Q-tip - Pubic Enemy (Saturday Night Virus Discomix) lyrics

Q-Tip: In the morning, woke up from s**ual pleasures Looked at her s**ual partner Who acquainted her acquaintance Five hours ago at a disco She went lower than low, into limbo A thought crossed the mind, her, a bimbo She answered no, so she had to go... On with the program Creedence, it seems that I've forgotten your name But it seems that she's done the same And now something has happened Suddenly, she's been distracted By something that has been attracted She poked and poked and smacked at it Then she broke down and she scratched it Now, I think you understand Clinic, saw the doctor flex his biceps Then he picked up a pair of forceps Her pretty face showed fright Right then and there, she fainted A really grim picture is painted The brotha who she acquainted Was the enemy, scary ain't it? The Pubic Enemy Q-Tip: Old King Cole was a merry old soul Had a lady queen, married since 18 He protested, that he was infested Get lots of love and he couldn't digest it All propaganda, one big fat lie Cuz I see the king with my very own eye Schemed and schemed like a crack fiend king And poppin up on the teammates scene And poppin and pimpin hunnies with moneys Whole situation to Tip, was kinda funny He hold the crown but not the jimmy hat Now he wears a frown and the jimmy hates that So the fair maiden in the royal bedroom Caught the king scratchin, so she had to a**ume That he got vicked by the enemy's trick The thought of cheatin made the maiden so sick That she screamed and screamed, went on and kept screamin Threw a pot and his dome was beamin You could hear him yellin in the motherland "Baby, baby please. Baby, understand." She ignored and walked through the gate The king is in the kingdom to await his fate... Of the enemy: the Pubic Enemy Q-Tip: Everybody get sweaten, a deep is still a threaten About the ??, that hate the ???, but still will be forgetten About the ??? like the rocky picture horror Don't move tracks, cause the pubic had the hour You can get it from sleepin' in nasty dirty sheets and Wearin' nasty cothes for all about the weekend I suggest You do yourself a big favour The ??? keep questin, I'ma damn ??? savior Please remember this: a kiss is just a kiss A hug is just a hug, but a bugging gets the bug If You get the bug, oh boy, You'll be buggin' ??? home ??? started lovin' Damn, after loving, just take it out Don't get so far to Q, man Inspect Yourself, trotect Yourself Respect Yourself, then correct Yourself Make sure, You don't get hand by the man