Baby Phife's Return Lyrics
| Song | Baby Phife's Return |
| Artist | A Tribe Called Quest |
| Album | Beats, Rhymes & Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Fareed, Taylor | |
| Phife: The mad man | |
| Malik makes | |
| MCs run for | |
| Milk of Magnesia | |
| Maybe that'll ease ya | |
| Master of this microphone mackin, master as in great | |
| I'll have your brain goin in circles as my style tends to ovulate | |
| I'm makin moves, never movies, that's why y'all | |
| MCs lose me | |
| Retrace, won't, so your stubborn like groupies | |
| Kid, you know my flava, tear this whole jam apart | |
| **** around and have your heart, like | |
| Jordan had | |
| Starks While you playin hokey pokey, there's no time to be dokey | |
| Cuz I come out to play every night like | |
| Charles Oakley | |
| Dissin around with wack rhymin | |
| You lose your grip from chalk climbin | |
| Let me take this time to say | |
| R.I.P. to | |
| Phyllis Hyman | |
| Who never got the props that she damn well deserved | |
| But see me, you don't wanna see me, cuz all | |
| MCs are gettin served | |
| The nerve, for you to even step to the | |
| Phifer I'll bumrush your set and crush your whole cypher | |
| Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop's hall of fame | |
| Cuz rappin ain't no game, big up your head and maintain | |
| Yeah, Queens forever in this piece crushin any beef | |
| Ain't nuthin sweet, the bakery's across the ****in street | |
| Phife Dawg, swingin it back and forth just like | |
| Aaliyah Makin moves on your heart like that trick | |
| Tamia No doubt about it, | |
| I love hip hop to death | |
| But yo Tip, bring in the chorus cuz | |
| I'm losin my breath | |
| Consequence: | |
| A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy | |
| Dawg is on the scene | |
| We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough | |
| Queens You know the deal when the diggy | |
| Dawg is on the scene | |
| We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough | |
| Queens You know the deal when the diggy | |
| Dawg is on the scene | |
| You know the deal, ha, you know the deal | |
| Phife: Big up pop | |
| Duke, that's where | |
| I caught my athleticism | |
| My mama, no doubt, that's where | |
| I got my lyricism | |
| My nana, that's where | |
| I got my spiritualism | |
| As for Tip and | |
| Shah, they made me stop from smokin izm | |
| Now, when | |
| I'm with some cheese, | |
| I be lettin off gism | |
| Writin rhymes since | |
| Daddy Kane and | |
| Biz Mark was on | |
| Prism I gotta brave heart like the one named | |
| Shirley Chisholm | |
| As for my late twin, boy, | |
| I wish I was with him | |
| Got the Lightro in the back talkin bout (come on, get him) | |
| And when it comes to rhymes, no doubt, | |
| I flip em | |
| Sucka MC in my path, hey main, | |
| I say we ship him | |
| Money please, your rhymes are wack, say word, this geek is trippin | |
| Just because my name is | |
| Phife, my man, | |
| I'm never slippin | |
| I got the type of flave to have your ass straight bitchin | |
| For those who act cute, see | |
| I got them on mute | |
| Have you walkin through your projects in your birthday suit | |
| Cuz your style is off loot, so | |
| I played him like a flute | |
| If youse a sucka | |
| MC, then it's you | |
| I rebuke My style is, everday all day, similar to water | |
| Crushin MCs as if my name was | |
| Sargent Slaughter | |
| Keep shit hotter...than a sauna | |
| Or better yet, the hormones on your | |
| Christian daughter | |
| Hey, I tried to warn her | |
| My sounds the type to kill, like the grill on | |
| Lauryn Hill | |
| So all ya sucka | |
| MCs, y'all best go chill | |
| Bout to go to | |
| Union Square so | |
| I can see my care bear | |
| Singin good stuff in my ear, runnin fingers through my hair | |
| Represent the | |
| Zulu Nation with illy rap creations | |
| Just keep shit hotter than | |
| Death Row- | |
| Bad Boy confrontations | |
| Chillin with | |
| Fudge Love because he represents the | |
| Haitians Ya naw'mean | |
| Word up I just wanna big up everybody for supportin | |
| A Tribe Called | |
| Quest Through the years | |
| This be the fourth | |
| LP, you know what | |
| I'm sayin? | |
| Tip, Shaheed and | |
| Phife, Beats, | |
| Rhymes and | |
| Life Featuring my man, you know what | |
| I'm sayin, | |
| Consequence 192 is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, ha ha | |
| You know what | |
| I'm sayin? | |
| Big up Shaheed | |
| Muhammad, that's my man | |
| Christine, you know what | |
| I'm sayin, word life (fading out) | |
| The Abstract | |
| Poetic, rockin this track | |
| Bouncin it all over the place, in your face | |
