For Pete's Sake Lyrics
| Song | For Pete's Sake |
| Artist | Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth |
| Album | Mecca And The Soul Brother |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dixon, Penn, Phillips | |
| 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... | |
| 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 | |
| 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... |
| zuo ci : Dixon, Penn, Phillips | |
| 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 dipdipdope, i rhyme like rizope | |
| 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 | |
| Mmhmm, mmhmm, yeah... | |
| So funky, like a street junky | |
| Like i said before, we go, c' mon... | |
| 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 20bar 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 merrygoround | |
| 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 | |
| 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 dipdipdope, i rhyme like rizope | |
| 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 cockdiesel 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 buttnaked | |
| 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... |
| zuò cí : Dixon, Penn, Phillips | |
| 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 dipdipdope, i rhyme like rizope | |
| 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 | |
| Mmhmm, mmhmm, yeah... | |
| So funky, like a street junky | |
| Like i said before, we go, c' mon... | |
| 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 20bar 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 merrygoround | |
| 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 | |
| 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 dipdipdope, i rhyme like rizope | |
| 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 cockdiesel 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 buttnaked | |
| 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... |
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