What Really Goes On Lyrics
| Song | What Really Goes On |
| Artist | A Tribe Called Quest |
| Album | Beats, Rhymes & Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bonner, Fareed, Jones ... | |
| chorus: We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump(6X) | |
| We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump-da-bump-da-bump | |
| Bump-da-bump-da-bump | |
| Q-Tip: Yo, we preparin ourselves for this ultimate war | |
| The MCs are really lost and it's at a big cost | |
| We be rhymin at our show thinkin we gettin dough | |
| Movin throught every town off the fumes of... | |
| And accolades of the crowd with our chests out proud | |
| Yo, we bout to pack these joints so that these...sound loud | |
| Some kids be actin stank like a baby pant | |
| It's the rapper | |
| Abstract that make the joint get amped | |
| Yo, use your body maker and use your minds, to break true | |
| Yo, we gotta do the do | |
| Son, we livin in a time where mad folks talk (shit) | |
| Representin they crews or they | |
| East-West clicks | |
| Let me tell everybody from coast to coast | |
| About the lands we boast, but we don't own jack | |
| How the (****) we movin through makin moves like that? | |
| How the (hell) we movin through makin moves like that? | |
| Can you explain that? | |
| I doubt that, very highly | |
| We got jewels and | |
| Mo and the life is tight rowdy | |
| Everybody lookin (shitty) like a to' down committee | |
| Let's make these institutions, body slam for the smitties | |
| I got girls with plenty tails, smarts and big (titties) | |
| And they all stressin me, yo, really? | |
| What really goes on? (James Brown: I don't know) chorus: | |
| Q-Tip: One is for the beat and the two is for the rhyme | |
| Three is for the life, now we on this incline | |
| Never catch this kid stickin forks in swine | |
| Never ran my gibs in nuthin less than a dime | |
| A few of my brothas did that asshole one time | |
| Strivin miss sunrise, sometimes is known as crime | |
| The three twenty-five got that | |
| Windex shine | |
| And when I shot skelly, | |
| I had boxes and lines | |
| All I wanna do is live life and be fair | |
| I used to stress girls with long legs and long hair | |
| Now, I want a woman with a spiritual flair | |
| God will never make it too hard for me to bare | |
| I'm hungry like a derelict whose stays in the diluse | |
| Some can count me out, but yo, | |
| I doubt that | |
| I lose The | |
| Westernized world got our minds confused | |
| You frontin on me, ak, then you don't get bruised | |
| The funny style cats, they be playin games like | |
| Chucky Government officials shoot their same old... | |
| Made of devil agents a.k.a. the devil flunky | |
| Stiff (ass) squares gettin mad cuz we funky | |
| This the crap game, then we got the top rolls | |
| The positive jumps the negative like frogs | |
| Resentin evil vibes, yo, that (shit) is at the morgue | |
| We celebrate laughin down in at the smorgas borg | |
| You still lookin (shitty) like a to' down committee | |
| Let's make this institution, buy the land for the smitties | |
| I got girls with tails, plenty smarts and big (titties) | |
| And they all stressin me...really chorus: |
| zuo ci : Bonner, Fareed, Jones ... | |
| chorus: We got the bumpdabumpdabump bump 6X | |
| We got the bumpdabumpdabump bumpdabumpdabump | |
| Bumpdabumpdabump | |
| QTip: Yo, we preparin ourselves for this ultimate war | |
| The MCs are really lost and it' s at a big cost | |
| We be rhymin at our show thinkin we gettin dough | |
| Movin throught every town off the fumes of... | |
| And accolades of the crowd with our chests out proud | |
| Yo, we bout to pack these joints so that these... sound loud | |
| Some kids be actin stank like a baby pant | |
| It' s the rapper | |
| Abstract that make the joint get amped | |
| Yo, use your body maker and use your minds, to break true | |
| Yo, we gotta do the do | |
| Son, we livin in a time where mad folks talk shit | |
| Representin they crews or they | |
| EastWest clicks | |
| Let me tell everybody from coast to coast | |
| About the lands we boast, but we don' t own jack | |
| How the we movin through makin moves like that? | |
| How the hell we movin through makin moves like that? | |
| Can you explain that? | |
| I doubt that, very highly | |
| We got jewels and | |
| Mo and the life is tight rowdy | |
| Everybody lookin shitty like a to' down committee | |
| Let' s make these institutions, body slam for the smitties | |
| I got girls with plenty tails, smarts and big titties | |
| And they all stressin me, yo, really? | |