| You know what | |
| I'm sayin? | |
| My man Lightro... |
| zuo ci : Fareed, Taylor | |
| Phife: The mad man | |
| Malik makes | |
| MCs run for | |
| Milk of Magnesia | |
| Maybe that' ll ease ya | |
| Master of this microphone mackin, master as in great | |
| I' ll have your brain goin in circles as my style tends to ovulate | |
| I' m makin moves, never movies, that' s why y' all | |
| MCs lose me | |
| Retrace, won' t, so your stubborn like groupies | |
| Kid, you know my flava, tear this whole jam apart | |
| around and have your heart, like | |
| Jordan had | |
| Starks While you playin hokey pokey, there' s no time to be dokey | |
| Cuz I come out to play every night like | |
| Charles Oakley | |
| Dissin around with wack rhymin | |
| You lose your grip from chalk climbin | |
| Let me take this time to say | |
| R. I. P. to | |
| Phyllis Hyman | |
| Who never got the props that she damn well deserved | |
| But see me, you don' t wanna see me, cuz all | |
| MCs are gettin served | |
| The nerve, for you to even step to the | |
| Phifer I' ll bumrush your set and crush your whole cypher | |
| Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop' s hall of fame | |
| Cuz rappin ain' t no game, big up your head and maintain | |
| Yeah, Queens forever in this piece crushin any beef | |
| Ain' t nuthin sweet, the bakery' s across the in street | |
| Phife Dawg, swingin it back and forth just like | |
| Aaliyah Makin moves on your heart like that trick | |
| Tamia No doubt about it, | |
| I love hip hop to death | |
| But yo Tip, bring in the chorus cuz | |
| I' m losin my breath | |
| Consequence: | |
| A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy | |
| Dawg is on the scene | |
| We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough | |
| Queens You know the deal when the diggy | |
| Dawg is on the scene | |
| We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough | |
| Queens You know the deal when the diggy | |
| Dawg is on the scene | |
| You know the deal, ha, you know the deal | |
| Phife: Big up pop | |
| Duke, that' s where | |
| I caught my athleticism | |
| My mama, no doubt, that' s where | |
| I got my lyricism | |
| My nana, that' s where | |
| I got my spiritualism | |
| As for Tip and | |
| Shah, they made me stop from smokin izm | |
| Now, when | |
| I' m with some cheese, | |
| I be lettin off gism | |
| Writin rhymes since | |
| Daddy Kane and | |
| Biz Mark was on | |
| Prism I gotta brave heart like the one named | |
| Shirley Chisholm | |
| As for my late twin, boy, | |
| I wish I was with him | |
| Got the Lightro in the back talkin bout come on, get him | |
| And when it comes to rhymes, no doubt, | |
| I flip em | |
| Sucka MC in my path, hey main, | |
| I say we ship him | |
| Money please, your rhymes are wack, say word, this geek is trippin | |
| Just because my name is | |
| Phife, my man, | |
| I' m never slippin | |
| I got the type of flave to have your ass straight bitchin | |
| For those who act cute, see | |
| I got them on mute | |
| Have you walkin through your projects in your birthday suit | |
| Cuz your style is off loot, so | |
| I played him like a flute | |
| If youse a sucka | |
| MC, then it' s you | |
| I rebuke My style is, everday all day, similar to water | |
| Crushin MCs as if my name was | |
| Sargent Slaughter | |
| Keep shit hotter... than a sauna | |
| Or better yet, the hormones on your | |
| Christian daughter | |
| Hey, I tried to warn her | |
| My sounds the type to kill, like the grill on | |
| Lauryn Hill | |
| So all ya sucka | |
| MCs, y' all best go chill | |
| Bout to go to | |
| Union Square so | |
| I can see my care bear | |
| Singin good stuff in my ear, runnin fingers through my hair | |
| Represent the | |
| Zulu Nation with illy rap creations | |
| Just keep shit hotter than | |
| Death Row | |
| Bad Boy confrontations | |
| Chillin with | |
| Fudge Love because he represents the | |
| Haitians Ya naw' mean | |
| Word up I just wanna big up everybody for supportin | |
| A Tribe Called | |
| Quest Through the years | |
| This be the fourth | |
| LP, you know what | |
| I' m sayin? | |
| Tip, Shaheed and | |
| Phife, Beats, | |
| Rhymes and | |
| Life Featuring my man, you know what | |
| I' m sayin, | |
| Consequence 192 is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, ha ha | |
| You know what | |
| I' m sayin? | |
| Big up Shaheed | |
| Muhammad, that' s my man | |
| Christine, you know what | |
| I' m sayin, word life fading out | |
| The Abstract | |
| Poetic, rockin this track | |
| Bouncin it all over the place, in your face | |
| You know what | |
| I' m sayin? | |
