Hot Sex Lyrics
<t&[ Lyrics from: http://www.cloverlyrics.com/e1595-a_tribe_called_quest~hot_sex_lyrics.html ]#97;ble class="top100" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="760" border="0"><tr class="content"><td class="top100"><div>Chorus<br /><br />Verse one: phife<br /><br />Ayo who wanna pull on phifer long time no hear from<br />Suckers walkin’ around talking about they could get some<br />But that pop is non cypher, no can do<br />And if you think I’m a dope, then ask the other crew<br />And I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow<br />I’m not lawn doctor so just step off with the hoe<br />Oops my mistake I didn’t know you went with her<br />Should I run down the line of the all the kids that done hit her<br />Don’t be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critter<br />I heard she likes to do one-one my man john ritter<br />But back to the subject you can’t catch wreck<br />You must get respect, to earn respect<br />Suckers think they could herb me cuz know I where specks<br />You’re full of jokes, but you your name ain’t flex<br />I got the riches, the bitches, I’m large like a huxtable<br />You think you’re all that but you’re girl’s quite doable<br />Yeah, I’m tellin’ you g, to back up off me<br />I’m not a mad cohort, but I’m not mr. softee<br />Rappin’ is an art, coming straight from the heart<br />So forget the chart because the action can start<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />Verse two: q-tip<br /><br />Where ya at? to all my peoples with the funk<br />I’m the undercover brother dump your hoe in the trunk<br />Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers<br />Niggaz step up it’s the lyrical worker<br />The poems that I create ain’t in paper back books<br />The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks<br />My mental is excelling cuz I dabble in the books<br />I’m not the one to front on, so suboops-suboops<br />Yo I gets the pickens, I’m such a damn dickens<br />If you step to this then the plot just thickens<br />I’ll run you around the track like a bunny and a dog<br />To me, your just another mc on the log<br />A link on the chain, fluid on the brain<br />I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mardane<br />See I can’t maintain, especially if you come back<br />I’m the lyrical master blaster, yeah I can do that<br />I can also do your girl, so leave the hoe at home<br />Cuz when I get done, I’ll have her strung on bones<br />It’s the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mind<br />Makes me pick up and go when it’s time to drop a rhyme<br />My title is locked, the abstract poetic<br />I’m in the idle mode but my energy’s kinetic<br />So smooth and debonair, especially for the ear<br />Gotta keep my thing in gear cuz it’s evident and clear<br />That I will rock, rock, rock [fades away]<br /><br />Chorus<br />