A Tribe Called Quest - Hot Sex lyrics

rate me

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Verse one: phife

Ayo who wanna pull on phifer long time no hear from

Suckers walkin' around talking about they could get some

But that pop is non cypherno can do

And if you think I'm a dopethen ask the other crew

And I proceed to let you knowexactly how to flow

I'm not lawn doctor so just step off with the hoe

Oops my mistake I didn't know you went with her

Should I run down the line of the all the kids that done hit her

Don't be bitterI hear that honey resembles a critter

I heard she likes to do one-one my man john ritter

But back to the subject you can't catch wreck

You must get respectto earn respect

Suckers think they could herb me cuz know I where specks

You're full of jokesbut you your name ain't flex

I got the richesthe bitchesI'm large like a huxtable

You think you're all that but you're girl's quite doable

YeahI'm tellin' you gto back up off me

I'm not a mad cohortbut I'm not mr. softee

Rappin' is an artcoming straight from the heart

So forget the chart because the action can start

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Verse two: q-tip

Where ya at? to all my peoples with the funk

I'm the undercover brother dump your hoe in the trunk

Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers

Niggaz step up it's the lyrical worker

The poems that I create ain't in paper back books

The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks

My mental is excelling cuz I dabble in the books

I'm not the one to front onso suboops-suboops

Yo I gets the pickensI'm such a damn dickens

If you step to this then the plot just thickens

I'll run you around the track like a bunny and a dog

To meyour just another mc on the log

A link on the chainfluid on the brain

I boast of hype lyricsand yours are mardane

See I can't maintainespecially if you come back

I'm the lyrical master blasteryeah I can do that

I can also do your girlso leave the hoe at home

Cuz when I get doneI'll have her strung on bones

It's the no-joke pressurethat elevates my mind

Makes me pick up and go when it's time to drop a rhyme

My title is lockedthe abstract poetic

I'm in the idle mode but my energy's kinetic

So smooth and debonairespecially for the ear

Gotta keep my thing in gear cuz it's evident and clear

That I will rockrockrock [fades away]

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