I Left My Wallet In El Segundo Lyrics

A Tribe Called Quest

Okay, si guitara Okay sir, let's start with this What's your name? Q Tip Where were you goin'? [Incomprehensible]
Left my wallet in El Segundo Left my wallet in El Segundo Left my wallet in El Segundo I gotta get it, I got, got to get it
I left my wallet in El Segundo Left my wallet in El Segundo Left my wallet in El Segundo I gotta get it, I got, got to get it
My mother went away for a month long trip Her an' some friends on a ocean liner ship She made a big mistake by leavin' me home I had to roam, so I picked up the phone
Dialed Ali up to see what was goin' down Told him I pick him up so we could drive around Took the Dodge Dart, a '74 My mother left a yard but I needed one more
Shaheed had me covered with a hundred greenbacks So we left Brooklyn an' we made big tracks Drove down the Belt, got on the Conduit Came to a toll, we paid an' went through it
Had no destination, we was on a quest Ali laid in the back so he can get rest Drove down the road for two days an' a half The sun had just risen on a dusty path
Just then a figure had caught my eye A man with a sombrero who was four feet high I pulled over to ask where we was at His index finger, he tipped up his hat
"El Segundo," he said, "My name is Pedro If you need directions, I'll tell you pronto" Needed civilization, some sort of reservation He said a mile south, there's a fast food station
Thanks, senor, as I started the motor Ali said, "Damn, Tip, what did you drive so far for?" Well describe to me what the wallet looks like
Anyway a gas station we passed We got gas an' went on to get grub It was a nice little pub in the middle of nowhere Anywhere would have been better
I ordered enchiladas an' I ate 'em Ali had the fruit punch When we finished we thought for ways to get back I had a hunch
Ali said, "Pay for lunch" So I did it, pulled out the wallet An' I saw this wicked beautiful lady She was a waitress there
Put the wallet down an' stared an' stared To put me back into reality, here's Shaheed "Yo, Tip, man, you got what you need?"
I checked for keys an' started to step What do you know, my wallet, I forget Yo, it was a brown wallet, it had props numbers Had my jimmy hats, I got to get it man
Lord, have mercy The heat got hotter, Ali starts to curse me I fell bad but he make me feel badder Chit chit chatter, car starts to scatter
Breakin' on out, we was Northeast bound Jettin' on down at the speed of sound Three days comin' an' three more goin' We get back an' there was no slack
490 Madison, "We're here, Sha" He said, "All right, Tip, see you tomorrow" Thinkin' about the past week, the last week Hands go in my pocket, I can't speak
Hopped in the car an' torpe'ed to the shack Of Shaheed, "We gotta go back" When he said, "Why?", I said, "We gotta go 'Cause I left my wallet in El Segundo"
Yeah, I left my wallet in El Segundo Left my wallet in El Segundo Left my wallet in El Segundo I gotta get it, I got, got to get it
Left my wallet in El Segundo Left my wallet in El Segundo Left my wallet in El Segundo C'mon let's go, c'mon let's go, c'mon let's go
[Incomprehensible]

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