Hot Sex chords and lyrics - A TRIBE CALLED QUEST

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[Verse 1]
Hot [E]sex on [F]a[Am][E][C#]
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[Esus4]platter[E][F][Am]
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[Verse 2]
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Hey yo, who [E]want to pull [F]on
Phifer long [E]time no hear from
Suckers walkin' [F]around talking
[E]about they could get some
But that pop is non [F]cypher,
no can do
And if you [E]think I'm a [F]dope,
then ask the other crew
And I pro[Am]ceed to let you [F]know,
exactly how to flow
I'm [E]not Lawn [F]Doctor so just
step off with the hoe
Oops my mistake I didn't
know you went with her
Should [E]I run down the l[F]ine of the all the
kids that done hit her
Don't be [E]bitter,
I hear that honey resembles a critter
I heard she likes to do one-one
[F]my [E]my man John Ritter
But back to the [F]subject you
[E]can't catch wreck
You must get respect, to earn respect
Suckers think they could herb me 'cause
know I where specks
You're full of jokes,
but you your name ain't flex
I got the riches, the [F]bitches,
I'm [E]large like a [Am]Huxtable
You [E]think you're all [F]that but
you're [E]girl's [F]quite doable
[E]Yeah, I'm [F]tellin' you G,
to back [E]up off me
I'm not a mad [F]co hort,
but I'm [E]not Mr. Softee
Rappin' is an [F]art,
coming straight from the [E]heart
So forget the chart because the action can start
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[Verse 3]
[Am]
[E]Hot sex on a p[C#]latt[Am]er[F]
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[Verse 4]
[F]
Where ya at? [Am]To all my
[F]peoples with the [Am]funk
I'm the [F]undercover [C#]brother
dump your hoe in the trunk
[E]Save all the sad songs [F]and
the tearjerkers
Niggas step [C#]up it's the lyrical wo[F]rker
The [E]poems that I [Am]cre ate ain't
in [F]paper back books
The [C#]poems that I create are for
hookers and the crooks
My [E]mental is ex[Am]celling cause
I [F]dabble in the books
I'm [C#]not the one to front o[F]n, so
[Eb]subo[E]ops-suboops
Yo, I gets the [F]pickens,
I'm such a damn Dickens
If you step to this then
the [C#]plot just [F]thickens
I'll [E]run you around the [F]track
like a [E]bunny and a [F]dog
To [E]me, your [F]just another [E]MC on [F]the log
A [Am]link on the [F]chain, fluid on the brain
I [E]boast of hype [F]lyrics,
and [E]yours are mardane
See I can't main[F]tain,
[Am]especially if you come back
I'm the [E]lyrical master blaster,
yeah [C#]I can do that
I can [E]also do [F]your girl,
so leave the hoe at home
'Cause [E]when I get [F]done,
I'll have her [E]strung on bones
It's the no-joke pressure, [F]pressure,
[C]that elevates my [E]mind
Makes me pick up [C#]and go when
it's [E]time to drop a rhyme
My [Am]title [F]is locked, [Am]the Abstract poetic
[E]I'm in the idle [F]mode but
my energy's kinetic
So smooth and debonair,
especially for the ear
Gotta [E]keep my thing in gear 'cause
it's evident and clear
That I will rock, [F]rock,
[Am]rock[E]
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Hot sex on a platter