Jam A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Consequence)

[Intro: Girl #1 & (Girl #2)]
Hello?
(Hello, Theresa?)
Yeah, it's me
(Yo, what up kid?)
What's up?
(Yo, we going to this joint tonight?)
Word
(Word up, what you wearing?)
I don't know, I'll probably throw on my black leggings and my Tommy Hilfiger tee shirt, 'cause it's hot outside
(Word up, I'm feelin' my sun, to get jiggity with the fellas )
Word up
(Can you dig?)
Yeah, no doubt. I gotta look right for the nigga
(Ha, ya know what I'm sayin'? A'ight yo, that shit gon' be ill)
A'ight

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
It was Friday afternoon in the middle of June
Heineken bottle caps and the aroma of boom
Around the time everybody 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 rolled around in a tinted-out Jetta

[Verse 2: Phife Dawg]
Then he introduced me to that hydro smoke
And I took one toke, yo, I almost choked
See, I never smoked before, so my nerves got shot
Then he told me about the party at the spot Jamroc
It was guaranteed on, but I said "Son, chill"
There's a joint around the way that's supposed to be real, word