Lyrics Hot Sex - A Tribe Called Quest
Hot
sex
on
a
platter
Hot
sex
on
a
platter
(What
did
you
say
your
name
is?)
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
Hey,
yo,
who
wanna
pull
on
Pfeiffer,
long
time
no
hear
from
Suckers
walkin′
'round
talking
about
they
could
get
some
But
that
pop
is
non
cypher,
no
can
do
And
if
you
think
I′m
a
dope,
then
ask
the
other
two
And
I
proceed
to
let
you
know,
exactly
how
to
flow
I'm
not
a
Lawn
Doctor
so
just
a
sucker
with
a
hoe
Oops,
my
mistake
I
didn't
know
you
went
with
her
Should
I
run
down
the
line
of
the
all
the
kids
that
done
hit
her
Don′t
be
bitter,
I
hear
that
honey
resembles
a
critter
I
heard
she
likes
two
on
one
like
my
man
John
Ritter
But
back
to
the
subject
you
can′t
catch
rec
You
must
get
respect,
to
earn
respect
Suckers
think
they
could
hurt
me
'cause
know
I
wear
specks
You′re
full
of
jokes,
well,
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
you′re
girl's
quite
doable
Yeah,
I'm
tellin′
you
G,
to
back
up
off
me
I′m
not
a
mad
cohort,
but
I'm
not
Mr.
Softee
Rappin′
is
an
art,
coming
straight
from
the
heart
So
forget
the
chart
because
the
action
can
start
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
(What
did
you
say
your
name
was
again?)
Hot
sex
on
a
platter
Hot
sex
on
a
platter
Hot
sex
on
a
platter
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
Nigga,
step
back
it′s
the
lyrical
worker
The
poems
that
I
create
ain't
in
paper
back
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
pickens,
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
on
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
can
do
that
I
can
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
Makes
me
pick
up
and
go
when
it's
time
to
drop
my
rhymes
My
title
is
locked,
the
Abstract
poetic
I′m
in
the
idle
mode,
but
my
energy's
kinetic
So
smooth
and
debonair,
especially
for
the
ear
Gotta
keep
my
thing
in
gear
'cause
it′s
evident
and
clear
That
I
will
rock
(gonna
rock)
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
1 Bonita Applebum
2 Award Tour (LP Version)
3 Can I Kick It?
4 Scenario - LP Mix
5 If the Papes Come
6 Electric Relaxation
7 Jazz (We've Got)
8 I Left My Wallet in El Segundo
9 Hot Sex
10 Oh My God
11 Stressed Out (LP Version)
12 Luck of Lucien
13 Description of a Fool
14 Keeping It Moving
15 Find a Way
16 Sucka Nigga
17 Vivrant Thing
18 Vivrant Thing
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