For The Nasty Lyrics - Singles - Q-tip

Let me, let me, let me, let me 

Let me tell you a story, yes 

About a boy from the Tribe Called Quest 

I be that nigga that I think ya'll know 

With Mr. Busta Rhymes, a-yo, I'm in the studio 

Go move 

Show me what ya'll know 

Go move 

Show me what ya'll know 

Go move 

Show me what ya'll know 

Go move 

Show me what ya'll know 

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Close the door, iight, let a nigga rock 

'Cause we 'bout to eat real shit, not shit'slop 

Nigga can't say shit about this hip-hop 

'Cause I build dudes lanes while at pit stop 

Built they styles and they names, Frankenstein, right 

It's a high state game, dudes are playing it 

I be questioning a lot of ya'll who made it in 

Just move with the joint that we chartering 

Make you disappear quick like you're part of wind 

Then laugh, ah ha ha, and laugh again 

Shorty, move a lil bit, I'm looking at your friend 

Let's get in there and shake for the beat, girl 

Do a lil eye wink, throw a tongue twirl 

Gotta hit lock smashed in, tied down 

We on your block, turned hot spots to ghost towns 

A-yo, I'm tired of these niggas, bus-a-bus, now 

Say it to 'em 

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This is just for the nasty 

A-yo, this is just for the sassy 

A-yo, this is just for the classy 

A-yo, this is just for the what, tell 'em now 

Go move 

Show me what ya'll know 

Go move 

Show me what ya'll know 

Go move 

Show me what ya'll know 

Go move 

Show me what ya'll know 

Pardon me, now, gimme room again 

It's time to raise the level of the boom again 

Now who's that? Bus-a-bus-a-bus Rhyme 

See, I ain't do that in a long time 

Spitting shit, make piece, do more crime 

Hot songs, cribs, have a little more shine 

Alright, yeah, sh sh, mm, uh, I pity ya'll 

The way I bang niggas, and how I shit on ya'll 

Spit the slang bigger, make your label quit on ya'll 

And do my thang, bitch, from here to Synagogue 

We getting a lot of money, me and my friend, Kamal 

I take your money too, I ain't afraid of ya'll 

With so much class, my shit will kill ya when I don't wanna rap 

And still I'ma smash and make the bitches make it clap 

As soon as I'm finished with her, homie, I'll give her back 

Say it to 'em 

This is just for the nasty 

A-yo, this is just for the sassy 

A-yo, this is just for the classy 

A-yo, this is just for the what, tell 'em now 

Go move 

Show me what ya'll know 

Go move 

Show me what ya'll know 

Go move 

Show me what ya'll know 

Go move 

Show me what ya'll know 

When the beat bang and you're up in the club 

When you listen and you feel a thud 

When you hear my voice, understand the love 

When the dj spins it back, it's a friendly rub 

But, when I'm behind, I cannot be kind with your waistline 

And the way you move 

Like a old great beat, I'ma catch a groove 

Or like a old hip-hop joint, you nice and smooth, come on, girl 

This is just for the nasty 

A-yo, this is just for the sassy 

A-yo, this is just for the classy 

A-yo, this is just for the what, tell 'em now 

Go move 

Show me what ya'll know 

Go move 

Show me what ya'll know 

Go move 

Show me what ya'll know 

Go move 

Show me what ya'll know