歌曲 | Buggin' Out |
歌手 | A Tribe Called Quest |
专辑 | The Anthology |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Davis, Muhammad, Taylor | |
Yo, microphone check one two what is this | |
The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business | |
I float like gravity, never had a cavity | |
Got more rhymes than the winans got family | |
No need to sweat arsenio to gain some type of fame | |
No shame in my game cause i'll always be the same | |
Styles upon styles upon styles is what i have | |
You wanna diss the phifer but you still don't know the half | |
I sport new balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path | |
Messin round with this you catch ?the sizin of em? | |
I never half step cause i'm not a half stepper | |
Drink a lot of soda so they call me dr. pepper | |
Refuse to com-pete with bs competition | |
Your name ain't special ed so won't you seckle with the mission | |
I never walk the streets, think it's all about me | |
Even though deep in my heart, it really could be | |
I just try my best to like go all out | |
Some might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out | |
[q-tip] | |
Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uh! | |
Zulu nation, brothers that's creation | |
Minds get flooded, ejaculation | |
Right on the two inch tape | |
The abstract poet incognito, runsss the cape | |
Not the best not the worst and occasionally i curse to get my | |
Point across, so bust, the floss | |
As i go in betweeen, the grit and the dirt | |
Listen to the mission listen miss as i do work, umm | |
As i crack the, monotone | |
Children of the jazz so, get your own | |
Smokin r&b cause they try to do me | |
Or the best of the pack but they can't do rap | |
For it's abstract, orig-inal | |
You can't get your own and that's, pitiful | |
I know i'd be the man if i cold yanked the plug | |
On r&b, but i can't and that's bugged | |
Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you're buggin out (repeat 8x) | |
[phife dawg] | |
Yo when you bug out, you usually have a reason for the action | |
Sometimes you don't it's just for mere satisfaction | |
People be houndin, always surroundin | |
Pulsin, just like a migraine poundin | |
You don't really fret, you stay in your sense | |
?comafied? your feeling, of absolute tense | |
You soar off to another world, deep in your mind | |
But people seem to take that, as being unkind | |
"oh yo he's acting stank," really on a regal? | |
A man of the fame not a man of the people | |
Believe that if you wanna but i tell you this much | |
Riding on the train with no dough, sucks | |
Once again a case of your feet in my nike's | |
If a crowd is in my realm i'm saying -- mic please | |
Hip-hop is living, can't yank the plug | |
If you do the result, will end up kind of bugged | |
[q-tip] | |
Yo, i am not an invalid although i used to smoke the weed out | |
Ali shaheed muhammad used to say i had to be out | |
Schemin on the cookies with the crazy boomin back buns | |
Pushin on the real ?hardest? so we can have the big fun | |
When i left for rosie i was boulevard status | |
Battling a mc was when tip was at his baddest | |
It was one mc after one mc | |
What the world could they be wanting see from little old me | |
Do i have the formula to save the world? | |
Or was it just because i used to swipe the women and all the girls | |
I'm the type of brother with the crazy extended hand kid | |
Dissed by all my brothers i was all up what my man did | |
Supposed to be my man but now i wonder cause you're feeble | |
I go out with the strongest and i seperate the evils | |
It's your brain against my mind, for those about to boot out | |
All you nasty critters even though you see i bug out | |
Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you're buggin out (repeat 8x) |
zuo ci : Davis, Muhammad, Taylor | |
Yo, microphone check one two what is this | |
The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business | |
I float like gravity, never had a cavity | |
Got more rhymes than the winans got family | |
No need to sweat arsenio to gain some type of fame | |
No shame in my game cause i' ll always be the same | |
Styles upon styles upon styles is what i have | |
You wanna diss the phifer but you still don' t know the half | |
I sport new balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path | |
Messin round with this you catch ? the sizin of em? | |
I never half step cause i' m not a half stepper | |
Drink a lot of soda so they call me dr. pepper | |
Refuse to compete with bs competition | |
Your name ain' t special ed so won' t you seckle with the mission | |
I never walk the streets, think it' s all about me | |
Even though deep in my heart, it really could be | |
I just try my best to like go all out | |
Some might even say yo shorty black you' re buggin' out | |
qtip | |
Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uh! | |
Zulu nation, brothers that' s creation | |
Minds get flooded, ejaculation | |
Right on the two inch tape | |
The abstract poet incognito, runsss the cape | |
Not the best not the worst and occasionally i curse to get my | |
Point across, so bust, the floss | |
As i go in betweeen, the grit and the dirt | |
Listen to the mission listen miss as i do work, umm | |
As i crack the, monotone | |
Children of the jazz so, get your own | |
Smokin r b cause they try to do me | |
Or the best of the pack but they can' t do rap | |
For it' s abstract, original | |
You can' t get your own and that' s, pitiful | |
I know i' d be the man if i cold yanked the plug | |
On r b, but i can' t and that' s bugged | |
Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you' re buggin out repeat 8x | |
phife dawg | |
Yo when you bug out, you usually have a reason for the action | |
Sometimes you don' t it' s just for mere satisfaction | |
People be houndin, always surroundin | |
Pulsin, just like a migraine poundin | |
You don' t really fret, you stay in your sense | |
? comafied? your feeling, of absolute tense | |
You soar off to another world, deep in your mind | |
But people seem to take that, as being unkind | |
" oh yo he' s acting stank," really on a regal? | |
A man of the fame not a man of the people | |
Believe that if you wanna but i tell you this much | |
Riding on the train with no dough, sucks | |
Once again a case of your feet in my nike' s | |
If a crowd is in my realm i' m saying mic please | |
Hiphop is living, can' t yank the plug | |
If you do the result, will end up kind of bugged | |
qtip | |
Yo, i am not an invalid although i used to smoke the weed out | |
Ali shaheed muhammad used to say i had to be out | |
Schemin on the cookies with the crazy boomin back buns | |
Pushin on the real ? hardest? so we can have the big fun | |
When i left for rosie i was boulevard status | |
Battling a mc was when tip was at his baddest | |
It was one mc after one mc | |
What the world could they be wanting see from little old me | |
Do i have the formula to save the world? | |
Or was it just because i used to swipe the women and all the girls | |
I' m the type of brother with the crazy extended hand kid | |
Dissed by all my brothers i was all up what my man did | |
Supposed to be my man but now i wonder cause you' re feeble | |
I go out with the strongest and i seperate the evils | |
It' s your brain against my mind, for those about to boot out | |
All you nasty critters even though you see i bug out | |
Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you' re buggin out repeat 8x |
zuò cí : Davis, Muhammad, Taylor | |
Yo, microphone check one two what is this | |
The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business | |
I float like gravity, never had a cavity | |
Got more rhymes than the winans got family | |
No need to sweat arsenio to gain some type of fame | |
No shame in my game cause i' ll always be the same | |
Styles upon styles upon styles is what i have | |
You wanna diss the phifer but you still don' t know the half | |
I sport new balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path | |
Messin round with this you catch ? the sizin of em? | |
I never half step cause i' m not a half stepper | |
Drink a lot of soda so they call me dr. pepper | |
Refuse to compete with bs competition | |
Your name ain' t special ed so won' t you seckle with the mission | |
I never walk the streets, think it' s all about me | |
Even though deep in my heart, it really could be | |
I just try my best to like go all out | |
Some might even say yo shorty black you' re buggin' out | |
qtip | |
Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uh! | |
Zulu nation, brothers that' s creation | |
Minds get flooded, ejaculation | |
Right on the two inch tape | |
The abstract poet incognito, runsss the cape | |
Not the best not the worst and occasionally i curse to get my | |
Point across, so bust, the floss | |
As i go in betweeen, the grit and the dirt | |
Listen to the mission listen miss as i do work, umm | |
As i crack the, monotone | |
Children of the jazz so, get your own | |
Smokin r b cause they try to do me | |
Or the best of the pack but they can' t do rap | |
For it' s abstract, original | |
You can' t get your own and that' s, pitiful | |
I know i' d be the man if i cold yanked the plug | |
On r b, but i can' t and that' s bugged | |
Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you' re buggin out repeat 8x | |
phife dawg | |
Yo when you bug out, you usually have a reason for the action | |
Sometimes you don' t it' s just for mere satisfaction | |
People be houndin, always surroundin | |
Pulsin, just like a migraine poundin | |
You don' t really fret, you stay in your sense | |
? comafied? your feeling, of absolute tense | |
You soar off to another world, deep in your mind | |
But people seem to take that, as being unkind | |
" oh yo he' s acting stank," really on a regal? | |
A man of the fame not a man of the people | |
Believe that if you wanna but i tell you this much | |
Riding on the train with no dough, sucks | |
Once again a case of your feet in my nike' s | |
If a crowd is in my realm i' m saying mic please | |
Hiphop is living, can' t yank the plug | |
If you do the result, will end up kind of bugged | |
qtip | |
Yo, i am not an invalid although i used to smoke the weed out | |
Ali shaheed muhammad used to say i had to be out | |
Schemin on the cookies with the crazy boomin back buns | |
Pushin on the real ? hardest? so we can have the big fun | |
When i left for rosie i was boulevard status | |
Battling a mc was when tip was at his baddest | |
It was one mc after one mc | |
What the world could they be wanting see from little old me | |
Do i have the formula to save the world? | |
Or was it just because i used to swipe the women and all the girls | |
I' m the type of brother with the crazy extended hand kid | |
Dissed by all my brothers i was all up what my man did | |
Supposed to be my man but now i wonder cause you' re feeble | |
I go out with the strongest and i seperate the evils | |
It' s your brain against my mind, for those about to boot out | |
All you nasty critters even though you see i bug out | |
Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you' re buggin out repeat 8x |