Текст (слова) песни: A Tribe Called Quest - Hot Sex

Chorus

Verse One: Phife

Ayo who wanna pull on Phifer long time no hear from
Suckers walkin` around talking about they could get some
But that pop is non cypher, no can do
And if you think I`m a dope, then ask the other crew
And I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow
I`m not Lawn Doctor so just step off with the hoe
Oops my mistake I didn`t know you went with her
Should I run down the line of the all the kids that done hit her
Don`t be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critter
I heard she likes to do one-one my man John Ritter
But back to the subject you can`t catch wreck
You must get respect, to earn respect
Suckers think they could herb me cuz know I where specks
You`re full of jokes, but you your name ain`t flex
I got the riches, the bitches, I`m large like a Huxtable
You think you`re all that but you`re girl`s quite doable
Yeah, I`m tellin` you G, to back up off me
I`m not a mad cohort, but I`m not Mr. Softee
Rappin` is an art, coming straight from the heart
So forget the chart because the action can start

Chorus

Verse Two: Q-Tip

Where ya at? To all my peoples with the funk
I`m the undercover brother dump your hoe in the trunk
Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers
Niggaz step up it`s the lyrical worker
The poems that I create ain`t in paper back books
The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks
My mental is excelling cuz I dabble in the books
I`m not the one to front on, so suboops-suboops
Yo I gets the pickens, I`m such a damn Dickens
If you step to this then the plot just thickens
I`ll run you around the track like a bunny and a dog
To me, your just another MC on the log
A link on the chain, fluid on the brain
I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mardane
See I can`t maintain, especially if you come back
I`m the lyrical master blaster, yeah I can do that
I can also do your girl, so leave the hoe at home
Cuz when I get done, I`ll have her strung on bones
It`s the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mind
Makes me pick up and go when it`s time to drop a rhyme
My title is locked, the Abstract poetic
I`m in the idle mode but my energy`s kinetic
So smooth and debonair, especially for the ear
Gotta keep my thing in gear cuz it`s evident and clear
That I will rock, rock, rock [fades away]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: A Tribe Called Quest - Hot Sex Chorus Verse One: Phife Ayo who wanna pull on Phifer long time no hear from Suckers walkin` around talking about they could get some But that pop is non cypher, no can do And if you think I`m a dope, then ask the other crew And I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow I`m not Lawn Doctor so just step off with the hoe Oops my mistake I didn`t know you went with her Should I run down the line of the all the kids that done hit her Don`t be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critter I heard she likes to do one-one my man John Ritter But back to the subject you can`t catch wreck You must get respect, to earn respect Suckers think they could herb me cuz know I where specks You`re full of jokes, but you your name ain`t flex I got the riches, the bitches, I`m large like a Huxtable You think you`re all that but you`re girl`s quite doable Yeah, I`m tellin` you G, to back up off me I`m not a mad cohort, but I`m not Mr. Softee Rappin` is an art, coming straight from the heart So forget the chart because the action can start Chorus Verse Two: Q-Tip Where ya at? To all my peoples with the funk I`m the undercover brother dump your hoe in the trunk Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers Niggaz step up it`s the lyrical worker The poems that I create ain`t in paper back books The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks My mental is excelling cuz I dabble in the books I`m not the one to front on, so suboops-suboops Yo I gets the pickens, I`m such a damn Dickens If you step to this then the plot just thickens I`ll run you around the track like a bunny and a dog To me, your just another MC on the log A link on the chain, fluid on the brain I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mardane See I can`t maintain, especially if you come back I`m the lyrical master blaster, yeah I can do that I can also do your girl, so leave the hoe at home Cuz when I get done, I`ll have her strung on bones It`s the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mind Makes me pick up and go when it`s time to drop a rhyme My title is locked, the Abstract poetic I`m in the idle mode but my energy`s kinetic So smooth and debonair, especially for the ear Gotta keep my thing in gear cuz it`s evident and clear That I will rock, rock, rock [fades away] Chorus Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Hot Sex: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/100/1/12083.html Все тексты песен: A Tribe Called Quest » A Tribe Called Quest - Word Play » A Tribe Called Quest - Vibes And Stuff » A Tribe Called Quest - Scenario » A Tribe Called Quest - Stressed Out » A Tribe Called Quest - I Left My Wallet In El Segundo » A Tribe Called Quest - Seperate/together » A Tribe Called Quest - Beats, Rhymes, and Life » A Tribe Called Quest - We Can Get Down » A Tribe Called Quest - Keep It Moving » A Tribe Called Quest - Buggin` Out » A Tribe Called Quest - Get A Hold » A Tribe Called Quest - Money Maker » A Tribe Called Quest - 1nce Again » A Tribe Called Quest - Its Yours » A Tribe Called Quest - Glamour and Glitz » A Tribe Called Quest - Glamour And Glitz » A Tribe Called Quest - Mr. Muhammad » A Tribe Called Quest - One Two Shit » A Tribe Called Quest - Jazz (we`ve got...)(re-recording) » A Tribe Called Quest - Skypager Рекомендуем скачать: » Максим Леонидов - Привет » Михаил Башаков - Солнце под крылом » Мультфильмы - Человек » Маршал Александр - Снайпер » Мюзикола - Твоя любовь » Машина Времени - С давних лет я любил не спектакль » Михаил Шуфутинский - Скрипач Моня » Майк Науменко, Зоопарк - Белая ночь (белое тепло) » Массква - Мой родной город » Михаил Щербаков - Песня толпы » Марина Меламед - По Ерусалиму поедут трамваи. » Мумий Тролль - Делай меня точно » Марк Фрейдкин - Тонкий шрам на любимой попе » Михаил Сипер - Характер » Михаил Кукулевич - Князь Евгений Петрович, застыло каре на снегу... » Машина Времени - Будет день » Михаил Боярский - Так не должно быть » Михаил Володин - Гадалка » Мария Кочеткова - Лист » Михаил Сипер, Василий Мешавкин - Пиратская цыганочка
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