gettin? grown And they're lookin? at your little boys success And I been thinkin?, I?m dealin? with too much stress So I stay up on my P?s and Q?s And
I'm gettin' grown And their lookin' at your little boys success And I been thinkin', I'm dealin' with too much stress So I stay up on my p's and q's
, how dare you entertain the thought That you could come out to challenge me in blood talk? Take a walk jerk, this ain't Levert, Sweat and Johnny Gill This is rap for real, somethin' you feel
a photographer Dressed like I'm going to a photo shoot, partner Bitch, I'm a model, millionaire posture Jewelry cost me over one million dollars Bitch, I'm a model, G Q
know de real Sean Paul When de traits so great 'Cause she feelin' top up and tall wat de ting say Break it off boy this has got me feelin' naughty (
all stems from. I'm a do my thing over this drum like a native tongue. Verse one Q-Tip: Do what you will, if you feel that your steeze is real
my mind is amused of they head noddin' I so got 'em, as hypnosis of hip-hop 'cause, when I talk they don't just watch I make 'em feel it, the feelin'
potatoes Heads bust, niggas go running to the people The swagger boy yet they thugging like it's legal Wake up call every morning call my manager up T.Q
Slowly as Sir Luscious step up like a Q-Dawg A-town's up, deuces down it's the new call And you can dial 1-888-cut-something I'm your kinky operator when
mind Baby I'll show you the way that I feel about you The things that you do to me I'm longing for the way you touch Q.B, Rockafella, yo yo yo You wanna
as played as Bennigan?s Hot for a minute now you just don?t remember him I?ve been a master since P was no limitin? Stick to sayin?, no gimmickin?, no mimickin? Q
always smoke with me (Don't stop ever lovin' me) Uh, uh, uh Uh, if you feel it, probably didn't like it If you feel it, probably didn't like it If you feel
that many man comin' up with funny little skanks an' ting, but, When i'm on a skankin' ting, No lie im on a blankin' ting.. and if you feel my shit i
quick Rip crickets in a wicket, I'm plain wicked Thick in the rig wearing kid lipstick I wreck shit on the next shit Spit it in ya ear, bit like a Q-
could've been us. We did an album with no problem. No we working on another with another jungle brother. [me] q-tip, his name, he's into business, not into games So q
hand a buck to my several bitches Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest It's the rap Mae West to Q-B And I got all my sisters with me Chorus: Oh
to serenade you from another part, of town Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B When
Get out my house, you ain't no real representative I make it happen, you ain't official, you tentative Niggas is sensitive, see how they catching feelings