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    A Tribe Called Quest

    8 Million Stories

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    Verse One: Phife Dawg
    Went to Carvel to get a milk shake
    This honey ripped me off for all my loot cakes
    The car oh yeah there's money in my jacket
    Somebody broke into my ride and cold macked it
    Yo tip I tell you man the devil's tryin it
    But I'm goin to stay strong cause I ain't buyin it
    Tonight I'm taking Sherry out, I don't have jack to wear
    You know I gots to look dipped in the fresh new gear
    Cool I found something so I ironed it
    I then got caught up on the phone, oh shit I'm fryin it
    Will someone tell me what did I do to deserve this?
    I think I'll, pull out my suit for Sunday service
    My little brother wants Barney, cool I'm gettin it
    Took him down to Kay-Bee, they ain't sellin it
    Here we go with the cryin, yo he's throwin fits
    My blood pressure's blowin up, I can't take the shit
    Finally got what he wanted now he's good to go
    Again the ride was smashed, where's my radio?
    One time the car was in the shop I had to borrow see...
    They had no mercy on the car they almost killed me
    Where the hell can Nicki be? I'm gonna smack her up
    I got the tickets for the Knicks and she cold stood me up
    I need to hit a honey off, Jarobi pass the phone
    Pulled out my book of hoes, oh yo Sheila's home
    Steady smilin like a mother yo I'm read' to bone
    Went down to hon, she's in the red zone
    Stressed out more than anyone could ever be
    Forever tryin to clear the samples for my new LP
    Everybody knows I go to Georgia often
    Got on the flight and I ended up in Boston
    With all these trials and tribulations yo I've been affected
    And to top it off, Starks got ejected
    Refrain: Phife Dawg
    Problems, problems, problems, woe is me I'm havin
    problems, problems, problems..
    Verse Two: Phife Dawg
    Just last week my girl was stressin me
    Now her best friend be underssin me
    Well I was lovin her by the moon ray
    Now I'm tricking on her like Kinte' (c'mon)
    Bought a bag of izm from the smoke shop
    Walkin towards the car, here come the damn cops
    Now I'm station bound for the thai sticks
    I bought it for my man, I don't believe this shit
    Coach sat me down from the ball team
    Cause I was breakin niggaz on the inseams
    Some niggaz cross town was tryin to stick me
    All I had was shorts, a dollar fifty
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