Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - For Pete's Sake lyrics

Here come's the rugged one, bust the way I flip it I collect the loot and then I knock the boots A smooth dark brother, prefer to be called the chocolate lover Cuz I can do wonders under cover I'm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme like riz-ope I cleanse like soap, cause it's the great black hope Stay away from the penile, I can rock the senile Hons always wave cause slick like Nu-nile Pete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock Plus the way that I flow...blood clot Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, yeah... So funky, like a street junky Like I said before, we go, c'mon... For Pete's sake I break and update, wait, I radiate A dub plate to navigate the tune I make I fit like a slipper, so catch the Big Dipper Vital signs are quicker, not the flat line picture Showtime original, official with the smooth criminal I hit the cliches on the subliminal With the soul technician to fill the prescription In addition listen close to the mission The P.E.T.E.R.O.C.K., resume With the route to Brut by Faberge No doubt, to shout about a 20-bar segment Offspring of lyrics when the microphone's pregnant Give it a rubdown, now here's the sermon Everywhere you go you hear Mecca from the Vernon Pound for pound, uptown, I get down And bound to spin the record like a merry-go-round The klepto flow that I touch is not a preemie And who would ever see me when I dream of Jeanie I don't think so, peace, I gotta go And shake like an earthquake, cousin, for Pete's sake To my man... Here come's the rugged one, bust the way I flip it I collect the loot and then I knock the boots A smooth dark brother, prefer to be called the chocolate lover Cause I can do wonders under cover I'm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme like riz-ope I cleanse like soap, cause it's the great black hope Stay away from the penile, I can rock the senile Hons always wave cause I'm slick like Nu-nile Pete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock Bust the way that I flow...blood clot Yo, my style's co*k-diesel and I can do the hustle n***as know the time, I don't have to flex a muscle I'm not the type to fake it, I wouldn't try to take it Tie your girl to the back of my Jeep bu*t-naked Slide her monkey a** down the hill So if you don't want beef, money, chill for Pete's sake To my man... Music please... (C.L.) The Mecca's sweet like nectar, maybe cause you need it There's a ribbon in the sky, but I wonder if you see it In the days of thunder, notice how I suplex in the proper context Here steps the one, the answer to the riddle Survey says the black pres can make you wiggle The staff to the craft, the stroke of a painter Perfect stranger, melody arranger Loopholes are filled when I build with the sk** Liquid steels the mic on the Rock's chill No financial aid wade when I'm paid Deep as the Everglade, the escapade a renagade Study in the archives, place your bet, sonny Head crack back to back for the bail money For you, a chapter, slayed by the author Lickin' on your daughter, say, south of the border Now, here we are with the funky repertoire Draw warm like a spa, star, forget all the hoopla C.L. Smooth and Pete Rock Could break and penetrate, piece of cake, cousin, for Pete's sake To my man... For Pete's Sake, c'mon... To my godson little CL rock the house And Dafo rock the house And To my brother Grap Luva rock the house And B.I. rock the house To the YGs rock the house And the hilltop rock the house To my man Black Jay rock the house And Groovy Lou rock the house To my man Walt G. rock the house And Ronald B. rock the house And G.O. rock the house To my man Rob-O rock the house And David Tisdale rock the house And Terry Steele rock the house And Eric Coleman rock the house And Alan A. rock the house To my man D.O. rock the house And Rude Rudy rock the house And Derek Coleman rock the house And Nick T. rock the house To my man Mike Daddy rock the house And Joe Black rock the house To my man J Steel rock the house And everybotay rock the house, signin' off!!! Peace