Pete Rock - Street Cinema 2 lyrics

Sporty Thievs, Pete Rock sh** Chill cousin Rock-a-block Shot callers [Big Dubez] We in the outlets buyin' outfits with the counterfeits And we get down south with it n***a your powder got no power, it's 30% flour Plus you a coward who drink amaretto sours Jump out the shower Brando throw on the 'Burbs With the fur see my n***a on the curb I'm like "errrr!" The D's can't make out a face on the stakeout Not mine's, the face on the dough and the cake out Plus my j**elry got the police hatin' Takin' Bran to the station, cuz he got bacon Got the bats in the car, clothes match in the car With some hydro mixed with hash in the jar There be a** at the bar, so I flash at the bar Leave with a b**h and have a** for tomorrow Yo the Beamer with the license plate from Antigua Be on the low like a gun in your son's speaker [Hook 2x] Street cinema, ya'll forgot the cinema was street Saw me with a freak and thought the cinema was sweet Big n***as eat while real players chic And deceased underneath don't f** with a thief [King Kirk] My flow's a threat, have you wake up pettin' a cold sweat Ya'll n***as couldn't hang like a slave with no neck Mic check, taste the liquor, Kirk's sicker The n***a's lookin' at they sister's naked picture Watchin' Hitler, laughin', drunk poppin' asprin When this track's in make sure your seat belt's fastened Kirk's like thug pa**ion, have you crashin' Crowd clappin', your go, no reaction Cat's talk sh**? I don't even respond 'em Just slide one in they girl and autograph the condom When the time come you find some periodic King got it, ya'll cats sound idiotic Vocals flow like a boat cruise If I was two dudes and we battled, we'd both lose Styles wild like a monkey drunk If I fell I bounce back like Humpty Dump on a bungee jump [Hook 2x] [Marlon Brando] I don't have time for punishin' n***as who wanna battle Get ate then they man tell 'em "what the f** you rhyme for?" That's what a rhyme for, nothin' lesser from afar All you saw was saliva and hand gestures Hail rap's Medusa, I turn you statue Speechless with your own block laughin' at you Then merk with your loca I'm promisin' her the coast-a Just to make love to her boca Then send her on down with c**a in her throat-a No soda, makin' that broad boba And all I got was blown by her Now she wanna hang around like old kicks on telephone wire My thing ain't complete without a beat from Pete haaa We got this run along and beat your meat I'm with hoes and comos on a private flight n***a Thanks for comin' out god bless goodnight n***a