Questo sito contribuisce alla audience di

    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 couldnÕt 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 don't 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

    Cosa ne pensi di "Electric Relaxation" di A Tribe Called Quest?

    Vota la canzone

    Fai sapere ai tuoi amici che ti piace:

      Acquista l'album

      Commenti

      Invia il tuo commento

      Disclaimer [leggi/nascondi]

      Guida alla scrittura dei commenti