Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Ali Shahe Jones-Muhammad, Jack Marshall, Dexter Mills, Malik Taylor
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A Tribe Called QuestJam Lyrics:
It was Friday afternoon in the middle of June
Heineken bottle caps and the aroma of boom
Around the time everybody had just got home from class
Shootin' dice, talkin' shit, hopin' the cash would last
Yo, this was around the time when I didn't know no better
Juney moved around in a tinted out Jetta
Then he introduced me to that hydro smoke
Then I took one toke, yo, I almost choked
See I never smoked before and my nerves got shot
Then he told me about the party at the spot jam rock
It was guaranteed on but I said, "Son, chill"
There's a joint around the way that's supposed to be real, word
He said we got no J's, so we gonna do it right
Hit your man's joint first, then jam rock at one night
Then I said, "Aight", then I jumped inside the jetty
Let me take a shower, I'm sweaty, and then I'll be ready
Tonight is the night I get my groove on steady
And get my drink on with that Ford named Betty
I went upstairs to get fly, broke my tie
On some liquor, to meet my high quicker
Now, I'm tight, them know, the party is the M.O.
Me and my crew, we get it started like a demo
Eleven in the evenin', I'm feelin' like a heathen
This thing is goin' down and I highly doubt I'm leavin'
Booty cheeks start to motion and the kids is drinkin' potion
Word is bond, that Black Moon joint got me open
(Don't front)
Yo, the DJ flipped the script
Threw on the good shit that made the kid lose his grip
Blendin risin' to the top and got these shorties hoppin'
Nuthin' but coppin', ain't no stoppin' me now
Yo, I'm bound to win until that thing kicked in
The Alize had me drunk, I don't know where to begin begin begin
Not I'm feelin' kinda jaded, wildly coherent
Me and the fellas started acted very irreverent
Butt grabbin', mad laughin', just assin'
When that chick caught up, the shorty lookin' fed up
They said, "You drug one with this one, you gibbin' with that one"
A yo, I'm just doin' my thing, yo I'm just havin' fun
You don't see me in here wylin' pullin' out no gun
Yo, I see some of that thing girl and I want some
So let's step inside this corner so that we can rap on
Over this bumpin' ass song and some Dom Perignon
I hit ya with the good lovin' plus fillet mignon
Yeah, yeah scrammy scrams, yo, that's that same old song
A yo, tell me why the hell your breath smells so strong
Yo, put some brakes on your yappin' or you won't live long
Please nigga, push it on
Alright scrams, see you later
Scrams
Can't mess with these street sharks or these alligators
I can't take it no more, yo it's damn near four
I've been partyin' and drinkin' since I came out my door
Look at these kids about to mix it, damn, where's the exit?
Son, jetted to the ride and got the burner out the Lexus
Yo, he cocked his joint back like he's about to let him have it
Kid, I kept it movin' like the Energizer rabbit
A yo yo, it's time to skate, ain't no time to contemplate
Whoops, looka there, there's Jake
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