Released on 1999

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[Verse 1: Q-Tip]

The name is Q-Tip, enterin' through the middle

From the left, dead all the jokes and the riddles

Comin' from the maximum gain, the octane

That's on the radio it made me feel so low

It seems we gotta, brighten, the damp prison

I'm Nintendo 64 and you Mattel Intellivision

Bustin' from no mo' trey-eights, now papi, wait

This joint is like a Ruger, watch it roar like a cougar

And we gotta, move on the dancefloor

And work it out all night that's what you came here for

Just chem', I fills it to the rim, your shine is lookin' dim

Daddy shine the light on him, and him is me

Leader of the Starfleet force

Guaranteed to knock your joint off course, we took the loss?

Damn right, sure as Tina made Ike

We gonna put it in your noggin all night, and all day

The trilateral commission we dissin'

Tellin' citizens be straight, but like snakes they, hissin'

I'll be damned if I let his song fall to the side

Goin' piggybackin' shit, let's ride, c'mon


[Chorus: Q-Tip]

I put it down, now what you gonna do? (Hey now)

I put it down, now what you gonna do?

(What you gonna do with yourself, huh?)

I put it down, now what you gonna do? (Hey now)

I put it down, now what you gonna do?

(What you gonna do with yourself, huh?)

I put it down, now what you gonna do? (Hey now)

I put it down, now what you gonna do?

(What you gonna do with yourself, huh?)

I put it down, now what you gonna do? (Hey now)

I put it down, now what you gonna do?

(What you gonna do with yourself, huh?)


[Verse 2: Q-Tip]

When you hear this, recognize you hear love

MC nigga illin' over B-boy dubs

Ridin' through the shit like Tron

Doesn't matter if you onboard, do you wanna get on?

'Cause if you do, watch all the moves that we make

Gotta do the things right, ain't no time for mistake

It's the hip-hop cat that can't, fuck with Jake

Just because he wear a badge doesn't mean he straight, so

Chew on it, swallow it down, now let's make it

Disregard those who fake it

Yo, it doesn't matter about the realm, hip-hop is to the helm

It's divine to hit the mind like slippery elms


[Outro: Q-Tip]

So put it down, man, put it on down

Put it down, man, put it on down

Put it down, woman, put it on down

Put it down, man, put it on down

Put it down, man, what you gonna do?

Put it down, woman, what you gonna do

A-put it down, man, what you gonna do?

Put it down, woman, what you gonna do?