A Tribe Called Quest: Hey

The name is Q-Tip, enterin through the middlefrom the left, dead all the jokes and the riddlesComin from the maximum gain, the octanethat's on the radio it made me feel so lowIt seems we gotta, brighten, the damp prisonI'm Nintendo 64 and you Mattel IntellivisionBustin from no mo' trey-eights, now papi weightThis joint is like a Ruger, watch it roar like a cougarAnd we gotta, move on the dancefloorand work it out all night that's what you came here forJust chem', I fills it to the rim, your shine is lookin dimDaddy shine the light on him, ahem it's meLeader of the Starfleet ForceGuaranteed to knock your joint off course, we took the loss?Damn right, sure as Tina made IkeWe gonna put it in your noggin all night, and all dayThe Trilateral Commision we dissinTellin citizens be straight, but like snakes they hissinI'll be damned if I let his song fall to the sideGoin piggybackin shit, let's ride, c'monI put it down, now what you gonna do (8X)Hey, now, what you gonna do, with yourself, hah? (4X)When you hear this, recognize you hear loveMC nigga illin over b-boy dubsRiding through the shit like TronDoesn't matter if you onboard, do you wanna get on?Cause if you do, watch all the moves that we makeGotta do the things right, ain't no time for mistakeIt's the hip-hop cat that can't, fuck with JakeJust because he wear a badge doesn't, mean he straight sowhat you wanna swallow it down or let's take itDisregard those who fake it, yo it doesn't matterabout the realm, hip-hop is to the helmIt's divine to hit the mind like slippery elmsSo put it down man, put it on downPut it down man, put it on downPut it down woman, put it on downPut it down man, put it on downPut it down man, whatchu gonna doPut it down woman, whatchu gonna doA-put it down man, whatchu gonna doPut it down woman, whatchu gonna do('Hey' repeats in background for a bit)