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Artiste : A Tribe Called Quest
Titre : Hot Sex
[Ali Shaheed Muhammad]
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter

Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter

[Phife Dawg]
Ayo, put one up for the Phifer, long time no hear from
Suckers walkin´ around talking about they could get some
But that vibe is non cypher, no can do
And if you take I fi´ joke, then ask the other two
And I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow
I´m not Lawn Doctor so just seckle with the hoe
Oops...my mistake, I didn´t know you went with her

Should I run down the line of all the kids that done hit her?
Don´t be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critter
Heard she likes the two-on-one like 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 hurt me, ´cause now I wear specs
You´re full of jokes, but yo, your name ain´t Flex
I got the riches, the bitches, I´m large like a Huxtable
You think you´re all that, but your girl´s quite doable!
Yeah, I´m tellin´ you G, to back up off me
I’m not a man called Hawk, but I ain’t Mr. Softee

Rappin´ is an art, coming straight from the heart
So forget the chart because the action can start

[Ali Shaheed Muhammad]
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter

[Q-Tip]
Ha...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

Niggas step back, it´s the lyrical worker
The poems that I create ain´t in paperback books
The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks
My mental is excelling ´cause I dabble in the books
I´m not the one to front on, so suboops-suboops
Yo, I gets the pickin´s, 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 in the chain, fluid on the brain
I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mundane
See, I can´t maintain, especially if you come back
I´m the lyrical master blaster, yeah, I could do that

I could also do your girl, so leave the hoe at home
´Cause when I get done, I´ll have her strung on bones
It´s the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mind
Make me pick up and go when it´s time to drop my rhymes
My title is rock, the Abstract Poetic
I´m in the idle mode but my energy´s kinetic
So smooth and debonair, special for the ear
Gotta keep my thing in gear
´Cause it´s evident and clear that I will rock, rock, rock...

[Ali Shaheed Muhammad]
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter

Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter