Pete Rock - Mecca and the Soul Brother (Wig Out Mix) lyrics

[Verse 1] Okay, you wanna act trife and flip the script With your Wonderama drama slash coma riff That you're kickin like Pele, flows even Bo knows My versatility capability is simply bourgie Y to the o-u-n-g, another G-to the u-n-s Let's back up, shortie, from the naughty like shorty Berry Gordy with a forty gettin papes, oh Lordy Claim you shoot more rounds than an Uzi Stop the violence, cause ya can't do me New York to L.A. say what I play So catch a runaway smooth like a Billie Holiday You couldn't bag me, boy, with a hefty Train like Rocky but still can't step to me So take a hint, money, leave it alone And play like Stephanie Mills and 'find a home' Plus I never boogaloo with Yacub When mixed with the tricks in a alphabet stew When I design a army I can reign But never have more beef than Saddam Hussein The Night Cap, so prepare for a cat scan When I turn your brain into Moogoo Gai-Pan Finger-lickin the papes like there is no other Mecca and the Soul Brother (Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth) --] Heavy D Mecca and the Soul Brother (Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth was on stage drinkin Cisco) --] Heavy D [ VERSE 2: C.L. Smooth ] Schizophrenic, on a panic I do work When you lurk with the professional ceremonial expert The bold swinger, the Asiatic acrobatic Lovable, sing the blues when I tap it Save the mystery for Agatha Christie Gimme a break, better wake Chief Kanisky I'm not your ordinary modern day cliche Cause I'm here to save you little lost souls anyway Go with the flow with the flutes when it exectues Any comp livin got buried in black suits The limelight, never let it confuse you It's a _Fantasy Island_ without a Tattoo The hardcore few tend to look for It's true, can't buy a knuckle game in the stores Makin movies like your name is Faye Dunaway To hear the rumor echo in the project's hallway You wanna fast break, me no static But Mister Whipple can't dribble like Magic I yolk em up in domination, nerds got scrambled The Tony Randall left in shambles Finger-lickin the papes like there is no other Mecca and the Soul Brother (Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth) --] Heavy D Mecca and the Soul Brother (Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth was on stage drinkin Cisco) --] Heavy D [ VERSE 3: C.L. Smooth ] Let me see.. Pete Rock is like salad dressing When I toss another lesson Ready or not, prime time after seven (kicki it) I pull women like a wisdom tooth Without any conversation with Doctor Ruth (kick it baby) Makin all the girls wind with the glamity 'When Doves Cry', Apollonia and Vanity Picture the Mary Jane frame on a mantle Consider me a vandal the Virgin can't handle And never clown downtown with Pat Sajak Popping that yang riffin "Homie don't play dat" So don't gas the kid to make a movie While I'm smackin a booty who just love to rock a doobie Even though I make petty cash like a beggar With no stash I make a Air bet and knit a sweater sweater So the Night Cap of rappin, no slackin, backin Hand clappin, feet tappin Chief and Captain Could finger-lick the papes like there is no other Mecca and the Soul Brother (Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth) --] Heavy D Mecca and the Soul Brother (Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth was on stage drinkin Cisco) --] Heavy D