Wait Up

By Q-Tip

On Amplified

Released on November 30, 1999

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[Verse 1]

We on a brand new page, (uh) millennium days

Desperation on the streets, gotta find a new way

Keep the mics in choke holds, the saga unfolds

Machavellian approaches executed by the coach

I'm in these streets like a ghost (uh)

The air-jettin' artist (yeah)

To the love, I hit 'em right plus I hit the hardest, man

I got a whole new approach for the rhymin'

You cherry cats slide, I'm holdin out for the hymen

Uh, you play the rappin' roll

I take the rap and sold

And intertwine it wit' mine and turn a half to whole

I'm just a genie in a Jack bottle

Them fake ballin'-ass cats is just a wack model

This joint knocks with the force of a gat throttle

I live by "You put it out, we get it back" motto

Hey, but who around but just your average reproduction, love

Rap is gettin' loose so all the ice is screamin' "Thug"

What the hell is wrong? I'm askin' in this song

One time I smoked hash out of the hippies' bong

One of us is goin' laid cause I ain't gettin' played

I leave you right inside that shitty ass bed you made

And walk along chuggin' Baller's Brains, rockin' rings

And things and just waitin' for white rains

I got the drive, dog, I hope the dogs' ready

My mentality on dime chicks is stay sweaty


[Chorus]

You better get it up, your wait up, get it up

Get your wait up (it's the Ummah for all time)

You better get it up, your wait up, get it up (The Ummah forever)

Get your wait up, you better get it up, your wait up, get it up (get your wait)

Get your wait up, you better get it up, your wait up, get it up (up)

Get your wait up, you better


[Verse 2]

You wanna shoot dice, or wanna shoot rounds?

Wanna sell rhymes, or wanna sell pounds?

The decision is yours, I'd rather see tours

Get chicks wit' ghetto shit fallin' out they drawers

My team stay posted, they stay roasted

Niggas who all in it had a hard knock livin'

Administra', rhyme minister, illa treasura

You didn't know that your man was a legend, huh?

Embonishment for the both of you

I hit the road and I take my whole fuckin' crew (yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)

Cause I'm a Queens cat (true) To the G's cat (true)

Gettin' money for more than one needs cat (aight, c'mon)

Condition never peers and mind stands out (take it home, kid, what?)

From Seattle to South Beach my joint (grand clout)

It's the street commentator, providin' you with data

On how to live unique and it's really not neat, we gotta


[Chorus]

Get it up, your wait up, get it up (uh, yeah)

Get your wait up (yeah, yeah, yeah)

You better get it up, your wait up, get it up (what, brand new for ya, uh)

Get your wait up, you better get it up, your wait up, get it up (get your wait)

Get your wait up, you better get it up, your wait up, get it up (up, yeah, hahaha)

Get your wait up, you better


[Bridge]

And all the fellas go (yeah, yeah, yeah)

And all my ladies go (uh, uh, uh)

And all the fellas go (yeah, yeah, yeah)

And all the ladies go (uh, uh, uh)

Fellas go (where you at?)

Ladies go (yo, come back)

Fellas go, ladies go

Fellas go, ladies, yo


[Verse 3]

A mellow disposition, even when it's pain

Your mental ammunition is faulty wit' a drain

I puts it down, Lord, fuck a mic cord

Brother's out of his game so we can see tours

The innovator, your man still a hater

The Abstract imprint, it stays like a Smint

I got the masses cold, wigglin' and shakin' they ass

Ma, you betta get involved and do it real fast