A Tribe Called Quest - Electric Relaxation Lyrics
++ corrections to this address onlyRelax yourself girl, please set-tle down (4x)Verse one: q-tip, phife dawgHoney, check it out, you got me mesmerizedWith your black hair and fat-ass thighsStreet poetry is my everydayBut yo, I gotta stop when you trot my wayIf I was workin at the club you would not payAiyyo, my man phife diggy, he got somthin to sayI like em brown, yellow, puero rican or hatianName is phife dawg from the zulu nationTold you in the jam that we can get downNow lets knock the boots like the group h-townYou got bbd all on your bedroom wallBut Im above the rim and this is how I ballA pretty little somethin on the new york streetThis is how I represent over this here beatTalkin bout youYo, I took you outBut sex was on my mind for the whole damn routeMy mind was in a frenzy and a horny stateBut I couldnt drop dimes cause *you couldnt relate*ChorusVerse two: q-tip, phife dawgStretch out your legs, let me make you bawlDrive you insane, drive you up the wallStarin at your dome-piece, very strongStronger than pride, stronger than teflonTake you on the ave and you buy me linksNow I wanna pound the putang until it stinksYou can be my mama and Ill be your boyOriginal rude boy, never am I coyYou can be a shorty in my ill convoyNot to come across as a thug or a hoodBut hon, you got the goods, like madeline woodsBy the way, my names malikThe five-foot freakLets say we get together by the end of the weekShe simply said, no, labelled me a hoeI said, how you figure? my friends told me so.I hate when silly groupies wanna run they yapWord to god, hon, I dont get down like thatIll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speakOr we could do like uncle l and swing an ep in my jeepKeep it in the down, yo, we keep it discreteSee, Im not the type to kid to have my biz in the streetsIf my mom dont approve, then Ill just elopeLet me sink the little man from inside the boatLet me hit it from the back, girl I wont catch a herniaBust off on your couch, now you got semens furnitureShaheed, phife and the extra pStacy, ? dj and my man l.g.They know the abstract is really soul on iceThe character is of men, never ever of miceShorty let me tell you about my only viceIt has to do with lots of lovin and *it aint nuthin nice*Chorus
