A Tribe Called Quest — The Chase Part II Remix

[Intro sample: Biz Markie] ("I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out") [Verse: Consequence] Just relax y'all, just relax y'all... I hit 'em with the boom, stick 'em, hahaha, hit 'em It's the brother named 'Quence, not the victim but I still lick 'em Still wax that shorty, now you know who got the props Consequence, hazy flow, you know it just don't stop 'Cause if Monie was Born 2 Breed, I was born to smoke weed, indeed A smooth player then I pop the seed in you Yeah baby, I took you to the venue And if my name was Coco, I still couldn't be into you 'Cause you got snuffed by the crooked tooth bandit Who never got stranded But kickin' the funky lyrics that the grands over-planned it, on earth Has entered in my bottle, baby boy, now I'm gravy by birth Ain't got a bag of blue funk, but a bag of green skunk Want dogs? You want it? Muthafucka, knuckle up 'Cause I don't give a damn, my man, I won't deceive ya Been through more growing pains than that nigga Michael Seaver An over-achiever, you know you know my style So peace to my niggas Danja Mo' and the Madchild When I call a nigga out, he wants to wait awhile like Janet Niggas got jealous, they wanna ban it But I still keep my voice, and when it's all said and done Ayo, I still bring the noise We wreck shop, so wait 'til the shit drop Word is bond, yo, you know we don't stop So niggas, press your luck, you get stuck like Chuck We don't give a fuck, we don't give a damn You know my name and you know who I am The brother named 'Quence, all copped edition You know they're 730, so don't fuck around You will lay around, clown Linden Boulevard, you know we got a zone Queens got a zone You know what? Yo, that nigga's fuckin' gone [Outro sample: Biz Markie] ("I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out")