For Pete's Sake Lyrics

by Pete Rock and CL Smooth Lyrics

album Mecca & The Soul Brother Lyrics


For Pete's Sake
Here come's the rugged one, plus the way I flip i
I collect the loot and then I knock the boot
A smooth dark lover, prefer to be called the chocolate love
Cuz I can do wonders under cove
I'm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme like riz-op
I cleanse like soap, 'cause it's the great black hop
Stay away from the penile, I can rock the senil
Hons alway wave 'cause slick like bunil
Pete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knoc
Plus the way that I flow...blood clo
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, yeah..
So funky, like a street junk
Like I said before, we go, c'mon..
For Pete's sake I break and update, wait, I radiat
The dub played to navigate the tune I mak
I fit like a slipper, so catch the Big Dippe
Vital signs are quicker, not the flat line pictur
Showtime original, official with the smooth crimina
I hit the cliches on the sublimina
With the soul technician to fill the prescriptio
In addition listen close to the missio
The P.E.T.E.R.O.C.K., resum
With the route to Brut by Faberg
No doubt, to shout about a 20-bar segmen
Off spring the lyrics when the microphone's pregnan
Give it a rubdown, now here's the sermo
Everywhere you go you hear Mecca from the Verno
Pound for pound, uptown, I get dow
And bound to spin the record like a merry-go-roun
The cut don't flow that I touch is not a preemi
And who would ever see me when I dream of Jeani
I don't think so, peace, I gotta g
And shake like an earthquake, cousin, for Pete's sak
To my man..
Here come's the rugged one, plus the way I flip i
I collect the loot and then I knock the boot
A smooth dark lover, prefer to be called the chocolate love
'Cause I can do wonders under cove
I'm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme like riz-op
I cleanse like soap, 'cause it's the great black hop
Stay away from the penile, I can rock the senil
Hons alway wave 'cause I'm slick like lunil
Pete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knoc
Plus the way that I flow...blood clo
Yo, my style's cock-diesel and I can do the hustl
Niggaz know the time, I don't have to flex a muscl
I'm not the type to fake it, I wouldn't try to take i
Tie your girl to the back of my Jeep butt-nake
Slide her monkey ass down the hil
So if you don't want beef, money, chill for Pete's sak
To my man..
Music please..
(C.L.) The Mecca's sweet like nectar, maybe 'cause you need i
There's a ribbon in the sky, but I wonder if you see i
In the days of thunder, notice how I simplex in the proper contex
Here steps the one, the answer to the riddl
Survey says the black press can make you wiggl
The staff to the craft, the stroke of a pen
Pefect stranger, melody arrange
Loopholes are filled when I build with the skil
Liquid steels the mic on the Rock's chil
No financial aid wade when I'm pai
Deep as the Everglade, the escapade a renagad
Study in the archives, place your bet, sonn
Head crack back to back for the bail mone
For you, a chapter, slayed by the autho
Lickin' on your daughter, say, south of the borde
Now, here we are with the funky repertoire
Draw warm like a spa, star, forget all the hoopl
C.L. Smooth and Pete Roc
Could break and penetrate, piece of cake, cousin, for Pete's sak
To my man..
For Pete's Sake, c'mon...
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