Here comes the rugged one, bust the way I flip it I collect the loot and then I knock the boots A smooth dark brother, prefer to be called the chocolate lover Cause I can do wonders undercover Im dipdipdope, I rhyme like rizope I cleanse like soap, cause its the great black hope Stay away from the penile, I can rock the senile Hons always wave cause slick like Nunile Pete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock Plus the way that I flow...blood clot Mmhmm, mmhmm, yeah... So funky, like a street junky Like I said before, here we go, cmon... For Petes sake I break and update, wait, I radiate A dubplate to navigate the tune I make I fit like a slipper, so catch the Big Dipper Vital signs are quicker, not the flat line picture Showtime original, official with the smooth criminal I hit the cliches on the subliminal With the soul technician to fill the prescription In addition listen close to the mission The P.E.T.E.R.O.C.K., resume With the route to Brut by Faberge No doubt, to shout about a 20bar segment Offspring of lyrics when the microphones pregnant Give it a rubdown, now heres the sermon Everywhere you go you hear Mecca from the Vernon Pound for pound, uptown, I get down And bound to spin the record like a merrygoround The klepto flow that I touch is not a preemie And who would ever see me when I dream of Jeanie I dont think so, peace, I gotta go And shake like an earthquake, cousin, for Petes sake To my man... Here comes the rugged one, bust the way I flip it I collect the loot and then I knock the boots A smooth dark brother, prefer to be called the chocolate lover Cause I can do wonders undercover Im dipdipdope, I rhyme like rizope I cleanse like soap, cause its the great black hope Stay away from the penile, I can rock the senile Hons always wave cause Im slick like Nunile Pete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock Bust the way that I flow...blood clot Yo, my styles cockdiesel and I can do the hustle Niggas know the time, I dont have to flex a muscle Im not the type to fake it, I wouldnt try to take it Tie your girl to the back of my Jeep buttnaked Slide her monkey ass down the hill So if you dont want beef, money, chill for Petes sake To my man... Music please... C.L. The Meccas sweet like nectar, maybe cause you need it Theres a ribbon in the sky, but I wonder if you see it In the days of thunder, notice how I suplex in the proper context Here steps the one, the answer to the riddle Survey says the black pres can make you wiggle The staff to the craft, the stroke of a painter Perfect stranger, melody arranger Loopholes are filled when I build with the skill Liquid steels the mic on the Rocks chill No financial aid wade when Im paid Deep as the Everglade, the escapade a renegade Study in the archives, place your bet, sonny Head crack back to back for the bail money For you, a chapter, slayed by the author Lickin on your daughter, say, south of the border Now, here we are with the funky repertoire Draw warm like a spa, star, forget all the hoopla C.L. Smooth and Pete Rock Could break and penetrate, piece of cake, cousin, for Petes sake To my man... For Petes Sake, cmon... To my godson little CL rock the house And Dafo rock the house And To my brother Grap Luva rock the house And B.I. rock the house To the YGs rock the house And the hilltop rock the house To my man Black Jay rock the house And Groovy Lou rock the house To my man Walt G. rock the house And Ronald B. rock the house And G.O. rock the house To my man RobO rock the house And David Tisdale rock the house And Terry Steele rock the house And Eric Coleman rock the house And Alan A. rock the house To my man D.O. rock the house And Rude Rudy rock the house And Derek Coleman rock the house And Nick T. rock the house To my man Mike Daddy rock the house And Joe Black rock the house To my man J Steel rock the house And everybody rock the house, signin off!!! Peace
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