A TRIBE CALLED QUEST, ELECTRIC RELAXATION Letras de Canciones

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Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down

Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized
With your black hair and your 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, dig it, he got somethin' to say

I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian
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 B.B.D. 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 'cuz you couldn't relate

Relax yourself girl, please settle down
(You couldn't relate)
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
(You couldn't relate)
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down

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 cries, stronger than Teflon
Take you on the ave and you buy me links
Now I wanna pound the Putang until it stinks
You could 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 on the down, yo, we keep it discreet
See, I'm not the type to kid to have my biz in the streets

If my mom don't approve, then I'll just elope
Let me save 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, Philo, 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 nothin' nice

Relax yourself girl, please settle down
(It ain't nothin' nice)
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
(It ain't nothin' nice)
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down

Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
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