Q-Tip - Wait Up Lyrics

Writer(s) : FAREED, KAMAAL IBN JOHN / YANCEY, JAMES DEWITT
Artist: Q-Tip Lyrics
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Album: Track 1 on Amplified
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We on a brand new page (Uh)
Millennium days
Desperation on the streets gotta find a new way
Keep the mics and choke holds
The saga unfolds
Machavellian approaches executed by the coach
I'm in these streets like a ghost
The air-jettin' artist
To the love, I hit 'em right plus I hit the hardest, man
I got a whole new approach for the rhymin'
You cherry cats slide, I'm holdin' out for the Heisman
You play the rappin' roll
I take the rap and sold
And intertwine it wit' mine and turn a half to whole
I'm just a genie in a jack bottle
Them fake ballin' *** cats is just a wack model
This joint knocks wit' the force of a gat throttle
I live by 'you put it out, we get it back' motto
Hey, but who around but just your average reproduction, love
Rap is gettin' lose so all the ice is screamin' thug
What the hell is wrong
I'm askin' in this song
One time I smoked hash out of the hippies' bong
One of us is goin' laid 'cause I ain't gettin' played
I leave you right inside that shitty-*** bed you made
And walk along chuggin' baller's brains, rockin' rings
And things and just waitin' for white rains
I got the drive, dog
I hope the dogs' ready
My mentality on dime chicks is stay sweaty

[Chorus]
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (It's the ummah for all time) wait up
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (The ummah forever) wait up
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (Get your wait) wait up
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (Up, up, up, up, yo) wait up

You wanna shoot dice or wanna shoot rounds
Wanna sell rhymes or wanna sell pounds
The decision is yours. I'd rather see tours
Get chicks wit' ghetto **** fallin' out they drawers
My team stay posted. they stay roasted
*****s who all in it had a hard knock livin'
Administra, rhyme minista, illa treasura
You didn't know that your man was a legend, huh
Embonishment for the both of you
I hit the road and I take my whole ****in' crew
Cause I'm a queens cat (True) to the g's cat (True)
Gettin' money for more than one needs cat (Aight, c'mon)
Condition never peers and (Take it home, kid) mind stands out
From Seattle to South Beach my joint, Grand Clout
It's the street commentator, providin' you wit' data
On how to live unique and it's really not neat, we gotta

[Chorus]

And all the fellas go, yeah, yeah, yeah
And all my ladies go, uh, uh, uh
And all the fellas go, yeah, yeah, yeah
And all the ladies go, uh, uh, uh
Fellas go, where you at
Ladies go, yo, come back
Fellas go, ladies go
Fellas go, ladies, yo

A mellow disposition even when it's pain
Your mental ammunition is faulty wit' a drain
I puts it down, lord, **** a mic cord
Brother's out of his game so we can see tours
The innovator, your man still a hater
The abstract imprint, it stays like a smint
I got the masses cold, wigglin' and shakin' they ***
Ma, you betta get involved and do it real fast


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