- A Tribe Called Quest Hot Sex 歌詞
- A Tribe Called Quest
- Hot sex on a platter [Repeat 8X]
Ayo, put one up for the Phifer, long time no hear from
Suckers walkin around talking about they could get some
But that vibe is non cypher, no can do
And if you take I fi joke, then ask the other two
And I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow
Im not Lawn Doctor so just seckle with the hoe
Oops. ..my mistake, I didnt know you went with her
Should I run down the line of all the kids that done hit her?
Dont be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critter
Heard she likes the two-on-one like my man John Ritter
But back to the subject, you cant catch wreck
You must get respect, to earn respect
Suckers think they could hurt me, cause now I wear specs
Youre full of jokes, but yo, your name aint Flex
I got the riches, the bitches, Im large like a Huxtable
You think youre all that, but your girls quite doable!
Yeah , Im tellin you G, to back up off me
I'm not a man called Hawk, but I ain't Mr. Softee
Rappin is an art, coming straight from the heart
So forget the chart because the action can start
Hot sex on a platter [Repeat 8X]
Ha...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
Niggas step back, its the lyrical worker
The poems that I create aint in paperback books
The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks
My mental is excelling cause I dabble in the books
Im not the one to front on, so suboops-suboops
Yo, I gets the pickins, 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 in the chain, fluid on the brain
I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mundane
See, I cant maintain, especially if you come back
Im the lyrical master blaster, yeah, I could do that
I could also do your girl, so leave the hoe at home
Cause when I get done, Ill have her strung on bones
Its the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mind
Make me pick up and go when its time to drop my rhymes
My title is rock, the Abstract Poetic
Im in the idle mode but my energys kinetic
So smooth and debonair, special for the ear
Gotta keep my thing in gear
Cause its evident and clear that I will rock, rock, rock...
Hot sex on a platter [Repeat 8X]
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