Jam-A Tribe Called Quest

Album by: Beats Rhymes & Life Artist by: A Tribe Called Quest (girls talking on phone) Q-tip: It was friday afternoon in the middle of june Heineken bottle caps and the aroma of boom Around the time everybody had just got home from class Shootin dice, talkin sh*t, hopin the cash would last Yo, this was around the time when I didnt know no better Juney moved around in a tinted out jetta Phife: Then he introduced me to that hydro smoke Then I took one toke, yo, I almost choked See I never smoked before and my nerves got shot Then he told me about the party at the spot jam rock It was guaranteed on but I said son, chill Theres a joint around the way thats supposed to be real Word Q-tip: He said we got no js, so we gonna do it right Hit your mans joint first, then jam rock at one night Then I said aight, then I jumped inside the jetty Let me take a shower, Im sweaty, and then Ill 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, broke my tie On some liquor, to meet my high quicker Now, Im tight, them know, the party is the m.o. Me and my crew, we get it started like a demo Eleven in the evenin, Im feelin like a heathen This thing is goin down and I highly doubt Im leavin Booty cheeks start to motion and the kids is drinkin potion Word is bond, that black moon joint got me open (dont front) Consequence: A yo, the dj put this short groove on The good sh*t that makes a kid lose his drink Blendin risin to the top and got these shorties hoppin Nuthin but coppin, aint no stoppin me now Yo, Im bound to win until that thing kicked in The alazay had me drunk, I dont know where to begin(echoed) Phife: Not Im feelin kinda jaded, wildly coherent Me and the fellas acted very irreverent Butt grabbin, mad laughin and assin Consequence: When that chick caught up, the shorty lookin fed up They say you drug one with this one, gibbin with that one Q-tip: A yo, Im just doin my thing, yo Im just havin fun You dont see me in here wylin pullin out no gun Yo, I see some of that thing girl and I want some So lets step inside this corner so that we can rap on Over this bumpin a** song and some dom perignon Phife; I hit ya with the good lovin plus fillet mignon (yeah, yeah scrammy scrams, yo, thats that same old song) (a yo, tell me why the hell your breath smells so strong) Consequence; Yo, put some brakes on your yappin or you wont live long (please ni**a, push on) Alright scrams, see you later (scrams) Cant mess with these street sharks or these alligators Phife: I cant take it no more, yo its damn near four Ive been partyin and drinkin since I came out my door Q-tip (consequence) Look at these kids about to mix it, damn, wheres the exit? (son, jetted to the ride and got the burner out the lexus) Yo, he cocked his joint back like hes about to let him have it (kid, I kept it movin like the energizer rabbit) A yo yo, its time to skate, aint no time to contemplate (all: whoops, looka there, theres jake)