jump around I'm no clown, I get down To the funk, listen to the wig out And step to the rear, dear, 'cause I'm here The P to the E to the T E rockin
'm lampin' in you can't be in I'm the one like Mr. Anderson Rappers can't handle them I hand em' a handkerchief and hang of shit, it's Pete Rock The
the P now I'm Menace like Dennis, so don't try to play me close I wave my gun in the air yo I don't fuckin' care It's Pete Rock on the mic check one,
for bein' passive The bassist in the game should've been got they ass kicked On the Pete Rock tip, we hit the streets Like we rock classic Pete Rock funk
jacket, I fit 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
[Intro: RZA] Yo... before the Greeks and the creeks.. It's an old Pete Rock classic, nigga, yo [RZA] Before the Greeks and the creeks, before you can
You're beautiful, the way you wear that, share that Have many ladies but nothing can compare to that smile That style that drives men wild That ring could
, dimes I bag and bail And I done ran through more checks than Frank Avedale [Chorus: Pete Rock] Yo, this goes out to DJ's and MC's Unlock real hip-hop, Rock
[Leela James] Had things on my mind I tried to get by Things ain't goin right Workin day and night Gon' keep on movin on Cause a new day gon' come Gotta
[Postaboy] Uh, yeah, yeah Harlem, Postaboy, let's go Harlem, PB, Pete Rock, woo woo Uhh, let's go I'ma show you how we get down like, with this pound
[Black Ice] Hey yo When you look at me and my brothers what's your first impression Does the sight of us leave you guessin or do you understand the stressin
t worry 'bout us, nigga, we good Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood (Yeah when I'm in the USA, they say, "Yes, DJ") When Pete's in the blend
I am One two rock the house Come on help me turn it out I'm getting down for mine so get down for yours Sending this one out rock steady no doubt One
Get your drank on, get your smoke on Get your dance on, skin tight pants on Get your party on, get your holla on Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your party
chocolate Plug up any mic I'll bet you Pete Rock'll spark it Hons always ask what's the bulge in my pocket? I tell 'em, papes, I rock them top to bottom
like this Little Brother, Pete Rock Another sure shot, another banger 'Soul Survivor, Part II' for me and you, let's get it I wanna rock with you So
likeness 'Cuz possibly clones'd try to do it like this Fathom this lyrically fabulous vocabulist Hold mic like four fifth and lick shot somewhat like Pete Malik rock
wit a bullet and pit named black It's the best that ever did it on a Pete Rock track Aye yo, two cool cats who reclaim the name Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth
