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 let's Knock the Boots like the group H-Town   You got BBD all on your bedroom wall   But I'm 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 couldn't drop dimes cause *you couldnÕt 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 I'll 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 name's Malik   The Five-Foot Freak   Let's 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 don't get down like that  I'll 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, I'm not the type to kid to have my biz in the streets   If my mom donÕt approve, then I'll just elope   Let me sink the little man from inside the boat   Let me hit it from the back, girl I won't catch a hernia   Bust off on your couch, now you got semen's furniture  Shaheed, Phife and the Extra P  Stacy, ? 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 ain't nuthin nice*  Chorus