Tom Coyne - Da Two lyrics

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Tom Coyne - Da Two lyrics

[Produced by Pete Rock] [Verse 1: CL Smooth] Introducing C.L. then face the feats Then I remind you of third street when it was sweet See this, move on and grow to another plateau with me and... Havin that dough In the last days when critical times, Ileft To deal with my grand daddy's endeavors When correcting my errors the first shot came in 91 E.P. done my struggle To label this untouchable foundation due in 92, top ten review Respect new when that flew, They Reminisce Over You Skirt chasin what they rate me in this whole rap affair But when it really comes down to it who cares Like the tortoise and the hare ya know the race I run But ya losin all the nights, ya let the rabbit get the gun Number one wit a bullet and my pit name, black It's the best who ever did it on a Pete Rock track [Hook x2: Pete Rock] Ayo two cool cats who reclaim the name Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth in this here rap game But the good news is that there is a crew Not 5 not 4 not 3 (Just two!) [Verse 2: Pete Rock] In the beginning, let it be like the record spinning As a child I stack 45's in a pile blow the dust off Put it on before I can walk Play static on my pop dukes automatic I knew I wasn't average music in my bloodstream My pops watch his son live his dream Now as time flew, the original cla**y rock crew Shine through on streets and avenues The next chapter you read it MC Shan said it Gotta give the man behind wheels credit Yes yes y'all, BLS and Marley Marl The Rap Attack put my talents on the map Now it's Pete Rock for days in Tha Basement As I amaze watch me blow in 98 ways I specialize in rap, DJ and produce With more hot tracks then Carlos DeJesus Hook x2 [Verse 3: CL Smooth] What it look like, ain't nothin changed but the weather Still riding with C.D.'s and leather, roll fives and better For all that's folded in ya pocket, how long it take To re-up and clock it, drop and make a profit And lay my position with you that we know what to do And not to do, stop this fighting each other God knowledge ya wiz, that you know who the enemy is, furthermore Don't hide it divide it then X ya squares To keep them other cats folded like beach chairs Got an eye on that street aristocrat Let C.L. show ya where the strengths at Turn it up right here or just call the cop Cuz we on it like this to the last stop The next Humphrey Bogart, mastering art Like a j**eler wit a diamond cutter, taking em apart Don't start what ya can't finish When ya bubble wit sk**s that never diminish Ya best team against mine is a light scrimmage So play like Popeye and eat spinach Hook x2