Everlast - What's That Smell? lyrics

Baby, because (I say, "Lord, have mercy") This is for all you dirty b**hes out there s** up on this motherf**in' nuts (I say, "Lord, have mercy") I say stop, hey, what's that sound Everybody look what's goin' down I'm everlastin', forever on a roll I'm rockin' to the boat, steamin' grey matter tone I ain't sayin' I'm God, but you can graft this Chances are if I'm a star I'd be Johnny Mathis On some smooth sh**, I'd be gamin' all the honeys Hittin' Hugh Hefner with his Playboy bunnies Check the Sunday funnies, I be readin' Doonesbury See me after dark, love, sh** be gettin' scary I'll freak you like Carrie on the night of the prom Let's keep it cool and calm, I'll start strokin' your palm Work my way up your arm, start kissin' your ear Maybe lickin' your lips, then pullin' your hair Yeah, I'll freak the back spasm, then give the orgasm And if my legs cramp, girl, I'll lick that stank I got it sewn love, so you ain't got no worries Hold up, wait a second, my vision's gettin' blurry Chorus 2X: Stop, hey, what's that smell Someone laced dust all up in my L b**hes start sweatin' once the pockets swell Let's take it back fourteen billion cells [Verse 2- Divine Styler] Periodic measures to say my rhymes Too much of this dope need growth-type slow Off a poet's tree, let me blow my leaves Shake off my roots and pull up my sleeves Break a branchling wist stick Lyrics for the mystical Yo fancy, shake your cha**is Our transystem is torn MCs I hymn-zen, then I'm casualies Pot smoke-seeds, relativities Seize it, I be on every first ability Of chaos, a higher form of infinity Gettin' me virtually supreme ID Reflectors and tackers At which my faster phrased words Super-lax, break raps and MCs jump off wacks Revolves and steers and still sees time stilt I work for Real Bill Divine, it's lyrical chill I say, "Stop", hey, what's that smell? Someone laced dust all up in my L b**hes start sweatin' when the pockets swell Let's take it back fourteen billion cells Stop, hey, what's that smell? Someone laced dust all up in my L b**hes start sweatin' when the pockets swell Let's take it back fourteen billion cells