A Tribe Called Quest - If the Papes Come (Remix) Lyrics
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    If the Papes Come (Remix)

    [Intro: Q-Tip]
    The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away
    But not Hip-Hop yo
    And let it be known that we are on some umm
    Ehh ahh, uhh, a-chicka-uhh
    Ehh ahh, uhh, a-chicka-uhh
    And this ain't on the pop tip yo
    Are y'all kids tucked in?
    (Yeah!)
    Here we go…

    [Verse 1: Q-Tip]
    People in the audience they cry out "ho"
    People with a gun, yo they'll cry out "bo!"
    I don't like a cop, I don't sell a rock
    But still the kanga's clock me after a show
    Standing on the stage dripping, pouring with sweat
    To people in the crowd I give what they get
    Papers make paid, babies make laid
    I don't really worry nor do I fret
    Waiting for the gimme and boy I got some
    Sweet like a peach and tart like a plum
    I thought what I think, I rock a bead link
    Legally I sip when I turn 21
    A letter to the homeboy that freaked the head dome
    The army wants me to drop my microphone
    Gotta be brief, no orders from a chief
    Hot butter on what, say what, the popcorn
    On the tour bus we hit the truck stop
    A dollar for some chips, a quarter for some pop
    We laugh and giggle some, Phife gets the honey buns
    Ali Shaheed Muhammad keeps talking that shop
    The brothers cruise on as we quest for the check
    Calling up Famous to see if it's there yet
    Not a bourgeois, hate the seminar
    Ignorant flip, hey miss you must jet
    Flex for the funkiest, butts start to bounce
    Measure hip-hop for weight, by the ounce
    Bush on the tush, you're pulling while I push
    Play me for the punk then puss, feel the pounce

    [Chorus]
    It's like that y'all (keep on)
    Freak freak y'all (keep on)
    It's like that y'all (keep on)
    Freak freak y'all (keep on)
    It's like that y'all (keep on)
    Freak freak y'all (keep on)
    It's like that y'all (keep on)
    Freak freak y'all (keep on)

    [Verse 2: Q-Tip]
    If the papes come, yo, yo, I won't riff
    I'll just sit down and get me a spliff
    With mines I was born, a child of the corn
    Molecules of the land they uplift
    Levels is straight, in fact they're rectified
    Adrenaline now is crazy multiplied
    Four and four is eight, if fat shit makes the plate
    I make sure the Tribe is in
    With the quickness you bear the witness
    Flexing and pumping with the fitness
    Moving it - uh, doing it - uh
    Those who oppose must hit the s-list
    Doing it, doing it with the whole frame
    Look what's in the mind and not in the brain
    On this you can quote, we on a diffy note
    Quest for the future, 'stead of the fame
    One ninety-one brothers grabbing they thingies
    Forgot the name, oh, equivalent to Jimmy
    Hiddle-iddle-it, you think I have to quit
    Ali Shaheed Muhammad, with the singy-singy
    Slamming with a slammy you front, on the case
    Right or left nut Ali plays the ace
    Do what you do, flam for a crew
    Bonita Applebum blows smoke in Sha's face
    Slang for the kang, you must if you have
    Dribble hops out giggle, yo, proper term is laugh
    Brothers who are snakes, I label them as fakes
    Instincts to travel up the hood path, c'mon

    [Chorus]
    It's like that y'all (keep on)
    Freak freak y'all (keep on)
    It's like that y'all (keep on)
    Freak freak y'all (keep on)
    It's like that y'all (keep on)
    Freak freak y'all (keep on)
    It's like that y'all (keep on)
    Freak freak y'all (keep on)

    [Jimi Hendrix dialogue]
    Thank you
    As you all know, you just can't believe everything you see and hear, can you?
    Now if you will excuse me I must be on my way

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