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A Tribe Called Quest Hot 4 U Here are the song lyrics for Hot 4 U by A Tribe Called Quest. For more excellent A Tribe Called Quest lyrics, run a search! (Q-Tip) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Knew a girl named Shelley Six-pack belly When we made love she made it shake like jelly Put her own video star on my tele Lived in the Bronx on the block named Fortelly Had to be jetty cause this sucker hold netty Kept blowing me up, her jonesing was steady Told my man Louie that I really wasnt ready Louie when we did it, man, we both got sweaty (Phife) This girl from my past Had ridiculous ass She attended UMASS and she passed every class Walked down the hall with her stuffed up sass Told the basketball players, she liked how they pass But when I use to hit it The ball cat, she quit it She wouldnt ad-mit it But shorty was addicted (Say Word) Word, Nigga you heard Like a fiend with a queen when he catches the bird (Q-Tip) Knowing how we living Ima talk about Mayo ?Sagartery and mommy? Her love was a KO We was on the under, had to stay on the lay low Use to go so deep, she had to say Aiyyo Rock with her friend, but her friend drove both way Asked her about it and she used to say No way Just let it go yo, I used to say OK Just another day but fight anyway Chorus: (Q-Tip) I put it down man, whatcha gonna do (Phife) Well hell, I put it down son, whatcha gonna do (Together) We put it down for the area crew All the shortys that smoking yall whoo Looking good it you sipping on your brew Come here ma, we make it hot for you Come here ma, we make it hot for you Come here ma, we make it hot for you (Phife) Met a shorty named Kenny >From East Saint Louie Body good and plenty The finest in Missouri If you had no money, you better hit the highway Even in her own right, she had to do it her way (Q-Tip) It was an ill situation when I met Dantanya Worked in Saint Louis, in her mothers hair parlor Use to hit her man for cake to come see me Her and her man from home, they sold heemey We had it hemmed, locked, sold and shit When I thugged it yo, she said I was the ultimate Broke her up kid, driving the drill like Truck Turner All of things they did not concern her People that we love yo, we love for a passion Ima type of cat that brings forth the action You feeling me yo? I hope you hearing me yo One more thing before you start cheering me yo Chorus: (Q-Tip) I put it down Phife, what we gonna do (Phife) Well hell, I put it down son, whatcha gonna do (Together) We put it down for the area crew All the shortys that smoking yall whoo Looking good it you sipping on your brew Come here ma, we make it hot for you (repeat till end)
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