For Pete's Sake Songtext
von Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

Bust it, bust it, bust it

Here come′s the rugged one, bust the way I flip it
I collect the loot and then I knock the boots
A smooth dark brother, prefer to be called the chocolate lover
'Cause I can do wonders undercover
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 always wave ′cause slick like Nu-nile
Pete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock
Bust the way that I flow blood clot

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, yeah
Ahh, ahh
So funky, like a street junky
Like I said before, here we go
Come on, come on


For Pete′s sake I break and update, wait, I radiate a dubplate and navigate the tunes 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 sole 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
Offspring of 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 klepto flow that I touch is not a preemie
And who would ever see me when I dream of Genie
I don't think so, peace, I gotta go and shake like an earthquake, cousin, for Pete′s sake

(to my man, to my man, to my man) Yeah
(to my man, to my man, to my man) All clear
(to my man, to my man, to my man) Ugh
(to my man, to my man, to my man)Uh come on
(to my man, to my man, to my man) Yeah
(to my man, to my man, to my man) So funky
(to my man, to my man, to my man) Uh-huh
(to my man, to my man, to my man)


Here come's the rugged one, bust the way I flip it
I collect the loot and then I knock the boots
A smooth dark brother, prefer to be called the chocolate lover ′cause I can do wonders undercover
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 always wave ′cause I'm slick like Nu-nile
Pete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock
Bust the way that I flow blood clot

Yo, my style′s cock-diesel and I can do the hustle
Niggas 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, to my man, to my man
To my man, to my man, to my man
To my man, to my man, to my man
To my man, to my man, to my man
To my man, to my man, to my man
To my man, to my man, to my man
To my man, to my man, to my man

To my man, to my man, to my man (Music please)
To my man, to my man, to my man
Come on (My man, to my man)
To my man, to my man, to my man (Music please)
To my man, to my man, to my man
To my man, to my man, to my man
To my man, to my man, to my man
To my man, to my man, to my man

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 suplex in the proper context
Here steps the one, the answer to the riddle
Survey says the black pres can make you wiggle

The staff to the craft, the stroke of a painter
Perfect 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 renegade
Study in the archives, place your bets, honey
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, damn it
(to my man) Uh
(to my man) Yeah
To my man
(to my man) For Pete′s sake
(to my man) Come on
(to my man) Uh-huh

(to my man) For Pete's sake
(to my man) Yeah
(to my man) Come on
To my man
(to my man) For Pete's sake
(to my man) Yeah
To my man, to my man, to my man

To my godson little CL rock the house
And a Dafo, rock the house
And to my brother Grap Luva, rock the house
And a B.I, rock the house
To the YGs, rock the house
And the Hilltop, rock the house
To my man Black Jay, rock the house
And a Groovy Lou, rock the house
To my man Walt G, rock the house
And a Ronald B, rock the house
And a G.O, rock the house

To my man Rob-O, rock the house
And a David Tisdale, rock the house
And a Terry Steele, rock the house
And a Eric Coleman, rock the house
And a Alan A, rock the house
To my man D.O, rock the house
And a Rude Rudy, rock the house

And a Derek Coleman, rock the house
And a Nick T, rock the house
To my man Mike Daddy, rock the house
And a Joe Black rock the house
To my man J Steel, rock the house
And everybody, rock the house
Signin′ off, peace (to my man)

To my man
To my man
To my man
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To my man
To my man
To my man
To my man

To my man
To my man
To my man
To my man
To my man
To my man
To my man