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0-9 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S Т U V W X Y Z
А Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И Й К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Ъ Ы Ь Э Ю Я

A Tribe Called Quest - Electric Relaxation



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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, dig it, 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 couldnХt 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 cries, 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 donХt 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




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