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      Electric Relaxation

      Electric Relaxation

      A Tribe Called Quest

      Album: The Final Show

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      A Tribe Called Quest - Electric Relaxation Música y Letra

      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 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 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*
      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 Pride, 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 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 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*

      A Tribe Called Quest - Electric Relaxation Música y Letra






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