| 歌曲 | Hot Sex |
| 歌手 | A Tribe Called Quest |
| 专辑 | Boomerang (O.S.T Album) |
| Chorus | |
| Verse one：phife | |
| Ayo who wanna pull on phifer long time no hear from | |
| Suckers walkin' around 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 crew | |
| And i proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow | |
| I'm not lawn doctor so just step off with the 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 to do one-one 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 herb me cuz know i where specks | |
| You're full of jokes, but you 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse two: q-tip | |
| 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 | |
| Niggaz step up 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 cuz 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 mardane | |
| 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 | |
| Cuz 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 a rhyme | |
| 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 cuz it's evident and clear | |
| That i will rock, rock, rock [fades away] | |
| Chorus |
| Chorus | |
| Verse one: phife | |
| Ayo who wanna pull on phifer long time no hear from | |
| Suckers walkin' around 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 crew | |
| And i proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow | |
| I' m not lawn doctor so just step off with the 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 to do oneone 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 herb me cuz know i where specks | |
| You' re full of jokes, but you 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse two: qtip | |
| 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 | |
| Niggaz step up 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 cuz i dabble in the books | |
| I' m not the one to front on, so suboopssuboops | |
| 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 mardane | |
| 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 | |
| Cuz when i get done, i' ll have her strung on bones | |
| It' s the nojoke pressure, that elevates my mind | |
| Makes me pick up and go when it' s time to drop a rhyme | |
| 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 cuz it' s evident and clear | |
| That i will rock, rock, rock fades away | |
| Chorus |