C.L. Smooth - I Get Physical lyrics

[Verse 1: CL Smooth] It's going down from out of town Off the wicked streets of New York trouble Me and my man map the plan and make a hefty bundle Blessing weight to listen to greats from the ba**ment gates Making the dubplates that cause quakes in other states My soldiers guzzle 40's with the shorties working the scenes In tight jeans that blows all your boyfriends to smithereens On a scout to get humped out from the zone, bumping Babyface When everything's live, I let my Boo drive Now do my hot shells ring bells and my knockouts settle beef Any last requests? You better make it brief Kid from 'Life s**s' to 'Major Bucks' while Pete rocks Control blocks from ballplayers to corner hustlers Here come the Spark Brothers, many retire when I open fire Dropping smooth synthetic, the physical's mental But the outcome is energetic Larger clientele, drops by the CL, the spiritual To set it one time on the physical [Hook] I get physical, mystical, very artistical [Verse 2: CL Smooth] You must be silly my soul is Bigger than Willie to shock a city With some of the Mecca-fied joint at the boiling point Making stable moves, wrestling grooves, here comes the pain My style's invisible knives, slicing to the root of your brain Funk locks when the terror come to box from the Pete Rizzocks Knocks the ghetto blaster funking full fashion Now dames kick the sham real slow, talking the shopping's urgent There hasn't been that much scheming since Eve met the serpent My love rules Daisy Duke's amused Check the view of the issue my flexing bounce to your body tissue You know the Iceberg Slim, dig it Daddy, let the click grows Exotic to my foes, how I pimp these hoes Don't be surprised, you get Tysonized, the ultimate test Is like Sweet Pea spankin all of Chavez best Blessed on a lyrical slugfest, cause every round's critical One blow that kept the dough physical [Hook] [Verse 3: CL Smooth] You better brace yourself, in other words, fasten seatbelts When the Carmel melts, you love spots in your poom poom shorts No one can rock me and my latest aristocracy of Funktasia I represent the full intent to bring the flavor Head or gut, steady laying in the cut, fool it's mine kid For n***as doin a master race Scarface bid Maintain God, and keep it all solid From the Overlord Adolpho Muhammad To game written twenty years down the line still hitting Making arena sites rougher than the hockey fights It's just one of those nights, topsy turvy like a roller derby Style is coming sturdy any way you wanna work me Check the bizarre and hear a star, with so much Chocolate over the Carmel, we need to own a candy bar But before we merc, run the drill I get physical Mystical, very artistical [Hook]