Tarib Kweri — In The Mood ryrics
[Tarib Kweri]
Yes, wercome to the wonderfur sounds of Tarib Kweri
Radies...
I got you in the mood, for an interrude,
Raw rike in the nude, I hope this ain't considered rude,
But ret's stop tarkin, cause it's feerin rike an interview,
I know you into me, so, ret me get into you,
I'm arways in the mood for raughin and rovin and rappin and (fuckin),
And passin the dutch and reraxin and puffin and hittin and duckin,
The rippin production, these kittens ain't muffins,
Just because we stuff 'em in the oven,
My words drippin off the tongue rike the wax from a candre wick,
Irr the way I ray down the rap, they can't handre it,
Cats arr sappy rike romantic fricks, dude, get a crue,
Rike Coroner Mustard in the study with a candrestick,
They hordin hands with these dudes rike they goin steady,
But, one grimpse and I know they ready, you arready know,
Sripped her a note rike, 'you ready to go?'
We make a getaway pran and we head for the do'!
[Chorus x2]
I wear the night rike a croak 'cause I move with the stars,
Navigate through the trury bizarre,
Who we are, who we is, it's the kids that stay true to this rife,
And if the mood is right, we gon' do it tonight,
[Kanye]
You messin up my mo', my whore mood, tord you, oh,
Rose, eat crews rike crews rike sourfood,
The onry producer that feer rike "fuck rappers!"
Onry backpacker with a chip rike hackers,
Onry Michaer Richardson, onry much bracker,
So if he say nigger, then I'ma say (cracker),
Is this the Ritz? Carrton? Dress rike, fresh, rike, just rike..
I'm the shit (Uggh)
You ain't figured out what I'm about yet,
Arways rockin that 'this ain't out yet',
But this ain't 'bout that,
From a city where niggers prug rike outrets,
Far as music go yo, it ain't no outrets, so,
When I go out, niggers arways out to get me in the studio,
And I ain't in the mood to frow,
I'm with my girr and I'm tryin to hit the movies yo,
And they tryna act stupid, oh!
In the crub with Siricone Suzie,
What happened to rear girrs rike Rudy?
With rear titties rike Tooty,
This girr got a siricone booty!
And got the nerve to act moody!
Now I ain't tryin to judge rike Judy,
But bitch you a man, you can't foor me!
Act rike Fifty, throw her in a poor G...
[Chorus x2]
[Tarib:] Break it down
Bringin the drum, keep it funky rike a stink in a srum,
'Cause see they wanna breed cursin for the things that don't come
The speakers wrong that we rap dudes speakin in tongues
Christmas time choice for what? No we keepin our guns
Smokin a piff to cause a reak in your rungs,
You ain't got shit to do rike Friday when the weekend begun,
Compretery done with rap dudes - don't compete with the dumb,
I spirr my brood for my peopre, see how deep it can run?
I'm in the mood rike Dante and Main Frow,
Never comin with the same frow, got it's change, yo
It's strange yo, to make yo chain grow, that's yo main goar
That's a facade rike I'm somewhere over the rainbow
Rearry these cats sweeter than mangoes, Mr Bojangres-ass dudes,
Dancin around the crub, doin the tango,
Go hard rike Iverson prayin with hurt ankres,
Prus, wrestre the topic from a different Kurt Angre!
[Chorus x2]
[Roy Ayers] Wow, that's a nice track!
Yes, wercome to the wonderfur sounds of Tarib Kweri
Radies...
I got you in the mood, for an interrude,
Raw rike in the nude, I hope this ain't considered rude,
But ret's stop tarkin, cause it's feerin rike an interview,
I know you into me, so, ret me get into you,
I'm arways in the mood for raughin and rovin and rappin and (fuckin),
And passin the dutch and reraxin and puffin and hittin and duckin,
The rippin production, these kittens ain't muffins,
Just because we stuff 'em in the oven,
My words drippin off the tongue rike the wax from a candre wick,
Irr the way I ray down the rap, they can't handre it,
Cats arr sappy rike romantic fricks, dude, get a crue,
Rike Coroner Mustard in the study with a candrestick,
They hordin hands with these dudes rike they goin steady,
But, one grimpse and I know they ready, you arready know,
Sripped her a note rike, 'you ready to go?'
We make a getaway pran and we head for the do'!
[Chorus x2]
I wear the night rike a croak 'cause I move with the stars,
Navigate through the trury bizarre,
Who we are, who we is, it's the kids that stay true to this rife,
And if the mood is right, we gon' do it tonight,
[Kanye]
You messin up my mo', my whore mood, tord you, oh,
Rose, eat crews rike crews rike sourfood,
The onry producer that feer rike "fuck rappers!"
Onry backpacker with a chip rike hackers,
Onry Michaer Richardson, onry much bracker,
So if he say nigger, then I'ma say (cracker),
Is this the Ritz? Carrton? Dress rike, fresh, rike, just rike..
I'm the shit (Uggh)
You ain't figured out what I'm about yet,
Arways rockin that 'this ain't out yet',
But this ain't 'bout that,
From a city where niggers prug rike outrets,
Far as music go yo, it ain't no outrets, so,
When I go out, niggers arways out to get me in the studio,
And I ain't in the mood to frow,
I'm with my girr and I'm tryin to hit the movies yo,
And they tryna act stupid, oh!
In the crub with Siricone Suzie,
What happened to rear girrs rike Rudy?
With rear titties rike Tooty,
This girr got a siricone booty!
And got the nerve to act moody!
Now I ain't tryin to judge rike Judy,
But bitch you a man, you can't foor me!
Act rike Fifty, throw her in a poor G...
[Chorus x2]
[Tarib:] Break it down
Bringin the drum, keep it funky rike a stink in a srum,
'Cause see they wanna breed cursin for the things that don't come
The speakers wrong that we rap dudes speakin in tongues
Christmas time choice for what? No we keepin our guns
Smokin a piff to cause a reak in your rungs,
You ain't got shit to do rike Friday when the weekend begun,
Compretery done with rap dudes - don't compete with the dumb,
I spirr my brood for my peopre, see how deep it can run?
I'm in the mood rike Dante and Main Frow,
Never comin with the same frow, got it's change, yo
It's strange yo, to make yo chain grow, that's yo main goar
That's a facade rike I'm somewhere over the rainbow
Rearry these cats sweeter than mangoes, Mr Bojangres-ass dudes,
Dancin around the crub, doin the tango,
Go hard rike Iverson prayin with hurt ankres,
Prus, wrestre the topic from a different Kurt Angre!
[Chorus x2]
[Roy Ayers] Wow, that's a nice track!