Hot 4 U Lyrics by A Tribe Called Quest

Hot 4 U Lyrics

    (q-tip)

    Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
    Knew a girl named shelley
    Six-pack belly
    When we made love she made it shake like jelly
    Put her own video star on my tele
    Lived in the bronx on the block named fortelly
    Had to be jetty cause this sucker hold netty
    Kept blowing me up, her jonesing was steady
    Told my man louie that i really wasn't ready
    Louie when we did it, man, we both got sweaty

    (phife)

    This girl from my past
    Had ridiculous ass
    She attended umass and she passed every class
    Walked down the hall with her stuffed up sass
    Told the basketball players, she liked how they pass
    But when i use to hit it
    The ball cat, she quit it
    She wouldn't ad-mit it
    But shorty was addicted
    (say word) word, nigga you heard
    Like a fiend with a queen when he catches the bird

    (q-tip)

    Knowing how we living i'ma talk about mayo
    ?sagartery and mommy? her love was a ko
    We was on the under, had to stay on the lay low
    Use to go so deep, she had to say aiyyo
    Rock with her friend, but her friend drove both way
    Asked her about it and she used to say no way
    Just let it go yo, i used to say ok
    Just another day but fight anyway

    Chorus:
    (q-tip)
    I put it down man, whatcha gonna do
    (phife)
    Well hell, i put it down son, whatcha gonna do
    (together)
    We put it down for the area crew
    All the shortys that smoking y'all whoo
    Looking good it you sipping on your brew
    Come here ma, we make it hot for you
    Come here ma, we make it hot for you
    Come here ma, we make it hot for you

    (phife)

    Met a shorty named kenny
    >from east saint louie
    Body good and plenty
    The finest in missouri
    If you had no money, you better hit the highway
    Even in her own right, she had to do it her way

    (q-tip)

    It was an ill situation when i met dantanya
    Worked in saint louis, in her mother's hair parlor
    Use to hit her man for cake to come see me
    Her and her man from home, they sold heemey
    We had it hemmed, locked, sold and shit
    When i thugged it yo, she said i was the ultimate
    Broke her up kid, driving the drill like truck turner
    All of things they did not concern her
    People that we love yo, we love for a passion
    I'ma type of cat that brings forth the action
    You feeling me yo?
    I hope you hearing me yo
    One more thing before you start cheering me yo

    Chorus:
    (q-tip)
    I put it down phife, what we gonna do
    (phife)
    Well hell, i put it down son, whatcha gonna do
    (together)
    We put it down for the area crew
    All the shortys that smoking y'all whoo
    Looking good it you sipping on your brew
    Come here ma, we make it hot for you (repeat till end)

SEARCH LYRICS