Текст песни A Tribe Called Quest w Tammy Lucas - 1nce Again
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Intro:You on point Phife? 1nce Again TipYou on point Phife? 1nce Again TipYou on point Phife? 1nce Again TipWord Watch me bust they shitOKChorus:[Tammy Lucas]Ohhhh, you did it to me 1nce Again my friendI swear you do it to me everytimeCause you stay crazy on my mindYo you got it goin on (say word), on and on and onOn and on and onVerse One: Phife Dawg, Q-TipThis is the year that I come in and just devestateMy style is great ask your peoples can I dominate?My rhymes are harder than last night`s erectionDon`t play me close, I`ll have this mic up in your rear sectionMy shit is lovely simply meaning that my joint is tightAmping up the mic making sure production`s tightSometimes I might catch a severe case of writer`s blockBut by the end of the day you`ll be on my jockMy name`s Malik my hobby`s putting MC`s to the testAnd if you front I`ll put my foot up in your friggin chestFreestyle fanatic, and never will it ever stopYou crew is loose, you might just want to call the copsAiyyo I gotta put some action on paperMake sure my verse jump up and spread out like the raperThe only tip I got for a waiterIs watch the doorknob hit me where the dirty dog shoulda bit meThat was my train of thought, but for so long I foughtNow I`m at a level supreme to the devilSo turn up the bass and lay low on the trebleWe be the real MC`s and you dead, bring a shovelRevitalize, the vital Tribe nigga, WHAT?The ladies sweat the style like the squirrel sweat the nutsYou know a fellas good for the moolaDon`t smoke no woolas, read the name call me Slick Tip the RulerChorusVerse Two: Q-Tip, PhifeYo I`ve been treading on this globe man for twenty-five jointsSometimes Shaitan got me by the pressure pointsBut I can break a fella down like sexYou eat Wheat Chex but still light in the ass and can`t flexIf one nigga front I`ma make more payCause toniiiiight, we gettin off like O.J.And yo I got a Dawg that bites, fuck the barkingYo I got a crew with the beats and the smarts andI fought my shit up on Linden in the one-nine-twoForever writing never biting ain`t shit else to doHoping to battle, but most MC`s ain`t ready yetBut if they huddle, and word, then this is good as setYou have MC`s dropping bombs that`s incredibleSome of the brothers, their styles are just despicableAs for me see I just do how I love to doTry to deny me of my props then I`ll be seeing youMost of you suckers wanna be down for the tag alongThe friggin fame, someone tell em that this shit ain`t gamesYou gots to do this from your heart meaning your inner soulAnd if it`s real only then will you be on a rollI try to stay on top my game there ain`t no time to loseFour albums deep as a Quester but still we payin duesSo hear me out one time, you gots ta be yourselfCuz if you ain`t yourself you end up by your friggin selfI`m coming rugged with the Linden Boule type of slangAnd yo we`ll see who can hang yoYou on point Tip? Yo 1nce Again PhifeYou on point Tip? Yo 1nce Again PhifeYou on point Tip? Yo 1nce again Phife Aiyyo that kid is hard!Chorus