Outta My Way Baby Lyrics

Outta My Way Baby lyrics

[Pete Nice]



Pete Nice is in the house, ah Beatnuts in the house



Woop woop, Daddy Rich is in the house and we're about to swing it







 "Outta my way baby! Man gotta keep on moving" (Repeat 2x)







Never got caught in the booty booty trends



As a youth peeped Red Alert on the weekends



Daddy Rich skills on the cuts like the butter



Head for the hills, jet go and tell your mother



Minister, sinister, a fist full of dollars see



Get with the vibes of my slick verbal tapestry



Never second guess cause your rep will start to crumble



Play the role of humble, if you follow, never stumble



Don't fret y'all if you think you're born the suspect



One day your record might boom in the projects



Say where you been, hey been swimming in the sewers



Cruising 24th street, picking up some brewers



Ya from, stung you with the lyrical artilary



Big rap money-making, please this place is for me



Like the E-Double said, "So Whatcha Saying?"



So get your fat ass out my way and







 "Outta my way baby!""Big rap money-making nigga"



 "Outta my way baby!""Man gotta keep on moving"







Here I come on the one with the burger on the bun



packing a ton, my water pistol weighs a ton, son



Some call me Jake, used to roll with the Fatman



Listen to my man, say Shawn's I'm a black man



Gave away the booty if the booty ever smelled up



Not the ??? with the frisk and got you felt up



Think I fall off, but let me tell you something



That's the day I see the white man jumping



Got the flavor of a Beemer 850



When it comes to tracks me and Rich is kinda pickey



Pete Nice and Daddy Rich swing and kick a verse



Step the way out my way out my way







 "Outta my way baby!""Man gotta keep on moving"



 "Outta my way baby!""Big rap money-making nigga"







Up in the Bronx where the people's kinda fresh and



Bought the Nike Air low cuts off the Jew man



Polish up a track like you polish up your five-stars



When I finish ripping, better check the stars



Bringing out the worst like a hearst in the casket



A question I ask it, a tisket, I tasket



Not the butter head cold chewing on the Grape Nuts



Beat style poetic with the butter of the Beatnuts



Took it overseas like the Lovetron Darryl Dawkins



Schoolyard ball, Roger Brown or Connie Hawkins



Walking like a duck, milk's the one but it's wispering



Sucking on pipes, but look at what it did to you



Pimping, scoring, the tour bus touring



Going to the Garden, see the Knickerbockers balling



Best believe we got the beat swinging



Peace to Mike Brady and I leave my man singing







 "Outta my way baby!""Man gotta keep on moving"



 "Outta my way baby!""Big rap money-making nigga" (Repeat
2x)