| A Tribe Called Quest lyrics
Electric Relaxation lyrics ++ corrections to this address only
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 pretty 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 couldnÕt 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 ep 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 donÕt 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 men, never ever of mice
Shorty let me tell you about my only vice
It has to do with lots of lovin and *it ain't nuthin nice*
Chorus
Other A Tribe Called Quest lyrics:
After Hours lyrics Footprint lyrics Go Ahead in the Rain lyrics Ham n' Eggs lyrics Mr. Muhammad lyrics Youthful Expression lyrics Pubic Enemy lyrics Push It Along lyrics Rhythm (Devoted to the Art of Moving Butts) lyrics The Infamous Date Rape lyrics Verses from the Abstract lyrics Butter lyrics Everything is Fair lyrics Excursions lyrics Rap Promoter lyrics Show Business lyrics Skypager lyrics What? lyrics 8 Million Stories lyrics Clap Your Hands lyrics Lyrics To Go lyrics Midnight lyrics Midnight Marauders Tour Guide lyrics Steve Biko (Stir It Up) lyrics God Lives Through lyrics Keep It Rollin' lyrics The Chase Pt. II lyrics We Can Get Down lyrics 1nce Again lyrics Baby Phife's Return lyrics Crew lyrics Get A Hold lyrics Motivators lyrics Phony Rappers lyrics The Hop lyrics The Pressure lyrics What Really Goes On lyrics Word Play lyrics Jam lyrics Mind Power lyrics 4 Moms lyrics Common Ground (Get It Going On) lyrics Da Booty lyrics Give Me lyrics His Name is Mutty Ranks lyrics Jazz (We've Got...)(Re-recording) lyrics Like It Like That lyrics One Two Shit lyrics Scenario (Remix) lyrics Steppin' It Up lyrics Against the World lyrics Busta's Lament lyrics Hot 4 U lyrics Money Maker lyrics Rock Rock Y'all lyrics Start It Up lyrics The Love lyrics Award Tour lyrics Bonita Applebum lyrics Can I Kick It? lyrics Check the Rhime lyrics Description Of A Fool lyrics Hot Sex lyrics If The Papes Come lyrics Keep It Moving lyrics Oh My God lyrics Scenario lyrics Stressed Out lyrics Buggin' Out lyrics Find A Way lyrics I Left My Wallet in El Segundo lyrics Jazz (We Got the...) lyrics Luck of Lucien lyrics Sucka Nigga lyrics Vivrant Thing lyrics
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