Pete Rock And Cl Smooth - For Pete's Sake Lyrics
Here comes the rugged one, plus the way I flip itI collect the loot and then I knock the bootsA smooth dark lover, prefer to be called the chocolate loverCuz I can do wonders under coverIm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme like riz-opeI cleanse like soap, cause its the great black hopeStay away from the penile, I can rock the senileHons alway wave cause slick like bunilePete rock on the boot knock, on the boot knockPlus the way that I flow...blood clotMm-hmm, mm-hmm, yeah...So funky, like a street junkyLike I said before, we go, cmon...For petes sake I break and update, wait, I radiateThe dub played to navigate the tune I makeI fit like a slipper, so catch the big dipperVital signs are quicker, not the flat line pictureShowtime original, official with the smooth criminalI hit the cliches on the subliminalWith the soul technician to fill the prescriptionIn addition listen close to the missionThe p.e.t.e.r.o.c.k., resumeWith the route to brut by fabergeNo doubt, to shout about a 20-bar segmentOff spring the lyrics when the microphones pregnantGive it a rubdown, now heres the sermonEverywhere you go you hear mecca from the vernonPound for pound, uptown, I get downAnd bound to spin the record like a merry-go-roundThe cut dont flow that I touch is not a preemieAnd who would ever see me when I dream of jeanieI dont think so, peace, I gotta goAnd shake like an earthquake, cousin, for petes sakeTo my man...Here comes the rugged one, plus the way I flip itI collect the loot and then I knock the bootsA smooth dark lover, prefer to be called the chocolate lovercause I can do wonders under coverIm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme like riz-opeI cleanse like soap, cause its the great black hopeStay away from the penile, I can rock the senileHons alway wave cause Im slick like lunilePete rock on the boot knock, on the boot knockPlus the way that I flow...blood clotYo, my styles *****-diesel and I can do the hustleNiggaz know the time, I dont have to flex a muscleIm not the type to fake it, I wouldnt try to take itTie your girl to the back of my jeep butt-*****Slide her monkey ass down the hillSo if you dont want beef, money, chill for petes sakeTo my man...Music please...(c.l.) the meccas sweet like nectar, maybe cause you need itTheres a ribbon in the sky, but I wonder if you see itIn the days of thunder, notice how I simplex in the proper contextHere steps the one, the answer to the riddleSurvey says the black press can make you wiggleThe staff to the craft, the stroke of a penaPefect stranger, melody arrangerLoopholes are filled when I build with the skillLiquid steels the mic on the rocks chillNo financial aid wade when Im paidDeep as the everglade, the escapade a renagadeStudy in the archives, place your bet, sonnyHead crack back to back for the bail moneyFor you, a chapter, slayed by the authorLickin on your daughter, say, south of the borderNow, here we are with the funky repertoireDraw warm like a spa, star, forget all the hooplaC.l. smooth and pete rockCould break and penetrate, piece of cake, cousin, for petes sakeTo my man...For petes sake, cmon...