Вершы: A Tribe Called Quest. People's Instinctive Travels And The Paths Of Rhythm. Pubic Enemy.
Check this out, Cool DJ, Red Alert
With my man, Q-Tip
In the morning, woke up from sexual pleasures
Looked at her sexual partner
Who acquainted her acquaintance
Five hours ago at a disco
She went lower than low into limbo
A thought crossed the mind, her, a bimbo
She answered no, so she had to go on with the program
Credence, it seems that I've forgotten your name
But it seems that she's done the same
And now something has happened
Suddenly, she's been distracted
By something that has been attracted
She poked and poked and smacked at it
Then she broke down and she scratched it
Now, I think you understand
Clinic, saw the doctor flex his biceps
Then he picked up a pair of forceps
Her pretty face showed fright
Right then and there, she fainted
A really grim picture is painted
The brotha who she acquainted
Was the enemy, scary ain't it?
The pubic enemy
Yeah, let me tell you
More about pubic enemy
Ay, Q-Tip
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
Had a lady queen, married since 18
He protested that he was infested
Get lots of love and he couldn't digest it
All propaganda, one big fat lie
'Cuz I see the king with my very own eye
Schemed and schemed like a crack fiend king
And poppin' up on the teammates scene
And poppin' and pimpin' on hunnies with moneys
Whole situation to me was kinda funny
He hold the crown but not the Jimmy hat
Now he wears a frown and the Jimmy hates that
So the fair maiden in the royal bedroom
Caught the king scratchin', so she had to assume
That he got viced by the enemy's trick
The thought of cheatin' made the maiden so sick
That she screamed and screamed
Went on and kept screamin'
Threw a pot and his dome was beamin'
You could hear him yellin' in the motherland
Baby, baby, please, baby, understand
She ignored and walked through the gate
The king is in the kingdom
To await his fate of the enemy
The pubic enemy
Prop master, yeah, please listen to me, what?
Something lurkin' by the Jim Browski
Who? Jenny? No, not populated
A horrible creature that must be penetrated
He gets all into ya, then he tries to do ya
You better run fast, he's gonna pursue the
What? Yo listen here, prop master whiz, no one fears
Oh, the caves know, just thought I'd let ya know
How he lives and how he go
Watch yourself when you're out on the run
The enemy is missed, we'll have too much fun
There's four friends of mine that thought they were bad
And laid up this girl, so now, they're sad
They scratched and scratched like it was Saturday and
Listen here, this is Cool DJ, Red Alert
Known as the true, the only, the very one, the prop master
There's only one thing I gotta tell ya
There's a whole lotta prop masters out there
You know what I mean?
Shaheed a prop master, Q-Tip a prop master
The Jungle Brothers a prop master
BDP a prop master, 45 King a prop master
I won't tell you nuthin' 'bout the ladies
They ain't no prop master but you know
Who's the main prop master, me
With my man, Q-Tip
In the morning, woke up from sexual pleasures
Looked at her sexual partner
Who acquainted her acquaintance
Five hours ago at a disco
She went lower than low into limbo
A thought crossed the mind, her, a bimbo
She answered no, so she had to go on with the program
Credence, it seems that I've forgotten your name
But it seems that she's done the same
And now something has happened
Suddenly, she's been distracted
By something that has been attracted
She poked and poked and smacked at it
Then she broke down and she scratched it
Now, I think you understand
Clinic, saw the doctor flex his biceps
Then he picked up a pair of forceps
Her pretty face showed fright
Right then and there, she fainted
A really grim picture is painted
The brotha who she acquainted
Was the enemy, scary ain't it?
The pubic enemy
Yeah, let me tell you
More about pubic enemy
Ay, Q-Tip
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
Had a lady queen, married since 18
He protested that he was infested
Get lots of love and he couldn't digest it
All propaganda, one big fat lie
'Cuz I see the king with my very own eye
Schemed and schemed like a crack fiend king
And poppin' up on the teammates scene
And poppin' and pimpin' on hunnies with moneys
Whole situation to me was kinda funny
He hold the crown but not the Jimmy hat
Now he wears a frown and the Jimmy hates that
So the fair maiden in the royal bedroom
Caught the king scratchin', so she had to assume
That he got viced by the enemy's trick
The thought of cheatin' made the maiden so sick
That she screamed and screamed
Went on and kept screamin'
Threw a pot and his dome was beamin'
You could hear him yellin' in the motherland
Baby, baby, please, baby, understand
She ignored and walked through the gate
The king is in the kingdom
To await his fate of the enemy
The pubic enemy
Prop master, yeah, please listen to me, what?
Something lurkin' by the Jim Browski
Who? Jenny? No, not populated
A horrible creature that must be penetrated
He gets all into ya, then he tries to do ya
You better run fast, he's gonna pursue the
What? Yo listen here, prop master whiz, no one fears
Oh, the caves know, just thought I'd let ya know
How he lives and how he go
Watch yourself when you're out on the run
The enemy is missed, we'll have too much fun
There's four friends of mine that thought they were bad
And laid up this girl, so now, they're sad
They scratched and scratched like it was Saturday and
Listen here, this is Cool DJ, Red Alert
Known as the true, the only, the very one, the prop master
There's only one thing I gotta tell ya
There's a whole lotta prop masters out there
You know what I mean?
Shaheed a prop master, Q-Tip a prop master
The Jungle Brothers a prop master
BDP a prop master, 45 King a prop master
I won't tell you nuthin' 'bout the ladies
They ain't no prop master but you know
Who's the main prop master, me
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