Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down 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 working at the club you would not pay Hey yo, my man Phife Diggy, he got something to say I like 'em brown, yellow, Puero Rican or Haitian 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 something on the New York street This is how I represent over this here beat Talking 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 couldn't relate Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down Stretch out your legs, let me make you bawl Drive you insane, drive you up the wall Staring 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," labeled 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 don't 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 Seamen'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 loving and it ain't nothing nice Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down