Interested in Cryptocurrency?
Visit best CoinMarketCap alternative. Real time updates, cryptocurrency price prediction...

A TRIBE CALLED QUEST lyrics - People's Instinctive Travels

After Hours

Original and similar lyrics
Chorus (After Hours it was cool x8) Q-Tip: Ten after one I think I'll hop the horse Downtown late of three of course Just came from fishing couldn't get a catch Downtown they'll probably have a batch A whitened sandwich and again it stopped But with the bail though I had a bout So I exchanged it for some apple juice I had the blues but I shook them loose A jeep is blasting from the urban streets Loots of funk over hardcore beats The moon dabbles in the morning sky As the minutes just creep on by I get a thought and hear comes my Tribe Ritual shakes and in good vibes Like always the Quest begins In the mist though but the rhyth's move in We find a spot and we sit and chat Speaking on the status quo of rap A derelick makes a real long speach We pay attention to the words he read When he was done we rattled on There was no lunch because it wasn't dawn We pointed things out about this times The worlds famons and the crazy crimes Inflation of the nation, it bothers me I better go gold, to pay the taxes Gotta be swift society The man whose made is the man who maxes The grounds for living are being discussed As we go it gets close to dusk Gather thoughts and savor breath Cause there's only a few hours left Chorus: After Hours it was cool (x8) Q-Tip: Me ohh my, hey-hey, hey-hey The human hours are here to stay This is how it seems(?) my witness Bug out all night, ask Phife, he's with this Girls be screaming on this conversation I have my two cents for a revelation And my watch continuously tic-tocs Shaheed will bring up the beats that rocks I hear the frogs and the smashing of bottles A car revs up and I hear it trottle It probably moves with the morning wind Ohh my God, here's Phife again (?) talking about last nights game Trying to remember someone's name So hear the frogs dancing in the streets Once again Ali will bring up the beat Like this (Sounds of frogs) Q-Tip: The beat is over and so is the night The sun is risen and the shine is bright We all say peace and go our separate ways Youth is fading as we gain our days Expedition for the song is simp' The hours creep, excuse me, I mean limp As we go you hear a gasp of laugh As we start up our rhythmic path Like this Chorus

What Would It Be Like

3RD STOREE
oohhh Verse 1: You know I had a few Girls I thought would do, but They were there just to please me Ohh You know I had my share A true player, I didnt care I only wanted to do things my way, baby Bridge: Oh... I gots to get a chance with this Oh... Work somethin' out so I can get with this Oh.. I cant believe she's as hot as this Gots to wonder if I got with this Chorus: What would it be like If I was wit ya girl What would it feel like If we met tonight And we kissed and held ya tight Babe And what would it be like If you was in my world If you was my baby girl That someone is hanging right What would it be like Verse 2: I never felt like this, like honeys got me on a trip, cause Im feeling like I need someone to be with, yeah She gots them pretty eyes She wears that skirt so right She bodied up tonight Shes making me so high (Bridge) (Chorus) Baby come take a ride (come take a ride baby) And maybe tonight and maybe tonight will be the night (will be the night) The night that you and I (you and I will find out) what its like to be together (what its like to be together) o yeah... (Chorus) What would it be like If I, had you be my side And, What would it be like If I had some time with you and I What would it be like Can we make it right All together tight I'd like to know (Repeat till fade)

Twice Last Night

SOUTH PARK MEXICAN "Time Is Money"
We did it twice last night And once in the morning [2x] [SPM] I pulled out my jimmy from a cracker jack box The bullet proof vest blocking all my cum shots I got one in London and her name is regina Then I got sofia she's from argentina Love em and leave em hell naw that aint my style I'd rather stick around for a lil long while At least twice a week if she's a good freak Bitch left a hicky on my left butt cheek Mann I'm as strong as an ox And your baby mothers a baller We call her the head doctor And nobody can stop her You need to drop her Cause all she really wants is a baller That spends fifty thousand dollars On the Mexican () [SPM] She's riding my pony Mann she's horny But it aint no fun if I cant call the homies Early in the morning watching erkl while she blow me When she see me with my girlfriend she act like she don't know me Cause she got love for me My balls are never lonely Call me crazy with that ass And the pretty cheecharonies In my room jamming oldies She's dancing in her chonies Had her screaming in the deli Till the neighbors call the police So we had to take it else where Take it to the embassy Picked up a stripper from the lesbian Tennessee Half black and Japanese Gone off them dakeries My bitch ate her out While I filled up her cavities Then we did it Twice last night And once in the morning [Baby Beesh] She grabbed from my paw and I said aw naw Rushed to the bed and jumped straight on my drowse The next thing she saw playboy wasn't small She asked baby beesh can I please take it off She me and I'm yum yum Mann we was doing it big She made me cum cum Damn I think I woke up her kid But we was on one With some () and wine I gotta freak one Aint no bitch colda then mine She got that platinum punana Fuck madana and jenny jenny My momma be on that remmy Mixed with henny when she get me And when I get her I gotta Hotter than enchilada Oohh she brought her friend too Now it's a () Against the wall let the camera record I got the berries and the creep so we will never be bored She kissed that teta Told her nena would you please kiss your friend She said you know I cant dadda But is you joining inn I said for show We started off slowly Once it hit midnight we went hard at 1:40 And then at 2:30 we started talking dirty You got me feeling like a champ When I dip up in the fury Forty five minutes straight Dripping wet took a power nap Six in the morning got her wet then the shower cap She was on top and I was on under A b a b a bed hit the wall and it sounded like thunder We did it twice last night And once in the morning

