A Tribe Called Quest - Electric Relaxation lyrics

rate me

Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down (4X)

Verse One: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg

Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized

With your black hair and fat-ass thighs

Street poetry is my everyday

But yo, I gotta stop when you trot my way

If I was workin at the club you would not pay

Aiyyo, my man Phife diggy, he got somthin to say

I like em brown, yellow, Puero Rican or Hatian

Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation

Told you in the jam that We Can Get Down

Now let's Knock the Boots like the group H-Town

You got BBD all on your bedroom wall

But I'm Above the Rim and this is how I ball

A gritty little somethin on the New York street

This is how I represent over this here beat

Talkin bout you

Yo, I took you out

But sex was on my mind for the whole damn route

My mind was in a frenzy and a horny state

But I couldn't drop dimes cause *you couldnt relate*

Chorus

Verse Two: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg

Stretch out your legs, let me make you bawl

Drive you insane, drive you up the wall

Starin at your dome-piece, very strong

Stronger than pride, stronger than Teflon

Take you on the ave and you buy me links

Now I wanna pound the putang until it stinks

You can be my mama and I'll be your boy

Original rude boy, never am I coy

You can be a shorty in my ill convoy

Not to come across as a thug or a hood

But hon, you got the goods, like Madeline Woods

By the way, my name's Malik

The Five-Foot Freak

Let's say we get together by the end of the week

She simply said, "No," labelled me a hoe

I said, "How you figure?" "My friends told me so."

I hate when silly groupies wanna run they yap

Word to God, hon, I don't get down like that

I'll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speak

Or we could do like Uncle L and swing an ef in my jeep

Keep it in the down, yo, we keep it discrete

See, I'm not the type to kid to have my biz in the streets

If my mom don't approve, then I'll just elope

Let me sink the little man from inside the boat

Let me hit it from the back, girl I won't catch a hernia

Bust off on your couch, now you got semen's furniture

Shaheed, Phife and the Extra P

Stacy, ? DJ and my man L.G.

They know the Abstract is really soul on ice

The character is of man, never ever of mice

Shorty let me tell you about my only advice

It has to do with lots of lovin and *it ain't nuthin nice*

Chorus

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