| What really goes on? James Brown: I don' t know chorus: | |
| QTip: One is for the beat and the two is for the rhyme | |
| Three is for the life, now we on this incline | |
| Never catch this kid stickin forks in swine | |
| Never ran my gibs in nuthin less than a dime | |
| A few of my brothas did that asshole one time | |
| Strivin miss sunrise, sometimes is known as crime | |
| The three twentyfive got that | |
| Windex shine | |
| And when I shot skelly, | |
| I had boxes and lines | |
| All I wanna do is live life and be fair | |
| I used to stress girls with long legs and long hair | |
| Now, I want a woman with a spiritual flair | |
| God will never make it too hard for me to bare | |
| I' m hungry like a derelict whose stays in the diluse | |
| Some can count me out, but yo, | |
| I doubt that | |
| I lose The | |
| Westernized world got our minds confused | |
| You frontin on me, ak, then you don' t get bruised | |
| The funny style cats, they be playin games like | |
| Chucky Government officials shoot their same old... | |
| Made of devil agents a. k. a. the devil flunky | |
| Stiff ass squares gettin mad cuz we funky | |
| This the crap game, then we got the top rolls | |
| The positive jumps the negative like frogs | |
| Resentin evil vibes, yo, that shit is at the morgue | |
| We celebrate laughin down in at the smorgas borg | |
| You still lookin shitty like a to' down committee | |
| Let' s make this institution, buy the land for the smitties | |
| I got girls with tails, plenty smarts and big titties | |
| And they all stressin me... really chorus: |
| zuò cí : Bonner, Fareed, Jones ... | |
| chorus: We got the bumpdabumpdabump bump 6X | |
| We got the bumpdabumpdabump bumpdabumpdabump | |
| Bumpdabumpdabump | |
| QTip: Yo, we preparin ourselves for this ultimate war | |
| The MCs are really lost and it' s at a big cost | |
| We be rhymin at our show thinkin we gettin dough | |
| Movin throught every town off the fumes of... | |
| And accolades of the crowd with our chests out proud | |
| Yo, we bout to pack these joints so that these... sound loud | |
| Some kids be actin stank like a baby pant | |
| It' s the rapper | |
| Abstract that make the joint get amped | |
| Yo, use your body maker and use your minds, to break true | |
| Yo, we gotta do the do | |
| Son, we livin in a time where mad folks talk shit | |
| Representin they crews or they | |
| EastWest clicks | |
| Let me tell everybody from coast to coast | |
| About the lands we boast, but we don' t own jack | |
| How the we movin through makin moves like that? | |
| How the hell we movin through makin moves like that? | |
| Can you explain that? | |
| I doubt that, very highly | |
| We got jewels and | |
| Mo and the life is tight rowdy | |
| Everybody lookin shitty like a to' down committee | |
| Let' s make these institutions, body slam for the smitties | |
| I got girls with plenty tails, smarts and big titties | |
| And they all stressin me, yo, really? | |
| What really goes on? James Brown: I don' t know chorus: | |
| QTip: One is for the beat and the two is for the rhyme | |
| Three is for the life, now we on this incline | |
| Never catch this kid stickin forks in swine | |
| Never ran my gibs in nuthin less than a dime | |
| A few of my brothas did that asshole one time | |
| Strivin miss sunrise, sometimes is known as crime | |
| The three twentyfive got that | |
| Windex shine | |
| And when I shot skelly, | |
| I had boxes and lines | |
| All I wanna do is live life and be fair | |
| I used to stress girls with long legs and long hair | |
| Now, I want a woman with a spiritual flair | |
| God will never make it too hard for me to bare | |
| I' m hungry like a derelict whose stays in the diluse | |
| Some can count me out, but yo, | |
| I doubt that | |
| I lose The | |
| Westernized world got our minds confused | |
| You frontin on me, ak, then you don' t get bruised | |
| The funny style cats, they be playin games like | |
| Chucky Government officials shoot their same old... | |
| Made of devil agents a. k. a. the devil flunky | |
| Stiff ass squares gettin mad cuz we funky | |
| This the crap game, then we got the top rolls | |
| The positive jumps the negative like frogs | |
| Resentin evil vibes, yo, that shit is at the morgue | |
| We celebrate laughin down in at the smorgas borg | |
| You still lookin shitty like a to' down committee | |
| Let' s make this institution, buy the land for the smitties | |
| I got girls with tails, plenty smarts and big titties | |
| And they all stressin me... really chorus: |
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