Daddy Rich - Outta My Way Baby lyrics

(Pete Nice) Pete Nice is in the house, ah Beatnuts in the house Woop woop, Daddy Rich is in the house and we're about to swing it "Outta my way baby! Man gotta keep on moving" (Repeat 2x) Never got caught in the booty booty trends As a youth peeped Red Alert on the weekends Daddy Rich sk**s on the cuts like the bu*ter Head for the hills, jet go and tell your mother Minister, sinister, a fist full of dollars see Get with the vibes of my slick verbal tapestry Never second guess cause your rep will start to crumble Play the role of humble, if you follow, never stumble Don't fret y'all if you think you're born the suspect One day your record might boom in the projects Say where you been, hey been swimming in the sewers Cruising 24th street, picking up some brewers Ya from, stung you with the lyrical artilary Big rap money-making, please this place is for me Like the E-Double said, "So Whatcha Saying?" So get your fat a** out my way and "Outta my way baby!" "Big rap money-making n***a" "Outta my way baby!" "Man gotta keep on moving" Here I come on the one with the burger on the bun Packing a ton, my water pistol weighs a ton, son Some call me Jake, used to roll with the Fatman Listen to my man, say Shawn's I'm a black man Gave away the booty if the booty ever smelled up Not the ??? with the frisk and got you felt up Think I fall off, but let me tell you something That's the day I see the white man jumping Got the flavor of a Beemer 850 When it comes to tracks me and Rich is kinda pickey Pete Nice and Daddy Rich swing and kick a verse Step the way out my way out my way "Outta my way baby!" "Man gotta keep on moving" "Outta my way baby!" "Big rap money-making n***a" Up in the Bronx where the people's kinda fresh and Bought the Nike Air low cuts off the Jew man Polish up a track like you polish up your five-stars When I finish ripping, better check the stars Bringing out the worst like a hearst in the casket A question I ask it, a tisket, I tasket Not the bu*ter head cold chewing on the Grape Nuts Beat style poetic with the bu*ter of the Beatnuts Took it overseas like the Lovetron Darryl Dawkins Schoolyard ball, Roger Brown or Connie Hawkins Walking like a duck, milk's the one but it's wispering s**ing on pipes, but look at what it did to you Pimping, scoring, the tour bus touring Going to the Garden, see the Knickerbockers balling Best believe we got the beat swinging Peace to Mike Brady and I leave my man singing "Outta my way baby!" "Man gotta keep on moving" "Outta my way baby!" "Big rap money-making n***a" (Repeat 2x)