Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down (4x)      Verse one: q-tip, phife dawg      Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized   With your black hair and fat-ass thighs   Street poetry is my everyday   But yo, I gotta stop when you trot my way   If I was workin at the club you would not pay   Aiyyo, my man Phife Diggy, he got somthin to say      I like em brown, yellow, Puero Rican or Hatian   Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation   Told you in the jam that we can get down   Now lets knock the boots like the group H-Town   You got BBD all on your bedroom wall   But Im above the rim and this is how I ball   A pretty little somethin on the New York street   This is how I represent over this here beat   Talkin bout you      Yo, I took you out   But sex was on my mind for the whole damn route   My mind was in a frenzy and a horny state   But I couldnt drop dimes cause you couldnt relate      Chorus      Verse two: q-tip, phife dawg      Stretch out your legs, let me make you bawl   Drive you insane, drive you up the wall   Starin at your dome-piece, very strong   Stronger than pride, stronger than Teflon   Take you on the ave and you buy me links   Now I wanna pound the putang until it stinks   You can be my mama and Ill be your boy      Original rude boy, never am I coy   You can be a shorty in my ill convoy   Not to come across as a thug or a hood   But hon, you got the goods, like Madeline Woods   By the way, my names Malik   The five-foot freak   Lets say we get together by the end of the week   She simply said, no, labelled me a hoe   I said, how you figure? my friends told me so.   I hate when silly groupies wanna run they yap   Word to god, hon, I dont get down like that      Ill have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speak   Or we could do like Uncle L and swing an ep in my jeep   Keep it in the down, yo, we keep it discrete   See, Im not the type to kid to have my biz in the streets      If my mom dont approve, then Ill just elope   Let me sink the little man from inside the boat   Let me hit it from the back, girl I wont catch a hernia   Bust off on your couch, now you got Seamens furniture      Shaheed, Phife and the Extra p   Stacy, Beagle, DJ and my man L.G.   They know the abstract is really soul on ice   The character is of men, never ever of mice   Shorty let me tell you about my only vice   It has to do with lots of lovin and it aint nuthin nice