Nice & Smooth - Do Whatcha Gotta lyrics

Where is he now? The guy who used to put the cape on James Brown [Intro/Chorus: Greg Nice] Do what cha got ta do, do whatcha gotta [x3] International, do the Lambada [Verse One: Greg Nice] Yes I'm the man with the mic in my hand Give me elbow room, it's time to expand Styles, that I be kickin is grand Can't catch me with a radar scan Now what's a rock, what's a pebble, what's a stone? What's a bitin MC, that's a clone I'm Big Willie on my cellular phone All I wanna do is make the fly girls moan, hey!! I bring drama like Prince I been rippin microphones (how long?) ever since Rubber boots and Lee suits Three Card Molly and prostitutes Get down, uhh! I stain like ink Comin to your rescue just like Link Tuesday night on my way to the rink Bag me a dime piece dressed in pink [Chorus x2] [Verse Two: Smooth B] Now don't get uptight, I'm travelling at the speed of light And everything's gonna be alright Smooth B, sort of like an action figure Uptown Boogie Down Bronx rap n***a Doin what I gotta Gonna make the Planet Rock like Afrika Bambaata Peace to Red Alert Aiyyo, back up from the ropes, so no one gets hurt It's the MC with the golden charm Dustin rappers off with the golden arm This style deals with the mic in my palm I never leave my crib without readin the psalms I gotta read my scriptures for they keep me refined I gotta keep my nine for the deaf dumb and blind Rewind selector, lead by supreme protector Keepin the tax collector Off my back, and I could never afford to have wack, styles Of rap, check my almanac ("I did it like this, I did it like that") [Chorus x5]