Various Artists - What's Next on the Menu? lyrics

[Pete Rock] Uhh.. {*scratches*} "Let's see what's next on the menu!" -] Big Daddy Kane [Pete Rock] One two.. ahh.. ahh yeah.. {*scratches*} "Let's see what's next on the menu!" -] Big Daddy Kane [Pete Rock] Yeah.. {*scratches*} "Let's see what's next on the menu!" -] Big Daddy Kane {Pete Rock keeps scratching the sample until C.L. raps verse one} [Pete Rock] Uhh.. uh-huh.. Pete Rock.. uh-huh.. One two.. Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Say what, say what? [C.L. Smooth] The chef in one breath laid a dance of d**h On a grill pursuin and barbecuin and groovin in sk** (WHOO!) Holla when I snatch em by the collar See em starvin like Somalia While you trickin stickin chicks up in the booty parlor (Whoah) A lot of funk to make you say, "Aow, C.L. how?" Cause all I know is listen, can I get mines now? (Say what?) In my verse brain cells burst so beep the nurse For the knowledge cause the worst n***as talk garbage A mean machine, to light it like kerosene My cuisine is how David k**ed the freakin Philistines (uh-huh..) Begin to sin, with the devilish grin So me and my kin, can win and break bread when the record spin (Yeah..) My love is real Ock, a lyrical buildin block With incredible settable pure funk of Pete Rock (woo-WHOO!) Forget the soup of the day, cause n***as are ga**in Well styles I broke smooth lotion down the ashy as hell Got a rhyme so chunky it's amazin G I make you think the Fat Boys are back on crazy (YEAH) Major Mecca's in Asia when I date her Some old flavor by the sun moon and stars and over the equator Universally thirstin me to show no mercy To madmen, the Devil wanna send (YEAH) Word to life money ain't a rapper livin I can't run though so (.. "Let's see what's next on the menu!") {Pete Rock keeps scratching the sample until C.L. raps again} [Pete Rock] So? What's on the menu? What's on the menu? So.. what's on the menu? What's on the menu? What's on the menu? Hah.. [C.L. Smooth] I'm buckwild, I'm wise for my size so realize My lyrical fries today's tough guys, n***a So box and throw rocks, fish or cut bait Even if I was a lightweight, I still fight great (UHH) I double em up and shuffle em down, combinate, stick n move around Til you work me up an appetite to fight Like a nick in the paint, think it is when it ain't With no more restraint I make a frail opponent faint (OH!) You need to get your ears glued to soul food That makes you boogie til your nude and you never get rescued (OW!) Now waiter take an order simply nothin shorter Than the lamb to the slaughter recorder I'm flowin like water (YES..) Since you're popular, I see nothin stoppin ya From generatin lucci livin larger than Gucci, HELLO It's Mecca's hour when the man is in power To roast there (what?) I cook a medium rare, so toast Perignon Poppa, my rugged styles vary; sh** I want a salary Mariah couldn't Carey DIG IT I sport a blue face Rolex for thirty grand (yeah..) Now take your family to go see "Who's the Man?" I wear colognes that excite your hormones And Versace the wifey bought, now who woulda ever thought? Word to life, ain't a rapper livin I can't run though so (.. "Let's see what's next on the menu!") {Pete Rock keeps scratching until his rap verse} [Pete Rock] What's on the menu? What's on the menu? What's on the menu.. Uhh! Yeah.. c'mon What's next on the menu? What's on the menu? What's on the menu? Ahhh.. Here I come on the rise The Godfather of the Funk I make it happen (what?) I'm next on the menu, "Who's the Man" rappin? (uhh) The hardcore for the dancefloor, no need for an intro (say what?) You know who's the one, the man that gets the job done (yeah) It's rare, the sound that you hear is so original You can't copy it down, so let it be subliminal (AOWW) You can't rock like the Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth (aw yeah) Together forever, like G. Rap says, "YOU LOSE!" So pull up a chair and relax and let the music flow And leave you on that note cause I'm read' to go (yeah..) You gonna have a hard time tryin to run through me so (.. "Let's see what's next on the menu!") Uhh.. what's on the menu? What's on the menu? What's on the menu? Ahh, c'mon.. What's on the menu? What's on the menu? What's on the menu? Yeah.. Special shoutout, to my man Lord Finesse He's in the house y'all Can't forget my man, O.G., he's in the house y'all Can't forget my man C.L. Smooth He's in the house Grap Lover, I-N-I Everybody up in the Vernon, peace Yeah, funk Yeah, funk Ahh Can't forget the Uptown crew Can't forget the Bronx crew Can't forget the Brooklyn crew Can't forget the Queens crew Yeah, AOWW! Can't forget the Yonkers crew Can't forget Now Rule crew The whole Westchester, White Plains Got to get props Yeah.. the beat don't stop And we out like this.. SEE-YAH!!!!!!!