Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - For Pete's Sake Lyrics
Here come's 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 lover'Cause I can do wonders under coverI'm dip dip dope I rhyme like riz opeI cleanse like soap 'cause it's the great black hopeStay away from the penile I can rock the senileHuns always wave 'cause slick like bunilePete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knockPlus the way that I flow blood clotMm-hmm, mm-hmm, yeahSo funky, like a street junkieLike I said before, we go, c'monFor Pete's 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 microphone's pregnantGive it a rubdown, now here's 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 don't flow that I touch is not a preemieAnd who would ever see me when I dream of JeanieI don't think so, peace, I gotta goAnd shake like an earthquake, cousin, for Pete's sakeTo my manHere come's 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 lover'Cause I can do wonders under coverI'm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme like riz-opeI cleanse like soap, 'cause it's the great black hopeStay away from the penile, I can rock the senileHuns always wave 'cause I'm slick like lunilePete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knockPlus the way that I flow blood clotYo, my style's *****-diesel and I can do the hustleNiggaz know the time, I don't have to flex a muscleI'm not the type to fake it, I wouldn't try to take itTie your girl to the back of my Jeep butt-*****Slide her monkey ass down the hillSo if you don't want beef, money, chill for Pete's sakeTo my manMusic pleaseThe Mecca's sweet like nectar, maybe 'cause you need itThere's 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 penaPerfect stranger, melody arrangerLoopholes are filled when I build with the skillLiquid steels the mic on the Rock's chillNo financial aid weighed when I'm paidDeep as the Everglade, the escapade a renegadeStudy 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 Pete's sakeTo my manFor Pete's Sake, c'mon
