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Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
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Mecca And The Soul Brother
作词:Corey Brent Penn, Peter O Phillips
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 [Incomprehensible]
Y to the O U N G, another G to the U N S Let's back up, shortie, from the naughty like shortie 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 Jacub
We're 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 ca scam When I turn your brain into Moogoo Gai Pan Finger lickin' the papes like there is no other
Mecca and the soul brother Mecca and the soul brother Mecca and the soul brother Mecca and the soul brother
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 clichee 'Cause I'm here to save you little lost souls anyway
Go with the flow with the fleets when it executes Any comp livin' got buried in black suits 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 The limelight never let it confuse you It was 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 want a 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 Mecca and the soul brother Mecca and the soul brother Mecca and the soul brother
Let me see, Pete Rock is like salad dressing When I toss another lesson Ready or not, prime time after seven I pull women like a wisdom tooth Without any conversation with Doctor Ruth
Makin' all the girls wind with the glamity When Doves cry, Apollonian and Vanity Picture the Mary Jane frame on a mantle Consider me a vandal the Virgin can't handle And never clown downtown with passage, yeah
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 [Incomprehensible]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 Mecca and the soul brother Mecca and the soul brother ...
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