DWYCK

Lyrics

[Intro] Greg N-I-C-E Greg N-I-C-E [Intro: Greg Nice] Aw, yeah, it's another Gang Starr sure shot, uh Featurin' the one and only, handle it, handle it, Roy Nice & Smooth Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot Nice & Smooth has gots to be the sure shot Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot Nice & Smooth has gots to be the sure shot Hey, hey, hey, hey [Verse 1: Greg Nice] Greg Nice, Greg N-I-C-E Dame un beso, ah, oui, oui Rock for a fee, not for free Maybe I'll do it for charity Now my employer or my employee Is makin' Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D Don't ever, ever think of jerkin' me I work too hard for my royalty Put lead in your ass and drink a cup of tea Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri Ooh, la, la, ah, oui, oui I say Muhammad Ali, you say Cassius Clay I say butter, you say Parkay It's alright if you wanna make a sway I'm away uptown, took the deuce to the tre I originate, they duplicate I praise the Lord and keep the faith It's alright, keep bitin' at the bait '92, uh, one year later Peace out, Premier, take me out with the fader [Interlude] Oka-yay Step up O-o-oka-ay Step up O-o-o-oka-ay Step up H-here it-here it is [Verse 2: Guru] I chant, "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe" I wreck the mic like a pimp pimps hoes Here's how it goes, I am a genius, I mean this I shape this, you'll tape this, I'm kind of fiendish You wish that you could come into my neighborhood Meanin' my mental state, still I'm five foot eight Crazy as I wanna be 'cause I make it orderly You could say I'm sort of the boss, so get lost The brother who will make you change opinions Dominions, I'm in them when it's time to kick shit from the heart Plus, I get a piece of the action Feelin' satisfaction from the street crowd reaction Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid Too late, when they dip in the kick, they get sprayed Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is I get more props and stunts than Bruce Willis A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose When I cruise out on the expressway Leavin' the bodega, I say "Suavé" Premier's got more beats than barns got hay Clips are inserted into my gun So I can take the money, never have to run [Interlude] Smooth B Smooth B Smooth B Smooth B [Verse 3: Smooth B] Yo, Keithy E, I left my Phillie at home, do you have another? I wanna get blunted, my brother Now, may I make a mark, then make a spark Over this phat track, or should I say dope beat? Subtract, delete All of the wick-wack that wanna be abstract But they lack the new knack that's comin' from way, way back Ayo, Premier, please pass that buddha sack You heard we quit? No way, bullshit I told you before, we come back with more hits I provide bright flavor, so you can sketch me Do me a favor, don't try to catch me Slightly ahead of the game, I'm not a lame Ask him, he'll tell you the same, he knows my name Smooth, I drop jewels like paraphernalia I'm infallible, not into failure Like a rhinoceros, my speed is prosperous And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus I write in the night to bring truth to the light My dialogue is my own 'cause Smooth B will never bite [Outro: Smooth B] After the tour quits, I come back with more hits After the tour quits, I come back with more hits After the tour quits, I come back— come back— come back— come back— come back with more hits