Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Hot 4 U’ by A Tribe Called Quest. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Tribe Called Quest or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
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 telly
Lived in the Bronx on the block named Fortelly
Had to be jetty cause this other ho 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
This girl from my past had ridiculous ass
She attended UMASS and she passed every class
Walked down the hall with her stuck up sass
Talked to basketball players
She liked how they passed
But when I use to hit it, the bullcat she quit it
She wouldn’t admit it but shorty was addicted
(Say Word) Word, nigga you heard
Like a fiend with a queen when he catches the bird
Knowing how we living I’mma talk about Mayo
Sagittarian mami, her love was a KO
We was on the under, had to stay on the lay low
Used to go so deep that she used to say A-yo
Rocked 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 Phife, anyway
I put it down man, what you gon’ do
Well, I put it down son, what you gon’ do
We put it down for the area crew
All the shortys that’s smoking y’all who
Looking good if you sipping on your brew
Come here ma, we make it hot for you
(The truth) Come here ma, we make it hot for you
(Ali Shaheed) Come here ma, we make it hot for you
Come on 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
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 dug her yo she said I was the ultimate
Broke her up kid, driving the drill like Truck Turner
All other things they did not concern her
People that we love yo, we love with a passion
I’m the 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
I put it down Phife, what you gon’ do
Well, I put it down son, what you gon’ do
We put it down for the area crew
All the shortys that’s smoking y’all who
Looking good if you sipping on your brew
Come here ma, we make it hot for you