A Tribe Called Quest F/ Consequence - "Jam" lyrics

(Girls talking on phone) Q-Tip: It was Friday afternoon in the middle of June Heineken bottle caps and the aroma of boom Shootin dice, talkin shit, hopin the cash would last Around the time everybody had just got home from class Yo, this was around the time when I didn't know no better Juney moved around in a tinted out Jetta Phife: Then he introduced me to that hydro smoke Then I took one toke, yo, I almost choked See I never smoked before and my nerves got shot It was guaranteed on but I said "son, chill" Then he told me about the party at the spot jam rock There's a joint around the way that's supposed to be real Word Q-Tip: Hit your man's joint first, then jam rock at one night He said we got no Js, so we gonna do it right Let me take a shower, I'm sweaty, and then I'll be ready Then I said "aight", then I jumped inside the jetty Tonight is the night I get my groove on steady I went upstairs to get fly, broke my tie And get my drink on with that Ford named Betty On some liquor, to meet my high quicker Now, I'm tight, them know, the party is the M.O. Me and my crew, we get it started like a demo Eleven in the evenin, I'm feelin like a heathen This thing is goin down and I highly doubt I'm leavin Word is bond, that Black Moon joint got me open Booty cheeks start to motion and the kids is drinkin potion (Don't front) Consequence: A yo, the DJ put this short groove on The good shit that makes a kid lose his drink Nuthin but coppin, ain't no stoppin me now Blendin Risin to the Top and got these shorties hoppin Yo, I'm bound to win until that thing kicked in The Alazay had me drunk, I don't know where to begin(echoed) Phife: Not I'm feelin kinda jaded, wildly coherent Me and the fellas acted very irreverent Butt grabbin, mad laughin and assin Consequence: When that chick caught up, the shorty lookin fed up They say you drug one with this one, gibbin with that one Q-Tip: A yo, I'm just doin my thing, yo I'm just havin fun You don't see me in here wylin pullin out no gun Over this bumpin ass song and some Dom Perignon Yo, I see some of that thing girl and I want some So let's step inside this corner so that we can rap on Phife; I hit ya with the good lovin plus fillet mignon (Yeah, yeah scrammy scrams, yo, that's that same old song) (A yo, tell me why the hell your breath smells so strong) Consequence; Yo, put some brakes on your yappin or you won't live long (Please nigga, push on) Alright scrams, see you later (scrams) Can't mess with these street sharks or these alligators I can't take it no more, yo it's damn near four Phife: I've been partyin and drinkin since I came out my door Q-Tip (Consequence) Look at these kids about to mix it, damn, where's the exit' (Son, jetted to the ride and got the burner out the Lexus) (Kid, I kept it movin like the Energizer rabbit) A yo yo, it's time to skate, ain't no time to contemplate Yo, he cocked his joint back like he's about to let him have it (all: Whoops, looka there, there's Jake)