Pete Rock

Pete Rock - For Pete's Sake lyrics

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 Here come's the rugged oneplus the way I flip it

I collect the loot and then I knock the boots

A smooth dark loverprefer to be called the chocolate lover

Cuz I can do wonders under cover

I'm dip-dip-dopeI rhyme like riz-ope

I cleanse like soap'cause it's the great black hope

Stay away from the penileI can rock the senile

Hons alway wave 'cause slick like bunile

Pete rock on the boot knockon the boot knock

Plus the way that I flow...blood clot



Mm-hmmmm-hmmyeah...

So funkylike a street junky

Like I said beforewe goc'mon...



For pete's sake I break and updatewaitI radiate

The dub played to navigate the tune I make

I fit like a slipperso catch the big dipper

Vital signs are quickernot the flat line picture

Showtime originalofficial 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 doubtto shout about a 20-bar segment

Off spring the lyrics when the microphone's pregnant

Give it a rubdownnow here's the sermon

Everywhere you go you hear mecca from the vernon

Pound for pounduptownI get down

And bound to spin the record like a merry-go-round

The cut don't flow that I touch is not a preemie

And who would ever see me when I dream of jeanie

I don't think sopeaceI gotta go

And shake like an earthquakecousinfor pete's sake



To my man...



Here come's the rugged oneplus the way I flip it

I collect the loot and then I knock the boots

A smooth dark loverprefer to be called the chocolate lover

'cause I can do wonders under cover

I'm dip-dip-dopeI rhyme like riz-ope

I cleanse like soap'cause it's the great black hope

Stay away from the penileI can rock the senile

Hons alway wave 'cause I'm slick like lunile

Pete rock on the boot knockon the boot knock

Plus the way that I flow...blood clot

Yomy style's cock-diesel and I can do the hustle

Niggaz know the timeI don't have to flex a muscle

I'm not the type to fake itI wouldn't try to take it

Tie your girl to the back of my jeep butt-naked

Slide her monkey ass down the hill

So if you don't want beefmoneychill for pete's sake



To my man...



Music please...



(c.l.) the mecca's sweet like nectarmaybe 'cause you need it

There's a ribbon in the skybut I wonder if you see it

In the days of thundernotice how I simplex in the proper context

Here steps the onethe answer to the riddle

Survey says the black press can make you wiggle

The staff to the craftthe stroke of a pena

Pefect strangermelody arranger

Loopholes are filled when I build with the skill

Liquid steels the mic on the rock's chill

No financial aid wade when I'm paid

Deep as the evergladethe escapade a renagade

Study in the archivesplace your betsonny

Head crack back to back for the bail money

For youa chapterslayed by the author

Lickin' on your daughtersaysouth of the border

Nowhere we are with the funky repertoire

Draw warm like a spastarforget all the hoopla

C.l. smooth and pete rock

Could break and penetratepiece of cakecousinfor pete's sake



To my man...



For pete's sakec'mon...                      
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