| My man Lightro... |
| zuò cí : Fareed, Taylor | |
| Phife: The mad man | |
| Malik makes | |
| MCs run for | |
| Milk of Magnesia | |
| Maybe that' ll ease ya | |
| Master of this microphone mackin, master as in great | |
| I' ll have your brain goin in circles as my style tends to ovulate | |
| I' m makin moves, never movies, that' s why y' all | |
| MCs lose me | |
| Retrace, won' t, so your stubborn like groupies | |
| Kid, you know my flava, tear this whole jam apart | |
| around and have your heart, like | |
| Jordan had | |
| Starks While you playin hokey pokey, there' s no time to be dokey | |
| Cuz I come out to play every night like | |
| Charles Oakley | |
| Dissin around with wack rhymin | |
| You lose your grip from chalk climbin | |
| Let me take this time to say | |
| R. I. P. to | |
| Phyllis Hyman | |
| Who never got the props that she damn well deserved | |
| But see me, you don' t wanna see me, cuz all | |
| MCs are gettin served | |
| The nerve, for you to even step to the | |
| Phifer I' ll bumrush your set and crush your whole cypher | |
| Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop' s hall of fame | |
| Cuz rappin ain' t no game, big up your head and maintain | |
| Yeah, Queens forever in this piece crushin any beef | |
| Ain' t nuthin sweet, the bakery' s across the in street | |
| Phife Dawg, swingin it back and forth just like | |
| Aaliyah Makin moves on your heart like that trick | |
| Tamia No doubt about it, | |
| I love hip hop to death | |
| But yo Tip, bring in the chorus cuz | |
| I' m losin my breath | |
| Consequence: | |
| A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy | |
| Dawg is on the scene | |
| We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough | |
| Queens You know the deal when the diggy | |
| Dawg is on the scene | |
| We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough | |
| Queens You know the deal when the diggy | |
| Dawg is on the scene | |
| You know the deal, ha, you know the deal | |
| Phife: Big up pop | |
| Duke, that' s where | |
| I caught my athleticism | |
| My mama, no doubt, that' s where | |
| I got my lyricism | |
| My nana, that' s where | |
| I got my spiritualism | |
| As for Tip and | |
| Shah, they made me stop from smokin izm | |
| Now, when | |
| I' m with some cheese, | |
| I be lettin off gism | |
| Writin rhymes since | |
| Daddy Kane and | |
| Biz Mark was on | |
| Prism I gotta brave heart like the one named | |
| Shirley Chisholm | |
| As for my late twin, boy, | |
| I wish I was with him | |
| Got the Lightro in the back talkin bout come on, get him | |
| And when it comes to rhymes, no doubt, | |
| I flip em | |
| Sucka MC in my path, hey main, | |
| I say we ship him | |
| Money please, your rhymes are wack, say word, this geek is trippin | |
| Just because my name is | |
| Phife, my man, | |
| I' m never slippin | |
| I got the type of flave to have your ass straight bitchin | |
| For those who act cute, see | |
| I got them on mute | |
| Have you walkin through your projects in your birthday suit | |
| Cuz your style is off loot, so | |
| I played him like a flute | |
| If youse a sucka | |
| MC, then it' s you | |
| I rebuke My style is, everday all day, similar to water | |
| Crushin MCs as if my name was | |
| Sargent Slaughter | |
| Keep shit hotter... than a sauna | |
| Or better yet, the hormones on your | |
| Christian daughter | |
| Hey, I tried to warn her | |
| My sounds the type to kill, like the grill on | |
| Lauryn Hill | |
| So all ya sucka | |
| MCs, y' all best go chill | |
| Bout to go to | |
| Union Square so | |
| I can see my care bear | |
| Singin good stuff in my ear, runnin fingers through my hair | |
| Represent the | |
| Zulu Nation with illy rap creations | |
| Just keep shit hotter than | |
| Death Row | |
| Bad Boy confrontations | |
| Chillin with | |
| Fudge Love because he represents the | |
| Haitians Ya naw' mean | |
| Word up I just wanna big up everybody for supportin | |
| A Tribe Called | |
| Quest Through the years | |
| This be the fourth | |
| LP, you know what | |
| I' m sayin? | |
| Tip, Shaheed and | |
| Phife, Beats, | |
| Rhymes and | |
| Life Featuring my man, you know what | |
| I' m sayin, | |
| Consequence 192 is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, ha ha | |
| You know what | |
| I' m sayin? | |
| Big up Shaheed | |
| Muhammad, that' s my man | |
| Christine, you know what | |
| I' m sayin, word life fading out | |
| The Abstract | |
| Poetic, rockin this track | |
| Bouncin it all over the place, in your face | |
| You know what | |
| I' m sayin? | |
| My man Lightro... |
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