Q-Tip - Wait Up lyrics

(Electronic Beeping noice for about 20 2nds)

We on a brand new page. (";Uh.";) Millennium days,
desperation on the streets have got to find a new way
Keep the mics & choke holds. The saga unfolds
Machavellian approaches executed by the coach
I am in these streets like a ghost
The air-jettin´ artist
To the love, I hit em right plus I hit the hardest, man
I got a whole new approach for the rhymin´
You cherry cats slide, I am holdin out for the Heisman
Uh! You play the rappin´ roll
I take the rap & sold,
and intertwine it wit´ mine & turn a half to whole
I am just a genie in a Jack bottle
Them fake ballin´-ass cats is just a wack model
This joint knocks wit´ the force of a gat throttle
I live by ´You put it out, we get it back´ motto
Hey. But who around but just your average reproduction, love
Rap is gettin´ lose so all the ice is screamin´ ´Thug´
What the hell is wrong? I am askin´ in this song
One time I smoked hash out of the hippies´ bong
One of us is goin´ laid ´cause I aint gettin´ played
I leave you right inside that shitty-ass bed you made
and walk along chuggin´ Baller´s Brains, rockin´ rings
and things & just waitin´ for white rains
I got the drive, dog. I hope the dogs´ ready
My mentality on dime chicks is stay sweaty

Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (";It is the Ummah for all time.";) wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (";The Ummah forevea!";) wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (";GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT...";) wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (";..UP! UP! UP! UP! Yo!"; ) wait up.

You want to shoot dice or want to shoot rounds?
Want to sell rhymes or want to sell pounds?
The decision is yours. I would rather see tours,
get chicks wit´ ghetto shit fallin´ out they drawers
My team stay posted. They stay roasted
Niggas who all in it had a hard knock livin´
Administra, rhyme minista, illa treasura
You didn´t know that your man was a legend, huh?
Embonishment for the both of you
I hit the road & I take my whole f*ckin´ crew
cause I am a Queens cat. (";True.";) To the G´s cat. (";True.";)
Gettin´ money for more than one needs cat. (";Aiiight, come on.";)
Condition never peers & (";Take it home, kid.";) mind stands out
From Seattle to South Beach my joint: grand clout
It is the street commentator, providin´ you wit´ data
on how to live unique & it is really not neat. We´ve got to...

Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (";Yea. Yea, yea, yea.";) wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (";Brand new shit, huh.";) wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (";GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT...";) wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (";..UP! UP! UP! YEAH! HA-HAA...";) wait up.

And all the fellas go, ´Yea, yea, yea.´
And all my ladies go, ´Uh, uh, uh.´
And all the fellas go, ´Yea, yea, yea.´
And all the ladies go, ´Uh, uh, uh.´
Fellas go, ´Where you at?´
Ladies go, ´Yo, come back!´
Fellas go...ladies go...
Fellas go...ladies...yo...

A mellow disposition even when it is pain
Your mental ammunition is faulty wit´ a drain
I puts it down, Lord, F*ck a mic cord
Brother´s out of his game so we can see tours
The innovator - your man still a hater
The Abstract imprint, it stays like a Smint
I got the masses cold, wigglin´ & shakin´ they ass
Ma, you betta get involved & do it real fast

(Beeping starts again but with instrumental backing it)

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