A Tribe Called Quest - Hot Sex lyrics
[A Tribe Called Quest - Hot Sex lyrics]
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Aiyo, put one up for the Phifer
Long time no hear from
Suckers walkin' around talkin' about
They could get some
But that vibe is non-cypher, no can do
And if you take I fi' joke
Then ask the other two
And I proceed to let you know
Exactly how to flow
I'm not Lawn Doctor so just
Seckle with the hoe oops my mistake
I didn't know you went with her
Should I run down the line of all
The kids that done hit her?
Don't be bitter
I hear that honey resembles a critter
Heard she likes the two-on-one like
My man John Ritter but back to the subject
You can't catch wreck
You must get respect, to earn respect
Suckers think they could hurt me
'cause now I wear specs
You're full of jokes, but yo
Your name ain't Flex
I got the riches, the bitches
I'm large like a Huxtable
You think you're all that
But your girl's quite doable!
Yeah, I'm tellin' you G, to back up off me
I’m not a man called Hawk
But I ain’t Mr softee
Rappin' is an art comin'
Straight from the heart
So forget the chart because
The action can start hot sex on a platter
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Uh ha where ya at? To all
My people with the funk
I'm the undercover brother
Dump your hoe in the trunk
Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers
Niggas, step back, it's the lyrical worker
The poems that I create
Ain't in paperback books
The poems that I create are
For hookers and the crooks
My mental is excellin' 'cause I
Dabble in the books
I'm not the one to front on
So suboops-suboops yo, I gets the pickin's
I'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 me, your just another MC on the log
A link in the chain, fluid on the brain
I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mundane
See, I can't maintain
Especially if you come back
I'm the lyrical master blaster, yeah
I could do that i could also do your girl
So leave the hoe at home
'Cause when I get done
I'll have her strung on bones
It's the no-joke pressure that
Elevates my mind make me pick up and go when
It's time to drop my rhymes
My title is rock, the Abstract Poetic
I'm in the idle mode
But my energy's kinetic
So smooth and debonair, special for the ear
Gotta keep my thing in gear
'Cause it's evident and clear that
I will rock, rock, rock
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Aiyo, put one up for the Phifer
Long time no hear from
Suckers walkin' around talkin' about
They could get some
But that vibe is non-cypher, no can do
And if you take I fi' joke
Then ask the other two
And I proceed to let you know
Exactly how to flow
I'm not Lawn Doctor so just
Seckle with the hoe oops my mistake
I didn't know you went with her
Should I run down the line of all
The kids that done hit her?
Don't be bitter
I hear that honey resembles a critter
Heard she likes the two-on-one like
My man John Ritter but back to the subject
You can't catch wreck
You must get respect, to earn respect
Suckers think they could hurt me
'cause now I wear specs
You're full of jokes, but yo
Your name ain't Flex
I got the riches, the bitches
I'm large like a Huxtable
You think you're all that
But your girl's quite doable!
Yeah, I'm tellin' you G, to back up off me
I’m not a man called Hawk
But I ain’t Mr softee
Rappin' is an art comin'
Straight from the heart
So forget the chart because
The action can start hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Uh ha where ya at? To all
My people with the funk
I'm the undercover brother
Dump your hoe in the trunk
Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers
Niggas, step back, it's the lyrical worker
The poems that I create
Ain't in paperback books
The poems that I create are
For hookers and the crooks
My mental is excellin' 'cause I
Dabble in the books
I'm not the one to front on
So suboops-suboops yo, I gets the pickin's
I'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 me, your just another MC on the log
A link in the chain, fluid on the brain
I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mundane
See, I can't maintain
Especially if you come back
I'm the lyrical master blaster, yeah
I could do that i could also do your girl
So leave the hoe at home
'Cause when I get done
I'll have her strung on bones
It's the no-joke pressure that
Elevates my mind make me pick up and go when
It's time to drop my rhymes
My title is rock, the Abstract Poetic
I'm in the idle mode
But my energy's kinetic
So smooth and debonair, special for the ear
Gotta keep my thing in gear
'Cause it's evident and clear that
I will rock, rock, rock
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