A Tribe Called Quest - Money Maker lyrics
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*all vocals by The Lone Ranger (Q-Tip)* This is the Lone Ranger If you're one of the fortuante to purchase this A Tribe Called Quest, The Love Movement album You are privliged to witness the first in a series of attempts To rectify music from it's rectulness Again, this is the Lone Ranger with his first installment Money Maker Listen Colder in the winter And hotter in the summer Get on up Get on up Live your life right when you be corrupt Volcano about to erupt Get it up, Get it up, Get it up Got the motivating joints that keep your ass jumping Why when a nigga get on, you want something Yo I got the posinious traps for little rats that fiend In come the bedroom dream Kick it at a slow or at a quick tempo A ladies' disposition won't fuck with the mental I'm built for conflicts with chicks with issues I can lick the wounds bring ease with miss yous Bringin' all the pain and makin' things shiver The beat make you bite your nails and shit your liver And we gonna give a encore performance Haters seem doormant while my presence is enormous Tarnations, I went gold Streesed out with Faith but told cats to get a hold Who is the nigga who's mic is stronger Rock for an hour and he might rock longer Kid you're perplexed, seems I better get to gongin' The clean up man, hang you up like on and Don't step in the arena, that's a stern warning I'm the pops, I raise the sun like morning Seems you're still sleeping, hey, stop the yawning Open up the blinds and witness the dawning The new application and I'm the applier And I'm a set it off like fire Yeah yeah, that's where it's at Make it hot and phat and like Puff (I like that) Now I got to urge you on to move ahead Don't dread, 'cause I keep the stock in the shed And if you need a boost, then I got the jump Because we prone to make the party go bump bump bump bump bump bump bump Where you is, if you the baby daddy then uplift the kids Get back and plan, don't be on front flossin' Incognito, you heard the name quite often You dressed in black and been issued a coffin I thrive on this plain, you off to the lost one Like cayon pepper, it gets hot to the better >From each little dash it get the whole smash It's tasty too, so satisfy your whole pallid Fake ID's are revoked, they're invalid Infractin' bodies out on the dance floor Is what I wanna see, not less but much more The lyrics just spewed, he got good reviews The kid made the news, how he left no clues On how he just murderlized the whole damn jam He just got results that's smiles and waved hands The mission could never be accomplished, however Until we bounce to a autumn where hot weather And still we'll be able to rock and rip crowds While other emcees say nuthin' and talk loud While other emcees say nuthin' and talk loud If you with the Tribe, chest out and be proud Shake your money maker Shake your money maker Shake your money maker Shake it, shake it
