Lirik Lagu Hot Sex - A Tribe Called Quest
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Chorus
Verse One: Phife
Ayo who wanna pull on Phifer long time no hear fromSuckers walkin' around talking about they could get someBut that pop is non cypher, no can doAnd if you think I'm a dope, then ask the other crewAnd I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flowI'm not Lawn Doctor so just step off with the hoeOops my mistake I didn't know you went with herShould I run down the line of the all the kids that done hit herDon't be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critterI heard she likes to do one-one my man John RitterBut back to the subject you can't catch wreckYou must get respect, to earn respectSuckers think they could herb me cuz know I where specksYou're full of jokes, but you your name ain't flexI got the riches, the bitches, I'm large like a HuxtableYou think you're all that but you're girl's quite doableYeah, I'm tellin' you G, to back up off meI'm not a mad cohort, but I'm not Mr. SofteeRappin' is an art, coming straight from the heartSo forget the chart because the action can start
Chorus
Verse Two: Q-Tip
Where ya at? To all my peoples with the funkI'm the undercover brother dump your hoe in the trunkSave all the sad songs and the tearjerkersNiggaz step up it's the lyrical workerThe poems that I create ain't in paper back booksThe poems that I create are for hookers and the crooksMy mental is excelling cuz I dabble in the booksI'm not the one to front on, so suboops-suboopsYo I gets the pickens, I'm such a damn DickensIf you step to this then the plot just thickensI'll run you around the track like a bunny and a dogTo me, your just another MC on the logA link on the chain, fluid on the brainI boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mardaneSee I can't maintain, especially if you come backI'm the lyrical master blaster, yeah I can do thatI can also do your girl, so leave the hoe at homeCuz when I get done, I'll have her strung on bonesIt's the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mindMakes me pick up and go when it's time to drop a rhymeMy title is locked, the Abstract poeticI'm in the idle mode but my energy's kineticSo smooth and debonair, especially for the earGotta keep my thing in gear cuz it's evident and clearThat I will rock, rock, rock [fades away]
Chorus
Verse One: Phife
Ayo who wanna pull on Phifer long time no hear fromSuckers walkin' around talking about they could get someBut that pop is non cypher, no can doAnd if you think I'm a dope, then ask the other crewAnd I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flowI'm not Lawn Doctor so just step off with the hoeOops my mistake I didn't know you went with herShould I run down the line of the all the kids that done hit herDon't be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critterI heard she likes to do one-one my man John RitterBut back to the subject you can't catch wreckYou must get respect, to earn respectSuckers think they could herb me cuz know I where specksYou're full of jokes, but you your name ain't flexI got the riches, the bitches, I'm large like a HuxtableYou think you're all that but you're girl's quite doableYeah, I'm tellin' you G, to back up off meI'm not a mad cohort, but I'm not Mr. SofteeRappin' is an art, coming straight from the heartSo forget the chart because the action can start
Chorus
Verse Two: Q-Tip
Where ya at? To all my peoples with the funkI'm the undercover brother dump your hoe in the trunkSave all the sad songs and the tearjerkersNiggaz step up it's the lyrical workerThe poems that I create ain't in paper back booksThe poems that I create are for hookers and the crooksMy mental is excelling cuz I dabble in the booksI'm not the one to front on, so suboops-suboopsYo I gets the pickens, I'm such a damn DickensIf you step to this then the plot just thickensI'll run you around the track like a bunny and a dogTo me, your just another MC on the logA link on the chain, fluid on the brainI boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mardaneSee I can't maintain, especially if you come backI'm the lyrical master blaster, yeah I can do thatI can also do your girl, so leave the hoe at homeCuz when I get done, I'll have her strung on bonesIt's the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mindMakes me pick up and go when it's time to drop a rhymeMy title is locked, the Abstract poeticI'm in the idle mode but my energy's kineticSo smooth and debonair, especially for the earGotta keep my thing in gear cuz it's evident and clearThat I will rock, rock, rock [fades away]
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