[Intro: Q-Tip]
Question
What is it that everybody has
And some pirates and thieves try to take?
[Hook: Q-Tip]
(Da booty!) And if you is a crook then you takin' it
(Da booty!) And if you got one then you shakin' it
(Da booty!) C'mon everybody, just heed
That's word to Phife Dawg and my man Shaheed, come on
(Da booty!) And if you is a crook then you takin' it
(Da booty!) And if you got one then you shakin' it
(Da booty!) C'mon everybody, just heed
That's word to Phife Dawg and my man Shaheed
[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
I give my promise to all y'all to keep my shit hittin'
Half of y'all claim dog but meow like kitten
Flippin' on brothers just like Mary Lou Retton
Get off that ass and see what I'm settin'
Born with this inside, you just can't get it
This is the lethal pop and you have no weapon
Who is the native brother who keep asses steppin'
Make deep impressions and constantly be reppin'
[Verse 2: Phife Dawg]
When I was young I'd stretch the gaucho
Now I'm on Letterman, on the couch, yo
The black thing with knives is called the back do'
Can't we be cool instead of being foul though
Ghetto child dreams of fast cars and fast dollars
Impressions of live sometimes makes ya holler
Scream all that devil shit and talk like a scholar
You dumb as a doorknob, and why do you bother
Question
What is it that everybody has
And some pirates and thieves try to take?
[Hook: Q-Tip]
(Da booty!) And if you is a crook then you takin' it
(Da booty!) And if you got one then you shakin' it
(Da booty!) C'mon everybody, just heed
That's word to Phife Dawg and my man Shaheed, come on
(Da booty!) And if you is a crook then you takin' it
(Da booty!) And if you got one then you shakin' it
(Da booty!) C'mon everybody, just heed
That's word to Phife Dawg and my man Shaheed
[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
I give my promise to all y'all to keep my shit hittin'
Half of y'all claim dog but meow like kitten
Flippin' on brothers just like Mary Lou Retton
Get off that ass and see what I'm settin'
Born with this inside, you just can't get it
This is the lethal pop and you have no weapon
Who is the native brother who keep asses steppin'
Make deep impressions and constantly be reppin'
[Verse 2: Phife Dawg]
When I was young I'd stretch the gaucho
Now I'm on Letterman, on the couch, yo
The black thing with knives is called the back do'
Can't we be cool instead of being foul though
Ghetto child dreams of fast cars and fast dollars
Impressions of live sometimes makes ya holler
Scream all that devil shit and talk like a scholar
You dumb as a doorknob, and why do you bother
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