Lyrics For pete's sake Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

For pete's sake

Here comes 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
Im dip-dip-dope, I rhyme like riz-ope
I cleanse like soap, cause its 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, cmon...

For petes 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 when the microphones pregnant
Give it a rubdown, now heres 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 dont flow that I touch is not a preemie
And who would ever see me when I dream of jeanie
I dont think so, peace, I gotta go
And shake like an earthquake, cousin, for petes sake

To my man...

Here comes 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
Im dip-dip-dope, I rhyme like riz-ope
I cleanse like soap, cause its the great black hope
Stay away from the penile, I can rock the senile
Hons alway wave cause Im slick like lunile
Pete rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock
Plus the way that I flow...blood clot
Yo, my styles cock-diesel and I can do the hustle
Niggaz know the time, I dont have to flex a muscle
Im not the type to fake it, I wouldnt 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 dont want beef, money, chill for petes sake

To my man...

Music please...

(c.l.) the meccas sweet like nectar, maybe cause you need it
Theres 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 rocks chill
No financial aid wade when Im 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 petes sake

To my man...

For petes sake, cmon...