Fonce Mizell - All the Places lyrics

"All the places and spaces I've been" (Repeat 4x) [C.L. Smooth] Welcome to the zone where the strong only survive The places I drive? all the gangsters can't stay alive Take my universal journey through the jungles of the hardest town Where my brothers lay their life down You want something to play with? Go find yourself some toys, when you mistake these grown men for little boys More real than what is real, so feel 'em sending Compare the God with no beginning and we'll have no ending My blessed rings are down with the king's revelation Had heard me on the Run-DMC's reincarnation Child abuse, women loose, robbery and triple homicide Everywhere this black man resides still Check the monologue, I'm off for 6 a.m. jog To regain my powers, do a set before the showers I'm prime for the summertime, the big time bowler But any season, no reason we can't take it over [Hook] "All the places and spaces I've been" "Can you feel it?" (Repeat 6x) [C.L. Smooth] Are you ready for the legendary crazy rugged rated raw Known to be the smooth who sat by the door Furthermore, for you and I to click, here's the stats Take all that dirty money, set the pot stores and laundry mats You love to gamble now we open up an after-hours spot 20 sacks with the Guinness for the jackpot Members only, playing pool like Willie Mosconi With a tenderoni chatting about the GS I'm batting I'm patting down with the sound of a general Fully supplied by my ghettofied residential We come to rebuild and turn off the heat now Hoping we can take it back to Huguenot Street Palled around the screen TV watching the fight Tonight, cause if it ain't rough it ain't right Ink tents in all of my circumference I connect Now demanding all types of respect, can you dig it? [Hook] [C.L. Smooth] Travelling the warp speed we come to the peak Like a missile I probe and seek, many can't critique My physique is still solid, chiseled down to the very last compound I'm trying that chin, fool, where you been? Still sliding girls in soon as pops fall asleep His game tight, set to flip a shorty late night I like rocks and rubies, condo shows and cuties The hottest cars and the strongest drinks at the bars This is one of those joints that make you stand by the exits Cause every time I'm yapping something crazy happens Keep my tool in my baggy jeans rolling with sneaker fiends Who got a life term working for the firm My labor's fruit off of business as usual Plus my two clan band is making me a wealthy man Now from where I stand, believe it's not a game Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth's a household name [Hook]