A Tribe Called Quest, Large Professor - Keep It Rollin’ lyrics

A yo, swing-swing-swing, to chop-chop-chop
Yo, that's the sound when MC's get mopped
Don't come around town without the
Hip in ya hop
'Cause when the shit hit's the fan
That ass'll get dropped
MC's wanna attack me
But them punks can't cope
I'll have you left without a job
Like Isaac from The Love Boat
So money, watch your mouth
Or I'ma have to bust ya
Battlin' MC's from JFK to Russia
Back down to London, Sweden and Brazil
Do a US tour for three months
And then I chill
Styles be fat like Jackie Gleason
The rest be Art Carney
People love the Dawg like
The kids love Barney
"I love you, you love me"
The shorty Phife Dawg is your favorite MC
So move back yaself, dread
You know the element
The Tribe is good for ya health
Like a can of Nutrament
MC's don't have no wins
MC's don't have no (bitches)
I flip shit crazier than a
Busload full of Jerry's Kids
Your crew don't want it
And your crew don't want it!
But if you feel you can swing it, then money
Please bring it
Large Professor in the house
You know how we do
I skate on your crew like Mario Lemieux
Peace to Ike Love and the rest of the crew
I'll meet you guys in front the cleaners
Bring the blunts and the brew so

Whassup kids? The Ab is
Speakin' from the moon
Thanks for your support, a yo
I'll be home soon
But the only thing I ask when
I return from my task
Is a whole bunch of beats and
A flask full of ass
My fist stands firm because I'm
Black and solid i open up your pores like
A plate full of collards
C'mon, take it easy, wouldya? Easy, easy
I'm up in the gulley
That's when I am her Buddy
She told me pull her hair, I did
It drove her nutty
Filled up the hole like spackle, oh
I mean putty when we over joints like this
We never cruddy
Extra P hooked the beat, and kids
It feels luh-ove-ly check it out
'cause my conception is immaculate
A bachelor, lookin' for a bachelorette
Back to you MC's, this is what you gonna get
A first-degree burn from my
Man Ken's cigarette
I hope you like Marlboro
Paul, you know we thorough like Denver
The beat feels like a never-ender
But all things good must
So I won't sweat it
Drop the seeds for the youthful crew
I hope you get it
As I stand, grip this mic inside my hand
Boy, I'll smack you up like
I was your old gran
So respect yourself, son
And come and gimme love
Once again, the Ab' is who you think of
So chill with the beef, money
We gotta dead it

It's Extra P, and yo, Tip
I'm 'bout to set it
On the country once again, here to win
I'm Uptown chillin'
Takin' in this Grandmaster Vic blend
From the projects, the PJ's
Fuck them two DJs, self mission
I had her in the ill position
Sayin', "Large
You's the soul brother that I'd
Like to eff with
For the rest of my life" yeah, yeah
Now check the method as I
Proceed with what you need like Akinyele
A whip looks complete when
The tires say Pirelli
Funk monkey, one rapper fell off
Now he's a junkie
There's 8 million stories in the city
It's a pity don't fuck with the skins if
She's tryin' to act shitty
Big shout to the Guru, Primo and Zulu Nation
Was on a vacation, in the ghetto
Yo, Ras, slow your roll
I'm 'bout to bag this here schmeydl
Rapper Nas on top, it seems we gonna rock it
Queens represent
Buy the album when I drop it