After Hours Lyrics
Chorus (After Hours it was cool x8)Q-Tip:Ten after one I think I'll hop the horseDowntown late of three of courseJust came from fishing couldn't get a catchDowntown they'll probably have a batchA whitened sandwich and again it stoppedBut with the bail though I had a boutSo I exchanged it for some apple juiceI had the blues but I shook them looseA jeep is blasting from the urban streetsLoots of funk over hardcore beatsThe moon dabbles in the morning skyAs the minutes just creep on byI get a thought and hear comes my TribeRitual shakes and in good vibesLike always the Quest beginsIn the mist though but the rhyth's move inWe find a spot and we sit and chatSpeaking on the status quo of rapA derelick makes a real long speachWe pay attention to the words he readWhen he was done we rattled onThere was no lunch because it wasn't dawnWe pointed things out about this timesThe worlds famons and the crazy crimesInflation of the nation, it bothers meI better go gold, to pay the taxesGotta be swift societyThe man whose made is the man who maxesThe grounds for living are being discussedAs we go it gets close to duskGather thoughts and savor breathCause there's only a few hours leftChorus:After Hours it was cool (x8)Q-Tip:Me ohh my, hey-hey, hey-heyThe human hours are here to stayThis is how it seems(?) my witnessBug out all night, ask Phife, he's with thisGirls be screaming on this conversationI have my two cents for a revelationAnd my watch continuously tic-tocsShaheed will bring up the beats that rocksI hear the frogs and the smashing of bottlesA car revs up and I hear it trottleIt probably moves with the morning windOhh my God, here's Phife again(?) talking about last nights gameTrying to remember someone's nameSo hear the frogs dancing in the streetsOnce again Ali will bring up the beatLike this(Sounds of frogs)Q-Tip:The beat is over and so is the nightThe sun is risen and the shine is brightWe all say peace and go our separate waysYouth is fading as we gain our daysExpedition for the song is simp'The hours creep, excuse me, I mean limpAs we go you hear a gasp of laughAs we start up our rhythmic pathLike thisChorus
A Tribe Called Quest After Hours
