A Tribe Called Quest - After Hours lyrics
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Chorus (After Hours it was cool x8) Q-Tip: Ten after one I think I'll hop the horse Downtown late of three of course Just came from fishing couldn't get a catch Downtown they'll probably have a batch A whitened sandwich and again it stopped But with the bail though I had a bout So I exchanged it for some apple juice I had the blues but I shook them loose A jeep is blasting from the urban streets Loots of funk over hardcore beats The moon dabbles in the morning sky As the minutes just creep on by I get a thought and hear comes my Tribe Ritual shakes and in good vibes Like always the Quest begins In the mist though but the rhyth's move in We find a spot and we sit and chat Speaking on the status quo of rap A derelick makes a real long speach We pay attention to the words he read When he was done we rattled on There was no lunch because it wasn't dawn We pointed things out about this times The worlds famons and the crazy crimes Inflation of the nation, it bothers me I better go gold, to pay the taxes Gotta be swift society The man whose made is the man who maxes The grounds for living are being discussed As we go it gets close to dusk Gather thoughts and savor breath Cause there's only a few hours left Chorus: After Hours it was cool (x8) Q-Tip: Me ohh my, hey-hey, hey-hey The human hours are here to stay This is how it seems(?) my witness Bug out all night, ask Phife, he's with this Girls be screaming on this conversation I have my two cents for a revelation And my watch continuously tic-tocs Shaheed will bring up the beats that rocks I hear the frogs and the smashing of bottles A car revs up and I hear it trottle It probably moves with the morning wind Ohh my God, here's Phife again (?) talking about last nights game Trying to remember someone's name So hear the frogs dancing in the streets Once again Ali will bring up the beat Like this (Sounds of frogs) Q-Tip: The beat is over and so is the night The sun is risen and the shine is bright We all say peace and go our separate ways Youth is fading as we gain our days Expedition for the song is simp' The hours creep, excuse me, I mean limp As we go you hear a gasp of laugh As we start up our rhythmic path Like this Chorus
