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8 Million Stories

A Tribe Called Quest

Álbum: 8 Million Stories

Verse One: Phife Dawg Went to Carvel to get a milk shake This honey ripped me off of my loot case The car oh yeah there's money in my jacket Somebody broke into my ride and cold macked it Yo tip I tell you man the devil's trying it But I'm goin to stay strong cause I ain't bying it Tonight I'm taking Sherry out I don't have jack to wear You know I've got to look dipped in the freshest gear Cool I found something so I ironed it I think I caught up on the phone Oh shit I'm trying it Will someone tell me what did I do to deserve this? I think I'll pull out my super ? and serve this My little brother wants Barney, cool I'm getting it Took him down to Kay-Bee, they ain't sellin it Here we go with the crying, yo he's throwing fits My blood pressure blowing up, I can't take this shit Finally got what he wanted now he's good to go Again the robers smashed, were's my radio? One time the car was in the shop I had to borrow see... They had no mercy on the car oh you he'll kill me Where the hell can Nicki be? I'm goin to smack her up I got the tickets for the Knicks and she cold stood me up I need to hit a hunny off yo drill pas me the phone Pulled out my hooker hoes, oh yo Sheela's home Steady smiling like a mother yo I'm wrecked to bone Went down on hun, she's in the red zone Stressed out more than one could ever be Forever trying to clear the sample for my new LP With all these trials and tribulations yo I've been affected And to top it off, Starks got ejected Refrain Verse Two: Phife Dawg Just last week my girl was stressing me Now her best friend be underssing me Well I was lovin her by the moon lit Now I'm tricking on her like Kinte' Bought a bag of izm from the smoke shop Walking towards the car, here come the damn cops Now I'm station bound for the thai sticks I bought it for my man, I don't believe this shit Coach sat me down from the ball team Cause I was breakin niggaz on the inseams Some niggas cross town was trying to stick me All I had was shorts, a dollar fifty Picked up this gir in the hoopty Just because of her rhymes she tried to soup me Pay for this and pay for that loot for nails and hair Who the hell do you think I am, Mr. Belvedere? Go and get a bloddy job then can we look cute Even if you get me boots, you'll neva see my loot She wasn't even all of that just anothe hooker Took the journey that ass way, quick like Chucky Booker Sometimes you got put the hoes in their freakin place Just move from in front me with your botty face! My man Mohammed in the house, huh [come on, come on] Zulu Nation in the house, huh [come on, come on] Sub Rock is in the house, huh [come on, come on] My man Skeff is in the house, huh [come on, come on] Jarobi White is in the house, huh [come on, come on] Bob Power in the house, huh [come on, come on] My man Eric in the house, huh [come on, come on] My man Lytcha in the house, huh [come on, come on] [help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me........MUHAMMAD!!]

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