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A Tribe Called Quest - Текст песни Wild Hot
Q-tip:i got the busta bust
 Yo, we make the shit wild hot
 Busta:we got kamaal
 Complete, we make the shit wild hot
 Q-tip:i got the busta bust
 Yo, we make the shit wild hot
 Both:all yall rude boys lick a shot (gun shot)
 Q-tip:i be the all-i-seein
 The mcin
 Human bein
 Soon to be in your museum
 When Im in your colisseum
 Im mcin
 Punishin wack niggas for disagreein
 Did you see him? 
 No, cause he move like the wind, in flight
 Counter-attack like a jedi knight
 If youre goin to think about combatin
 General latin
 Of this mc shit you did, killa
 You just a private in the lower class
 I be the upper at your lawn
 Don juan, when the mics on
 Chief abstract, ace quasimoto
 Fuckin with me, youll be finished like photo
 Im sure to bust your shit like bolo
 Black nation needs a team, fuck solo
 I can see ya in your eyes the webness
 When your ass starts to cry its redness
 You can witness the style that I kick from the linguistics
 But please come, so save it
 Dealin with the try, but you never can
 My nigga busta rhymes about to get his man
 Ay yo, we do it like this and then we do it like thatA Tribe Called Quest - Wild Hot - http://ru.motolyrics.com/a-tribe-called-quest/wild-hot-lyrics.html
 Its the abstract with the new format
 We do it like this and then we do it like that
 Its the busta bust with the new format
 Busta:figaro, figaro, figaro
 Bust yo shit, scar yo windpipes and make me break yo elbow
 Put my foot in your ass slow
 Feel the force like a race horse or like a heard of buffalo
 Teel me why you be actin soft
 Freak the spanish flow
 Like julio ? lepingpacndahoe? 
 Freeze like chilly willy the eskimo
 Vigilante like steven segal
 Now bust the desperado
 You fuckin with the all time pros
 While the zoom lens ammorate niggas from transistor radios
 Mission impossible without expose
 Once I diagnose those who be creepin blow em off they tippy toes
 Sorry, fake nigga thats how it goes
 Sport the suede-front bullet proof vests in case
 You complicate my dough
 Handle situations pronto
 While appearances got you all hearin this when I be doin cameos
 Shit be wild hot like tabasco
 Fuck the fool-ass nigga trespass and caught him in my last zone
 Stick a nigga bad like the last hole
 Runnin up on muthafuckas late night jumpin out the astro
 No, no,no,no,no
 If you violate I start to dictate just like fidel castro
 Make you dreadlock yo afro
 And when Im done I ride of with theme music by my man dangelo
 We make the shit wild hot
Chorus (x3)










