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Текст песни A Tribe Called Quest - Hot Sex

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Chorus[Phife Dawg]Ayo 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 I`m a dope, then ask the other crewAnd I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flowI`m not Lawn Doctor so just step off with the hoeOops my mistake I didn`t know you went with herShould I run down the line of the all the kids that done hit herDon`t be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critterI heard she likes the two on one like my man John RitterBut back to the subject you can`t catch wreckYou must get respect, to earn respectSuckers think they could herb me cuz know I where specksYou`re full of jokes, but you your name ain`t flexI got the riches, the bitches, I`m large like a HuxtableYou think you`re all that but you`re girl`s quite doableYeah, I`m tellin` you G, to back up off meI`m not a mad cohort, but I`m not Mr. SofteeRappin` is an art, coming straight from the heartSo forget the chart because the action can startChorus[Q-Tip]... where ya at? To all my peoples with the funkI`m the undercover brother dump your hoe in the trunkSave all the sad songs and the tearjerkersNiggaz step up it`s the lyrical workerThe poems that I create ain`t in paper back booksThe poems that I create are for hookers and the crooksMy mental is excelling cuz I dabble in the booksI`m not the one to front on, so suboops-suboopsYo I gets the pickens, I`m such a damn DickensIf you step to this then the plot just thickensI`ll 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 can`t maintain, especially if you come backI`m the lyrical master blaster, yeah I can do thatI can also do your girl, so leave the hoe at homeCuz when I get done, I`ll have her strung on bonesIt`s the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mindMakes me pick up and go when it`s time to drop a rhymeMy title is locked, the Abstract poeticI`m in the idle mode but my energy`s kineticSo smooth and debonair, especially for the earGotta keep my thing in gear cuz it`s evident and clearThat I will rock, rock, rock [fades away]Chorus