all felt the same, it kept us warm
Q-Tip]
"Yo. Niggas be on the mic, they be all serious...
I'd love to be serious but... effortless shit.
Effortless... effa-efortless. Mmm-hmm.
Turn my music up, Duro. Yo, yo, you my hero.
Make the shit get loud-a. Even more in my headphones loud-a.
Uh. Sweetheart, shake yo' ass cheeks.
Bust it. Mmm-hmmm. Mmm-hmmm."
We gon' knock it down and put this
rock solid Amplified shit up.
Girl, it's like a sit-up.
So you betta send a letta to the betta.
We cut the bank and takin' all the bankin' chedda.
Girls get pretty-ed up,
then they comin' out the club. Rap cats, lock it up.
Worldwide vision where
everybody sees clear.
I could get you ten here.
Uh. Makes no fuss. Keep my shit plush.
Compliment, I get blushed. That's just how a brotha is.
Big Willy kids and we really run our jibs.
Uh. Takin' rhymes to another zone.
Is your mother home? 'Cause we can get the moans,
and stay strickly on a rhythemic notion, and
keep the joint close for the commotion and
keep movin' around. Movie stars.
Buy a little car, buy out the bar.
[Q-Tip (Meda Leacock)]
("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
[Q-Tip]
"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?"
We do it alive, blowin' the spot of this.
Showin' to pr
Chorus: We turned the dial, we heard the news and laughed, we don't know why We drank the wine and spoke of times we knew of days gone by We flicked through photographs we had, somehow they made us sad Remembering the times we used to have, it made us cry Oh I remember death in the afternoon A silence fell about the room with harsh and heavy calm The lovers and the friends all felt the same, it kept us warm
Q-Tip]
"Yo. Niggas be on the mic, they be all serious...
I'd love to be serious but... effortless shit.
Effortless... effa-efortless. Mmm-hmm.
Turn my music up, Duro. Yo, yo, you my hero.
Make the shit get loud-a. Even more in my headphones loud-a.
Uh. Sweetheart, shake yo' ass cheeks.
Bust it. Mmm-hmmm. Mmm-hmmm."
We gon' knock it down and put this
rock solid Amplified shit up.
Girl, it's like a sit-up.
So you betta send a letta to the betta.
We cut the bank and takin' all the bankin' chedda.
Girls get pretty-ed up,
then they comin' out the club. Rap cats, lock it up.
Worldwide vision where
everybody sees clear.
I could get you ten here.
Uh. Makes no fuss. Keep my shit plush.
Compliment, I get blushed. That's just how a brotha is.
Big Willy kids and we really run our jibs.
La Primera Caricia Lyrics
Yo fui el primero que robo a tus labios La primera caricia enamorada Y de tus ojos la primer mirada Y de tu pecho un suspiro virginal Se que a otro hombre tu amor le hace entregado Y le amas con el mas puro cari?o ?male pues en su vida y en su nombre Queella no queda nada, nada entre tu y yo Ay te mando tus machitos nardos Tu retrato y las caricias que me diste Pero las cartas que en un tiempo me escribis
Ladies, breathe easy. Let your man please thee. Yo fui el primero que robo a tus labios La primera caricia enamorada Y de tus ojos la primer mirada Y de tu pecho un suspiro virginal Se que a otro hombre tu amor le hace entregado Y le amas con el mas puro cari?o ?male pues en su vida y en su nombre Queella no queda nada, nada entre tu y yo Ay te mando tus machitos nardos Tu retrato y las caricias que me diste Pero las cartas que en un tiempo me escribis
Uh. Takin' rhymes to another zone.
Is your mother home? 'Cause we can get the moans,
and stay strickly on a rhythemic notion, and
keep the joint close for the commotion and
keep movin' around. Movie stars.
Buy a little car, buy out the bar.
[Q-Tip (Meda Leacock)]
("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
[Q-Tip]
"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?"
We do it alive, blowin' the spot of this.
Showin' to pr
While Shepherds Watch Their Flocks Lyrics
==================================== While Shepherds Watch Their Flocks ==================================== While Shepherds watch their flocks by night All seated on the ground The angel of the Lord came down And glory shone arond "Fear not," said he for mighty dread had seized their troubled mind "Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all man-kind" "To you in David's town this dayove what rap is. ("What is it?")
Marauder, pass the blue moon.
Hit 'chu wit' the ill tune.
Ass cheeks move wit' the help of my jacket bloom.
Insert the veteran
who consecutively come wit' shit yet again.
On the dance floor, chicks get horny.
Hopin' that they all move on me.
Word, for REAL for real.
Do it hard for the love of the game.
Pull your card and I'm askin' yo' name, bitch.
Jay-Dee be champion.
Tip be stylin' and definin' yo' chick, best compan-ion.
I'd advise you to fix your self, for real,
and do your shit wit' more zeal. ("More zeal.")
We in the mix and it's thickenin',
my rhyme and it's tickin' in.
The hatin' and the shit is so sickenin'.
Picasso, original. ("'Riginal.")
You forg-azy and the shit amaze me.
Sharpen your contrast and put a little color in it.
High Define your screen a
[Q-Tip (Meda Leacock)]
("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be. ("Need to be.
==================================== While Shepherds Watch Their Flocks ==================================== While Shepherds watch their flocks by night All seated on the ground The angel of the Lord came down And glory shone arond "Fear not," said he for mighty dread had seized their troubled mind "Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all man-kind" "To you in David's town this day
Marauder, pass the blue moon.
Hit 'chu wit' the ill tune.
Ass cheeks move wit' the help of my jacket bloom.
Insert the veteran
who consecutively come wit' shit yet again.
On the dance floor, chicks get horny.
Hopin' that they all move on me.
Word, for REAL for real.
Do it hard for the love of the game.
Pull your card and I'm askin' yo' name, bitch.
Jay-Dee be champion.
Tip be stylin' and definin' yo' chick, best compan-ion.
I'd advise you to fix your self, for real,
and do your shit wit' more zeal. ("More zeal.")
We in the mix and it's thickenin',
my rhyme and it's tickin' in.
The hatin' and the shit is so sickenin'.
Picasso, original. ("'Riginal.")
You forg-azy and the shit amaze me.
Sharpen your contrast and put a little color in it.
High Define your screen a
2HB Lyrics
Oh I was moved by your screen dream Celluloid pictures of living Your death could not kill my love for you Take two people romantic Smoky nightclub situation Your cigarette trades a ladder Here’s looking at you kid Celebrate years Here’s looking at you kid Wipe away tears Long time since we’re together Now I hope it’s forever Ideal love flies away now White jacket black tie win
nd put this brotha in it. Oh I was moved by your screen dream Celluloid pictures of living Your death could not kill my love for you Take two people romantic Smoky nightclub situation Your cigarette trades a ladder Here’s looking at you kid Celebrate years Here’s looking at you kid Wipe away tears Long time since we’re together Now I hope it’s forever Ideal love flies away now White jacket black tie win
[Q-Tip (Meda Leacock)]
("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit' me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin' it
everyday. This is how I need to be. ("Need to be.