Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down (4X)
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Verse One: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg
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Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized
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With your black hair and fat-ass thighs
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Street poetry is my everyday
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But yo, I gotta stop when you trot my way
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If I was workin at the club you would not pay
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Aiyyo, my man Phife, dig it, he got somthin to say
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I like em brown, yellow, Puero Rican or Hatian
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Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation
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Told you in the jam that We Can Get Down
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Now let's Knock the Boots like the group H-Town
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You got BBD all on your bedroom wall
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But I'm Above the Rim and this is how I ball
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A pretty little somethin on the New York street
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This is how I represent over this here beat
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Talkin bout you
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Yo, I took you out
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But sex was on my mind for the whole damn route
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My mind was in a frenzy and a horny state
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But I couldn't drop dimes cause *you couldn? relate*
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Chorus
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Verse Two: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg
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Stretch out your legs, let me make you bawl
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Drive you insane, drive you up the wall
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Starin at your dome-piece, very strong
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Stronger than cries, stronger than Teflon
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Take you on the ave and you buy me links
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Now I wanna pound the putang until it stinks
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You can be my mama and I'll be your boy
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Original rude boy, never am I coy
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You can be a shorty in my ill convoy
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Not to come across as a thug or a hood
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But hon, you got the goods, like Madeline Woods
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By the way, my name's Malik
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The Five-Foot Freak
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Let's say we get together by the end of the week
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She simply said, "No," labelled me a hoe
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I said, "How you figure?" "My friends told me so."
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I hate when silly groupies wanna run they yap
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Word to God, hon, I don't get down like that
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I'll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speak
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Or we could do like Uncle L and swing an ep in my jeep
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Keep it in the down, yo, we keep it discrete
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See, I'm not the type to kid to have my biz in the streets
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If my mom don? approve, then I'll just elope
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Let me sink the little man from inside the boat
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Let me hit it from the back, girl I won't catch a hernia
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Bust off on your couch, now you got semen's furniture
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Shaheed, Phife and the Extra P
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Stacy, ? DJ and my man L.G.
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They know the Abstract is really soul on ice
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The character is of men, never ever of mice
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Shorty let me tell you about my only vice
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It has to do with lots of lovin and *it ain't nuthin nice*
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Chorus
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Electric Relaxation (Relax Yourself Girl)
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| A Tribe Called Quest |
