Текст (слова) песни: A Tribe Called Quest - Keep It Rollin

Verse one: phife dawg

Aiyyo swing swing swing, to chop chop chop

Yo thats the sound when mcs get mopped

Dont come around town without the hip in your hop

Cause when the shit hits the fan, that assll get dropped

Mcs wanna attack me but them punks cant cope

Ill have you left without a job, like isley from the love boat

So money watch your mouth, or I might have to bust ya

Battlin mcs, from jfk to russia

Back down to london, sweden and brazil

Do a u.s. tour for three months and then a chill

Styles be fat like jackie gleason, the rest be art carney

People love the dawg like the kids love barney

"i love you, you love me"

The shorty phife dawg is your favorite mc

So move back yaself dread, you know the element

The tribe is good for your health like a can of nutriment

Mcs dont have no winds, mcs dont have no winds

I flips you crazier than a busload of jerrys kids

Your crew dont want it, man your crew dont want it

But if you feel you can swing it, then money please bring it

(sup) large professor in the house (sup)

(sup) you know how we do (sup)

(sup) I stay on your crew (sup)

(whassup) like mario lemieux (whassup)

(whassup? ) peace to ike love

(sup? hah hah) and the rest of the crew (whassup? )

(whassup? ) I meet you guys in front the cleaners

Bring the blunts and the brew so

Verse two: q-tip

Whassup kids? the ab is speaking from the moon

Thanks for your support, aiyyo Ill be home soon

But the only thing I ask when I return from my task

Is a whole bunch of beats and a blass full of ass

My fist stands firm because im, black and solid

I open up your pores like a plate full of collards

Cmon take it easy wouldya, easy easy

Im up in the gulley, thats when I am her buddy

She told me pull her hair, I did, it drove her nutty

Filled up the hole like spackle or I mean putty

When we over joints like this we never cruddy

Extra p hooked the beat, and kids it feels luh-huh-ovely

Check it out, cause my conception is immaculate

A bachelor, lookin for a bachlelorette

Back to you mcs, this is what your gonna get

A first degree burn from my man kens cigarette

I hope you like malboro, paul you know we thorough like denver

The beat feels like a never-ender

But all things good must, so I wont sweat it

Drop the cs for the youthful crew, I hope you get it

As I stand, grip this mic inside my hand

Boy I smack you up, like I was your old grand

So respect yourself son, and come and gimme love

Once again the ab is who you think of

So chill with the beef money, we got a jetti

Verse three: extra p (large professor)

Its extra p and yo tip Im bout to set it

On the country once again here to win

Im uptown chillin, takin in this grand master vic blend

From the projects, the pjs, fuck them two djs

Self mission, I had her in the ill position

Saying "large youse the soul brother that Id like to

Eff with for the rest of my life" yeah yeah now check the method

As i, proceed with what you need like akinyele

A whip looks complete when the tires say firelli

Funk monkey, one rapper fell off, now hes a junkie

Theres 8 million stories in the city its a pity

Dont fuck with the skins if shes trying to act shitty

Shout to the guru, primo and zulu zulu

Nation, was on a vacation, in the ghetto

Yo ras slow your roll Im bout to bag this heres metal

Rapper nas on topic, seems we gonna rock it

Queens represent, buy the album when I drop it (drop it)

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