Electric Relaxation Lyrics

A Tribe Called Quest - Electric Relaxation Lyrics

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Electric Relaxation Lyrics


Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down (4X)Verse One: Q-Tip, Phife DawgHoney, check it out, you got me mesmerizedWith your black hair and fat-ass thighsStreet poetry is my everydayBut yo, I gotta stop when you trot my wayIf I was workin at the club you would not payAiyyo, my man Phife Diggy, 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 youYo, I took you outBut sex was on my mind for the whole damn routeMy mind was in a frenzy and a horny stateBut I couldn't drop dimes cause *you couldnÕt relate*ChorusVerse Two: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg Stretch out your legs, let me make you bawlDrive you insane, drive you up the wallStarin at your dome-piece, very strongStronger Than Pride, stronger than TeflonTake you on the ave and you buy me linksNow I wanna pound the putang until it stinksYou 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 thatI'll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speakOr we could do like Uncle L and swing an ep in my jeepKeep it in the down, yo, we keep it discreteSee, I'm not the type to kid to have my biz in the streets If my mom donÕt 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 furnitureShaheed, Phife and the Extra PStacy, ? DJ and my man L.G.They know the Abstract is really soul on iceThe character is of men, never ever of miceShorty let me tell you about my only viceIt has to do with lots of lovin and *it ain't nuthin nice*Chorus

A Tribe Called Quest Electric Relaxation