<div>++ corrections to this address only<br /><br />Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down (4x)<br /><br />Verse one: q-tip, phife dawg<br /><br />Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized<br />With your black hair and fat-ass thighs<br />Street poetry is my everyday<br />But yo, I gotta stop when you trot my way<br />If I was workin at the club you would not pay<br />Aiyyo, my man phife diggy, he got somthin to say<br /><br />I like em brown, yellow, puero rican or hatian<br />Name is phife dawg from the zulu nation<br />Told you in the jam that we can get down<br />Now let’s knock the boots like the group h-town<br />You got bbd all on your bedroom wall<br />But I’m above the rim and this is how I ball<br />A pretty little somethin on the new york street<br />This is how I represent over this here beat<br />Talkin bout you<br /><br />Yo, I took you out<br />But sex was on my mind for the whole damn route<br />My mind was in a frenzy and a horny state<br />But I couldn’t drop dimes cause *you couldnõt relate*<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />Verse two: q-tip, phife dawg<br /><br />Stretch out your legs, let me make you bawl<br />Drive you insane, drive you up the wall<br />Starin at your dome-piece, very strong<br />Stronger than pride, stronger than teflon<br />Take you on the ave and you buy me links<br />Now I wanna pound the putang until it stinks<br />You can be my mama and I’ll be your boy<br /><br />Original rude boy, never am I coy<br />You can be a shorty in my ill convoy<br />Not to come across as a thug or a hood<br />But hon, you got the goods, like madeline woods<br />By the way, my name’s malik<br />The five-foot freak<br />Let’s say we get together by the end of the week<br />She simply said, no, labelled me a hoe<br />I said, how you figure? my friends told me so.<br />I hate when silly groupies wanna run they yap<br />Word to god, hon, I don’t get down like that<br /><br />I’ll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speak<br />Or we could do like uncle l and swing an ep in my jeep<br />Keep it in the down, yo, we keep it discrete<br />See, I’m not the type to kid to have my biz in the streets<br /><br />If my mom donõt approve, then I’ll just elope<br />Let me sink the little man from inside the boat<br />Let me hit it from the back, girl I won’t catch a hernia<br />Bust off on your couch, now you got semen’s furniture<br /><br />Shaheed, phife and the extra p<br />Stacy, ? dj and my man l.g.<br />They know the abstract is really soul on ice<br />The character is of men, never ever of mice<br />Shorty let me tell you about my only vice<br />It has to do with lots of lovin and *it ain’t nuthin nice*<br /><br />Chorus<br />
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