For Pete`s Sake Lyrics

For Pete`s Sake lyrics

Here come's the rugged one plus the way I flip it
I collect the loot and then
I knock the boots
A smooth dark lover prefer to be called the chocolate
lover
Cuz I can do wonders under cover
I'm dip dip dope I rhyme like riz
ope
I cleanse like soap 'cause it's the great black hope
Stay away from
the penile I can rock the senile
Hons alway wave 'cause slick like
bunile
Pete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock
Plus the way that I
flow...blood clot

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, yeah...
So funky, like a street
junky
Like I said before, we go, c'mon...

For Pete's sake I break and
update, wait, I radiate
The dub played to navigate the tune I make
I fit
like a slipper, so catch the Big Dipper
Vital signs are quicker, not the
flat line picture
Showtime original, official 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 doubt, to
shout about a 20-bar segment
Off spring the lyrics when the microphone's
pregnant
Give it a rubdown, now here's the sermon
Everywhere you go you
hear Mecca from the Vernon
Pound for pound, uptown, I 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 so, peace, I gotta go
And shake like an earthquake, cousin, for Pete's
sake

To my man...

Here come's the rugged one, plus the way I flip
it
I collect the loot and then I knock the boots
A smooth dark lover,
prefer to be called the chocolate lover
'Cause I can do wonders under
cover
I'm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme like riz-ope
I cleanse like soap, 'cause
it's the great black hope
Stay away from the penile, I can rock the
senile
Hons alway wave 'cause I'm slick like lunile
Pete Rock on the boot
knock, on the boot knock
Plus the way that I flow...blood clot
Yo, my
style's cock-diesel and I can do the hustle
Niggaz know the time, I don't
have to flex a muscle
I'm not the type to fake it, I 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 beef, money, chill for Pete's
sake

To my man...

Music please...

(C.L.) The Mecca's sweet
like nectar, maybe 'cause you need it
There's a ribbon in the sky, but I
wonder if you see it
In the days of thunder, notice how I simplex in the
proper context
Here steps the one, the answer to the riddle
Survey says
the black press can make you wiggle
The staff to the craft, the stroke of a
pena
Pefect stranger, melody 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 Everglade, the escapade a renagade
Study in
the archives, place your bet, sonny
Head crack back to back for the bail
money
For you, a chapter, slayed by the author
Lickin' on your daughter,
say, south of the border
Now, here we are with the funky repertoire
Draw
warm like a spa, star, forget all the hoopla
C.L. Smooth and Pete
Rock
Could break and penetrate, piece of cake, cousin, for Pete's
sake

To my man...

For Pete's Sake, c'mon...