A Tribe Called Quest - Hot Sex Lyrics
ChorusVerse one: phifeAyo who wanna pull on phifer long time no hear fromSuckers walkin around talking about they could get someBut that pop is non cypher, no can doAnd if you think Im a dope, then ask the other crewAnd I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flowIm not lawn doctor so just step off with the hoeOops my mistake I didnt know you went with herShould I run down the line of the all the kids that done hit herDont be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critterI heard she likes to do one-one my man john ritterBut back to the subject you cant catch wreckYou must get respect, to earn respectSuckers think they could herb me cuz know I where specksYoure full of jokes, but you your name aint flexI got the riches, the *****es, Im large like a huxtableYou think youre all that but youre girls quite doableYeah, Im tellin you g, to back up off meIm not a mad cohort, but Im not mr. softeeRappin is an art, coming straight from the heartSo forget the chart because the action can startChorusVerse two: q-tipWhere ya at? to all my peoples with the funkIm the undercover brother dump your hoe in the trunkSave all the sad songs and the tearjerkersNiggaz step up its the lyrical workerThe poems that I create aint in paper back booksThe poems that I create are for hookers and the crooksMy mental is excelling cuz I dabble in the booksIm not the one to front on, so suboops-suboopsYo I gets the pickens, Im such a damn dickensIf you step to this then the plot just thickensIll run you around the track like a bunny and a dogTo me, your just another mc on the logA link on the chain, fluid on the brainI boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mardaneSee I cant maintain, especially if you come backIm the lyrical master blaster, yeah I can do thatI can also do your girl, so leave the hoe at homeCuz when I get done, Ill have her strung on bonesIts the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mindMakes me pick up and go when its time to drop a rhymeMy title is locked, the abstract poeticIm in the idle mode but my energys kineticSo smooth and debonair, especially for the earGotta keep my thing in gear cuz its evident and clearThat I will rock, rock, rock [fades away]Chorus
