that count slackness Pete Rock's sounds of blackness The dark guages the flavor I supply Now it's do or die, others are rolling the chocolate thai I
[Pete Rock] Check it out, Lots of Lovin, Pete Rock, CL Smooth, on the remix tip Check it out, come on [CL Smooth] What makes the world go round in your
big, and let out ya asshole Gun smoke when the hood is broke and need the riches Cause all this nigga want is more dough and more bitches [Verse 6: Pete Rock
s see what's next on the menu!" [Pete Rock keeps scratching the sample until C.L. raps verse one] [Pete Rock] Uhh.. uh-huh.. Pete Rock.. uh-huh.. One
are open and closed shows So never doze attention, the Mecca's representing The uptown jazz sound and the chicks start mingling Now let's watch a flick by John Singleton Pete Rock
The warning five, generate pies, niggaz will die Trap the lost souls in the game that we specialize [Pete Rock cuts and scratches x2] [KRS] "Pete Rock
, the masters My crew havin' business, save, put it in through my office The security is tight and the secretary is gorgeous That's official, me and Pete
to my peoples when they ask for pictures Thinkin Cali just fun and bitches, hahaha Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's All them other niggaz
old silver miner Name of hard rock pete Had his house built on a slope They say one of his legs Lived in calico Ther's a rumour going round That the other
's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
go Straight to the dance floor Put your hands up and Put this rock up and party like it ain't no thang No, no There ain't no other place that could
is a Taurus the bull I drink old English, and I do get full If you're wondering why I don't stop my rap 'Cause other M C's can't rock like that My music
, deny their ruin. Watch them try. The cynic laughs at the optimist's closed eyes. Darkness falls, curtain calls, the cynic's beer soon overflows. Other
out Keep it dirty like pigpen, voice in the warrior's head Like [Incomprehensible] Clocking like Big Ben, old school slang Still find a way to innovate Pete Rock
myself We did ah, I did his album and he did mine We did a funk flex joint, Pete Rock joint Dj clue joint, even royal flush joint And a hundred other
yo, will crack the floor shit When the heat's on, you know I draw it I had his number down, Toney just called it Yo, aiyo, Pete Rock, good looking nigga
the spectacle from a distance For instance, there was this cat the other day shootin' me ice grills But when I looked, he looked the other way Now any other
