Wait Up lyrics

Artist  : Q 
Song : Wait Up



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														   Electronic Beeping noice for
about 20 seconds) 

  

 We on a brand new page. ("Uh.") Millennium days,


 desperation on the streets gotta find a new way


 Keep the mics and choke holds. The saga unfolds


 Machavellian approaches executed by the coach


 I'm in these streets like a ghost 

 The air-jettin' artist 

 To the love, I hit 'em right plus I hit the
hardest, man 

 I got a whole new approach for the rhymin' 

 You cherry cats slide, I'm holdin out for the
Heisman 

 Uh! You play the rappin' roll 

 I take the rap and sold, 

 and intertwine it wit' mine and turn a half to
whole 

 I'm just a genie in a Jack bottle 

 Them fake ballin'-ass cats is just a wack model


 This joint knocks wit' the force of a gat
throttle 

 I live by 'You put it out, we get it back' motto


 Hey. But who around but just your average
reproduction, love 

 Rap is gettin' lose so all the ice is screamin'
'Thug' 

 What the hell is wrong? I'm askin' in this song


 One time I smoked hash out of the hippies' bong


 One of us is goin' laid 'cause I ain't gettin'
played 

 I leave you right inside that shitty-ass bed you
made 

 and walk along chuggin' Baller's Brains, rockin'
rings 

 and things and just waitin' for white rains 

 I got the drive, dog. I hope the dogs' ready 

 My mentality on dime chicks is stay sweaty 

  

 Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. 

 Get your ("It's the Ummah for all time.") wait
up. 

 Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. 

 Get your ("The Ummah forevea!") wait up. 

 Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. 

 Get your ("GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT...") wait
up. 

 Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. 

 Get your ("..UP! UP! UP! UP! Yo!"       ) wait
up. 

  

 You wanna shoot dice or wanna shoot rounds? 

 Wanna sell rhymes or wanna sell pounds? 

 The decision is yours. I'd rather see tours, 

 get chicks wit' ghetto shit fallin' out they
drawers 

 My team stay posted. They stay roasted 

 Niggas who all in it had a hard knock livin' 

 Administra, rhyme minista, illa treasura 

 You didn't know that your man was a legend, huh?


 Embonishment for the both of you 

 I hit the road and I take my whole fuckin' crew


 cause I'm a Queens cat. ("True.") To the G's
cat. ("True.") 

 Gettin' money for more than one needs cat.
("Aiiight, c'mon.") 

 Condition never peers and ("Take it home, kid.")
mind stands out 

 From Seattle to South Beach my joint: grand
clout 

 It's the street commentator, providin' you wit'
data 

 on how to live unique and it's really not neat.
We gotta... 

  

 Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. 

 Get your ("Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.") wait up.


 Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. 

 Get your ("Brand new shit, huh.") wait up. 

 Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. 

 Get your ("GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT...") wait
up. 

 Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. 

 Get your ("..UP! UP! UP! YEAH! HA-HAA...") wait
up. 

  

 And all the fellas go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.' 

 And all my ladies go, 'Uh, uh, uh.' 

 And all the fellas go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.' 

 And all the ladies go, 'Uh, uh, uh.' 

 Fellas go, 'Where you at?' 

 Ladies go, 'Yo, come back!' 

 Fellas go...ladies go... 

 Fellas go...ladies...yo... 

  

 A mellow disposition even when it's pain 

 Your mental ammunition is faulty wit' a drain


 I puts it down, Lord, Fuck a mic cord 

 Brother's out of his game so we can see tours


 The innovator - your man still a hater 

 The Abstract imprint, it stays like a Smint 

 I got the masses cold, wigglin' and shakin' they
ass 

 Ma, you betta get involved and do it real fast


  

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backing it