For Pete's Sake Lyrics - Mecca And The Soul Brother - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

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... 

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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 

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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...