A Tribe Called Quest - Hot Sex Lyrics

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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 cypher no can do

And if you think Im a dope then ask the other crew

And I proceed to let you know exactly how to flow

Im not lawn doctor so just step off with the hoe

Oops my mistake I didnt know you went with her

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

Dont be bitter I hear that honey resembles a critter

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

But back to the subject you cant catch wreck

You must get respect to earn respect

Suckers think they could herb me cuz know I where specks

Youre full of jokes but you your name aint flex

I got the riches the bitches Im large like a huxtable

You think youre all that but youre girls quite doable

Yeah Im tellin you g to back up off me

Im not a mad cohort but Im not mr. softee

Rappin is an art coming 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

Im the undercover brother dump your hoe in the trunk

Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers

Niggaz step up its the lyrical worker

The poems that I create aint 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

Im not the one to front on so suboops-suboops

Yo I gets the pickens Im such a damn dickens

If you step to this then the plot just thickens

Ill run you around the track like a bunny and a dog

To me your just another mc on the log

A link on the chain fluid on the brain

I boast of hype lyrics and yours are mardane

See I cant maintain especially if you come back

Im the lyrical master blaster yeah I can do that

I can also do your girl so leave the hoe at home

Cuz when I get done Ill have her strung on bones

Its the no-joke pressure that elevates my mind

Makes me pick up and go when its time to drop a rhyme

My title is locked the abstract poetic

Im in the idle mode but my energys kinetic

So smooth and debonair especially for the ear

Gotta keep my thing in gear cuz its evident and clear

That I will rock rock rock [fades away]

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