a X-lax The night cap of rap Here to make another hit To undercover, smudder word to mother Pump it for the playground World renowned Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth
Some live the good life loungin' by the pool Catching a suntan and everything's cool Male or female, you want to be set In the big mansion drinking Moet
Above the level of a mezzanine, healthy as oval tine The dominant gene queen, I mean go, the light's green The protege could play like chess to quest
the Spark Brothers, many retire when I open fire Droppin' smooth synthetic, the physical?s mental But the outcome is energetic Larger clientele, drops by the CL
[CL Smooth] What's goin on baby? Ain't nuttin - it's CL Smooth Sextafied everyday; you gotta know that this live Let's get right to it Chorus: repeat
the house y'all Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in
collecting strictly knockouts The brothers I sparred, which only means the man got nothing to prove On a power move, made by the CL Smooth Live forty
Anyway your honor, hearsay the melee Is here for the payday, so A to the K Or should I say Deda, original baby par Smooth like a reservoir, the funky
. Smooth, with lots of love Lots of lovin', lots of lovin' Lots of lovin', lots of lovin' Lots of lovin', lots of lovin' The heat C.L. Smooth, with
Here comes the hurricane, C.L same name Cut by the grain when I land upon the plain Jah knew the Hebrew, a papa duke need you But none of the fam who
booty and Large like a [Incomprehensible] Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth without a doubt That's why we're all souled out Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Smooth
You know nowadays it, seems like there's a lot of Bad things going on and, I guess a lot of it From the way I see it, seems to still stem from Lack of
Where there can be no type of slackin' in your mackin' The whole agenda is for me to decide The major hustle is God when brothers coincide With the bonafide CL Smooth
, the jack of all trades Couldn't even gang bang and niggas can't hang With so many styles, you'd swear the shit was out of Wu-Tang But the samurai, CL Smooth
dips knew it was Harlem wheat I was flowing on the place to be Is being the capital rapper, the G-R-A-P In the place to be wit my man Pete Rock and CL Smooth
been can you feel it? All the places and spaces I've been can you feel it? Are you ready for the legendary crazy rugged ready war? Known to be the smooth
and orthodox, who caught the props Who's styles are shit, who's gonna rock? On to the break of dawn, you wanna battle, pay the price Mathematically precise, smooth
ayo, you know they style, and yeah I'm here to warn ya Getting shaky cause I'm coming up on ya It's Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth on a major pape mission