Song Of Joy

Nick Cave "Murder Ballads"
Have mercy on me, sir Allow me to impose on you I have no place to stay And my bones are cold right through I will tell you a story Of a man and his family And I swear that it is true Ten years ago I met a girl named Joy She was a sweet and happy thing Her eyes were bright blue jewels And we were married in the spring I had no idea what happiness and little love could bring Or what life had in store But all things move toward their end All things move toward their their end On that you can be sure La la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la Then one morning I awoke to find her weeping And for many days to follow She grew so sad and lonely Became Joy in name only Within her breast there launched an unnamed sorrow And a dark and grim force set sail Farewell happy fields Where joy forever dwells * Hail horrors hail * Was it an act of contrition or some awful premonition As if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked night Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife Ah, I see sir, that I have your attention! Well, could it be How often I've asked that question Well, then in quick succession We had babies, one, two, three We called them Hilda, Hattie and Holly They were their mother's children Their eyes were bright blue jewels And they were quiet as a mouse There was no laughter in the house No, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly 'No wonder', people said, 'poor mother Joy's so melancholy' Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home I was visiting a sick friend I was a doctor then Joy and the girls were on their own La la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la Joy had been bound with electrical tape In her mouth a gag She'd been stabbed repeatedly And stuffed into a sleeping bag In their very cots my girls were robbed of their lives Method of murder much the same as my wife's Method of murder much the same as my wife's It was midnight when I arrived home Said to the police on the telephone Someone's taken four innocent lives They never caught the man He's still on the loose It seems he has done many many more Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim's blood The police are investigating at tremendous cost In my house he wrote 'his red right hand' That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost The wind round here gets wicked cold But my story is nearly told I fear the morning will bring quite a frost And so I've left my home I drift from land to land I am upon your step and you are a family man Outside the vultures wheel The wolves howl, the serpents hiss And to extend this small favour, friend Would be the sum of earthly bliss Do you reckon me a friend The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon Do you, sir, have a room Are you beckoning me in La la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la

Song Of Joy

Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds "Murder Ballads"
Have mercy on me, sir Allow me to impose on you I have no place to stay And my bones are cold right through I will tell you a story Of a man and his family And I swear that it is true Ten years ago I met a girl named Joy She was a sweet and happy thing Her eyes were bright blue jewels And we were married in the spring I had no idea what happiness and little love could bring Or what life had in store But all things move toward their end All things move toward their their end On that you can be sure La la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la Then one morning I awoke to find her weeping And for many days to follow She grew so sad and lonely Became Joy in name only Within her breast there launched an unnamed sorrow And a dark and grim force set sail (Farewell happy fields) (Where joy forever dwells) (Hail horrors hail) Was it an act of contrition or some awful premonition As if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked night Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife Ah, I see sir, that I have your attention! Well, could it be? How often I've asked that question Well, then in quick succession We had babies, one, two, three We called them Hilda, Hattie and Holly They were their mother's children Their eyes were bright blue jewels And they were quiet as a mouse There was no laughter in the house No, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly 'No wonder', people said, 'poor mother Joy's so melancholy' Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home I was visiting a sick friend I was a doctor then Joy and the girls were on their own La la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la Joy had been bound with electrical tape In her mouth a gag She'd been stabbed repeatedly And stuffed into a sleeping bag In their very cots my girls were robbed of their lives Method of murder much the same as my wife's Method of murder much the same as my wife's It was midnight when I arrived home Said to the police on the telephone Someone's taken four innocent lives They never caught the man He's still on the loose It seems he has done many many more Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim's blood The police are investigating at tremendous cost In my house he wrote ('his red right hand') That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost The wind round here gets wicked cold But my story is nearly told I fear the morning will bring quite a frost And so I've left my home I drift from land to land I am upon your step and you are a family man Outside the vultures wheel The wolves howl, the serpents hiss And to extend this small favour, friend Would be the sum of earthly bliss Do you reckon me a friend? (The sun to me is dark) (And silent as the moon) Do you, sir, have a room? Are you beckoning me in? La la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la

Good King Wenceslas

JIM BRICKMAN "Homecoming"
Good King Wenceslas looked out On the feast of Stephen When the snow lay 'round about Deep and crisp and even Brightly shone the moon that night Though the frost was cruel When a poor man came in sight Gathering winter fuel Hither, page and stand by me If thou knows it telling Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? Sire, he lives a good league hence Underneath the mountain Right against the forest fence By Saint Agnes's fountain Bring me flesh and bring me wine Bring me fur logs, hither Thou and I will see him dine Here we bear him thither Page and monarch, forth they went Forth they went together Through the rude wind's wild lament And the bitter weather Sire, the night is darker now And the wind blows stronger Fails my heart, I know not how I can go no longer Mark my footsteps, good my page Tread thou in them boldly Thou shall find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly In his master's steps he trod Where the snow lay dinted Heat was in the very sod Which the Saint had printed Therefore, Christian men, be sure Wealth or rank possessing Ye, who now will bless the poor Shall yourselves find blessing

Was it funny? Share it with friends!