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Revised Quest For The Seasoned Traveller

1992

Pubic Enemy

Saturday Night Virus Discomix
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One, two, three

In the morning, woke up from sexual pleasures
Looked at her sexual partner
Who acquainted her acquaintance
Five hours ago at a disco
She went lower than low, into limbo
A thought crossed her mind, her, a bimbo
She answered no, so she had to go
On with the program
"Greetings, it seems that I've forgotten your name"
But it seems that she'd 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 brother who she acquainted
Was the enemy, scary, ain't it?
The pubic enemy

Yeah
Woo
Uh-huh
Zigga-zig, zigga-zig-zig, what?
Mhm, mhm
Un, deux
Uno, dos, tres

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
Had a lady queen, married since eighteen
He protested that he was infested
With thoughts of love and he couldn't digest it
All propaganda, one big fat lie
'Cause I seen the king with my very own eye
Scheme and scheme like a crack fiend fiendin'
And poppin' up on the teenage scene
And proppin' 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
Saw the fair maiden in the royal bedroom
Caught the king scratchin', so she had to assume
That he got vicked by the enemy's tricks
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

Un, deux, tres, hit it
Yeah
Uh-huh
Zigga-uh-uh, zigga, uh
Word up (word up)

Everybody get sweating, a deep is still a threaten
About the AIDS, they hate the AIDS, but still will be forgettin'
About the Syph or Gony like the Rocky Picture Horror
Don't lose tracks 'cause the pubic had the hour
You can get it from sleepin' in nasty dirty sheets and
Wearin' nasty clothes for, oh, about a weekend
I suggest you do yourself a big favor
'Cause will keep questin', I'll be damned if we save ya
Please remember this, a kiss is just a kiss
A hug is just a hug, but a bug ain't just a bug
If you get the bug, oh, boy, you'll be buggin'
You'll regrets your moments even when you started lovin'
Damn, after loving, just take it out
Don't get me so far, the Q, man (take it back, bump it)
Inspect yourself, protect yourself
Respect yourself then correct yourself (uh)
Make sure you don't get had by the man

Yo, Ali, man, damn
Give me some rubs, boo
And let's be Audi
Word up
Y'all gotta clean up your act, you know I'm sayin'? Word
Know I'm sayin'? 'Cause I know what time it is
Violators know what time it is
The JB's know what time it is
So I guess y'all find out what time it is
Get down
Word up
Stay 2-4
The people in distinctive chappels and the pastor, reverend

WRITERS

Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed

PUBLISHERS

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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