Hot Sex (Ali's Radio Edit) Lyrics

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Ayo, put one up for the Phifer, long time no hear from
Suckers walkin' around, talkin' 'bout they can get some
But that five is non-striper, no can do
And if you take I for dope, then ask the other two
And I'll proceed to let you know exactly how to flow
I'm not a long doctor, so just tuck her with the
Oops, my mistake, I didn't know you went with her
Should I run down a line of all the kids that done hit her?
Don't be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critter
Heard she likes it 2-1-1 like my man John Ritter
But back to the subject, you can't catch wreck
You must give respect to earn respect
Suckers think they can hurt me 'cause now it's vexed
You're full of jokes, but 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 your girl's quite doable
Yeah, I'm tellin' ya, G, to back up off me
I'm not a man called Hawk, but I ain't Mr. Softy
Rappin' is a art comin' straight from the heart
So forget the charts because the action got start

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Where ya at, bitch?
To all my people with the funk
I'm the undercover brother, dump your ass 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 paperback 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 say boops, say boops
Yo, I gets the pickings, I'm such a Dan Dickens
If you step to this, then the plot just thickens
I run you 'round the track like a bunny and a dog
To me, you're just another MC on the log
A link in the chain, fluid on the brain
I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mundane
See, I can't maintain, especially if you come wack
I'm the lyrical master blaster, yeah, I can do that
I can also do your girl, so leave the ho at home
'Cause when I get done, I have her strung on bones
It's the no-joke crusher that elevates my mind
Make me pick up and go when it's time to drop my rhymes
My title is dropped, the Abstract Poetic
I'm in the idle mode, but my energy's kinetic
So smooth and debonair, special for the ear
Gotta keep my thing in gear 'cause it's evident and clear
That I will rock

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