Consequence, A Tribe Called Quest - Jam lyrics

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
I should go) yeah
(A'ight)

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

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

He said we got all day
So we gonna do it right
Hit your man's joint first and
Jamrock in one night then I said "Aight"
Then I hopped inside the Jetty
Let me take a shower, I'm sweaty
And then I'll be ready
Tonight is the night I get
My groove on steady and get my drink on with
That Ford named Betty
I went upstairs to get fly, smoke my Thai
Drunk some liquor, to meet my high quicker
Now, I'm type stimo, the party is the MO
Me and my crew, we get it started like a demo
Eleven in the evenin'
I'm feelin' like a heathen
This thing is goin' down and
I highly doubt I'm leavin'
Booty cheeks are in motion and
The kids was drinkin' potion word is bond
That Black Moon joint got me open
(Don't front)

Yo, the DJ flipped the script
Threw on the good shit that made
The kid lose his grip
Blendin' Risin' to the Top and
Got these shorties hoppin'
Number coppin', ain't no stoppin' me now
Yo, I'm bound to win until
That thing kicked in the Alizé had me stuck
I don't know where to begin

Now I'm feelin' kinda jaded
Wild incoherent
Me and the fellas started actin' irreverent
Butt grabbin', mad laughin', just assin'
Then that chick caught up
The shorty lookin' fed up
They said you jonesin' with this one
You gibbin' with that one
A yo, I'm just doin' my thing, yo
I'm just havin' fun
You don't see me in here wildin'
Pullin' out no gun
Yo, I see some of that thing, girl
And I want some
So let's step inside this corner so
That we can rap on
Over this bumpin' ass song
Plus some Dom Perignon
I hit ya with the good lovin'
Plus fillet mignon
Yeah, yeah, scrammy scrams
That's that same old song
Aiyo, tell me why the hell
Your breath smells so strong?
Yo, put some brakes on your yappin'
Or you won't live long
Please, nigga, push on
Alright, scrams, see you later (Scrams?)
Can't mess with these street
Sharks or these alligators
I can't take it no more, yo
It's damn near four
I've been partyin' and drinkin' since
I came out my door
Look at these kids about to mix it, damn
Where's the exit?
Son jetted to the ride and got
The burner out the Lexus
Yo, he cocked his joint back like he's
About to let 'em have it
Kid, I kept it movin'
Like the Energizer rabbit
Yo, yo, a yo, yo, it's time to skate
Ain't no time to contemplate
(all: Whoops, looka there, there's Jake)

Alright, you guys wanna move the
Cars? C'mon let's go

Yo c'mon Al that shit was fucked up
Man yo that nigga fuckin' pulled
Outta the borough like that? Yo let's
Get the fuck up outta here

Aye yo, why them niggas always
Assin' out man? Yo
Them niggas always assin' out they
Can't even have a good
One on a hot summer night
Man it's alright man
Word up this hot weather is
Makin' niggas act stupid!
Niggas be actin' stupid in
This hot weather baby

Yo, it's 3 o'clock in the morning

Hey Mal man
I'm tired of these funny style niggas man

It's hotter than a witch's crotch son

What's up son?

Get in the car kidwhat the
Fuck is you doin' man?

C'mon man, get in man! It's hot as hell
I need some AC man!

Muhammad, I can't close the
Door you fat boy!

'Cause of yo fat ass

Yo it's Muhammad

It ain't no Muhammad man

Yo will y'all shut the fuck up man
Y'all in my motherfuckin' car man

C'mon man yo why you kid-
Why you talkin' to
Me like that man? Whoo hoo hoo! Baby

I'm sayin' man hol' up can
I say something please, man?

What's up man, what up?
What? what you gotta say?

Yo every fuckin' time man we go out man
We always get towed the fuck down these
Broads be fuckin' shammin' like it fuckin'

Yo Mal, you hot man?

Fakin' ass

And I'm tired of it man i'm 22 years
Old and I get crazy high every
Time I go to a party man and
The stupid shit be jumpin' off man

I ain't gonna front i agree man word up

I can't have this no more i've
Gotta find something new man