A Tribe Called Quest - His Name is Mutty Ranks lyrics
[A Tribe Called Quest - His Name is Mutty Ranks lyrics]
Live and direct, live and direct!
You know what live and direct mean?
Live and direct, come!
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, how you be
How you be? From New York to ATLiens
You know what I'm sayin'?
Word up, do it like this
Word up word up, do it like that
And you don't stop, and you don't quit
Unless you're in the studio doin' wack shit
Yo, check it
Boom batter, watch your teeth shatter
All that shit you pop in your jams
It won't matter bust your whole grill
Now watch that joint shatter
I'm the Captain of the ship
Fuck a William Shatner!
Emcees be poppin' shit when they
Sweeter than cake batter
Claimin' they style be fat
But guess whose style is fatter?
The ill beat jacker, emcee attacker
Fuckin with the Diggy
It don't get no blacker
Malik Izaak Taylor (Ay) the stress reliever
Brown eyed shorty, chocolate like Godiva
Fuck what you heard
I'll make you a believer me gettin' burnt
That's like a white girl named Shareema
You never see her
Cause she's the black like Sarafina
Set shit off like Latifah
Single like Khadijah
So girls with fat asses and tit's
Nice to meet ya do five plus five equals
Ten? Ask your teacher
For God so loved the world, he said "Phife
Ask your preacher"
Love to toot my own Horne, similar to Lena
Before I take stage, I take sips of Aquafina
Fucked Judy Jetson
Now they call me Jet Screamer
Love my coffee dark so you
Can keep your dairy creamer
Tribe fallin' off
Well you's a goddamn dreamer
(Hah, ya know what I mean?)
(A word up a word up a word up a word up, yo)
Have you ever wondered what
Make a crowd rock?
Tribe Called Quest, we haffa do it non-stop
Listen to the radio, we're never goin' pop
'cause ya nah ready for dis yet, bwoy!
Say ya nah ready, say ya nah ready
Say ya nah ready for dis yet, bwoy!
Say ya nah ready, say ya nah ready
Say ya nah ready for dis yet, bwoy!
And we out like that, bump that
You know what live and direct mean?
Live and direct, come!
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, how you be
How you be? From New York to ATLiens
You know what I'm sayin'?
Word up, do it like this
Word up word up, do it like that
And you don't stop, and you don't quit
Unless you're in the studio doin' wack shit
Yo, check it
Boom batter, watch your teeth shatter
All that shit you pop in your jams
It won't matter bust your whole grill
Now watch that joint shatter
I'm the Captain of the ship
Fuck a William Shatner!
Emcees be poppin' shit when they
Sweeter than cake batter
Claimin' they style be fat
But guess whose style is fatter?
The ill beat jacker, emcee attacker
Fuckin with the Diggy
It don't get no blacker
Malik Izaak Taylor (Ay) the stress reliever
Brown eyed shorty, chocolate like Godiva
Fuck what you heard
I'll make you a believer me gettin' burnt
That's like a white girl named Shareema
You never see her
Cause she's the black like Sarafina
Set shit off like Latifah
Single like Khadijah
So girls with fat asses and tit's
Nice to meet ya do five plus five equals
Ten? Ask your teacher
For God so loved the world, he said "Phife
Ask your preacher"
Love to toot my own Horne, similar to Lena
Before I take stage, I take sips of Aquafina
Fucked Judy Jetson
Now they call me Jet Screamer
Love my coffee dark so you
Can keep your dairy creamer
Tribe fallin' off
Well you's a goddamn dreamer
(Hah, ya know what I mean?)
(A word up a word up a word up a word up, yo)
Have you ever wondered what
Make a crowd rock?
Tribe Called Quest, we haffa do it non-stop
Listen to the radio, we're never goin' pop
'cause ya nah ready for dis yet, bwoy!
Say ya nah ready, say ya nah ready
Say ya nah ready for dis yet, bwoy!
Say ya nah ready, say ya nah ready
Say ya nah ready for dis yet, bwoy!
And we out like that, bump that