<div>(girls talking on phone)<br /><br />Q-tip:<br />It was friday afternoon in the middle of june<br />Heineken bottle caps and the aroma of boom<br />Around the time everybody had just got home from class<br />Shootin dice, talkin shit, hopin the cash would last<br />Yo, this was around the time when I didn’t know no better<br />Juney moved around in a tinted out jetta<br /><br />Phife:<br />Then he introduced me to that hydro smoke<br />Then I took one toke, yo, I almost choked<br />See I never smoked before and my nerves got shot<br />Then he told me about the party at the spot jam rock<br />It was guaranteed on but I said son, chill<br />There’s a joint around the way that’s supposed to be real<br />Word<br /><br />Q-tip:<br />He said we got no js, so we gonna do it right<br />Hit your man’s joint first, then jam rock at one night<br />Then I said aight, then I jumped inside the jetty<br />Let me take a shower, I’m sweaty, and then I’ll be ready<br />Tonight is the night I get my groove on steady<br />And get my drink on with that ford named betty<br />I went upstairs to get fly, broke my tie<br />On some liquor, to meet my high quicker<br />Now, I’m tight, them know, the party is the m.o.<br />Me and my crew, we get it started like a demo<br />Eleven in the evenin, I’m feelin like a heathen<br />This thing is goin down and I highly doubt I’m leavin<br />Booty cheeks start to motion and the kids is drinkin potion<br />Word is bond, that black moon joint got me open<br />(don’t front)<br /><br />Consequence:<br />A yo, the dj put this short groove on<br />The good shit that makes a kid lose his drink<br />Blendin risin to the top and got these shorties hoppin<br />Nuthin but coppin, ain’t no stoppin me now<br />Yo, I’m bound to win until that thing kicked in<br />The alazay had me drunk, I don’t know where to begin(echoed)<br /><br />Phife:<br />Not I’m feelin kinda jaded, wildly coherent<br />Me and the fellas acted very irreverent<br />Butt grabbin, mad laughin and assin<br /><br />Consequence:<br />When that chick caught up, the shorty lookin fed up<br />They say you drug one with this one, gibbin with that one<br /><br />Q-tip:<br />A yo, I’m just doin my thing, yo I’m just havin fun<br />You don’t see me in here wylin pullin out no gun<br />Yo, I see some of that thing girl and I want some<br />So let’s step inside this corner so that we can rap on<br />Over this bumpin ass song and some dom perignon<br /><br />Phife;<br />I hit ya with the good lovin plus fillet mignon<br />(yeah, yeah scrammy scrams, yo, that’s that same old song)<br />(a yo, tell me why the hell your breath smells so strong)<br /><br />Consequence;<br />Yo, put some brakes on your yappin or you won’t live long<br />(please nigga, push on)<br />Alright scrams, see you later (scrams)<br />Can’t mess with these street sharks or these alligators<br /><br />Phife:<br />I can’t take it no more, yo it’s damn near four<br />I’ve been partyin and drinkin since I came out my door<br /><br />Q-tip (consequence)<br />Look at these kids about to mix it, damn, where’s the exit? <br />(son, jetted to the ride and got the burner out the lexus)<br />Yo, he cocked his joint back like he’s about to let him have it<br />(kid, I kept it movin like the energizer rabbit)<br />A yo yo, it’s time to skate, ain’t no time to contemplate<br />(all: whoops, looka there, there’s jake)<br />
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