For Pete’s Sake

Lyrics

[Intro: Pete Rock] 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 Plus, the way that I flow... blood clot Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, yeah... So funky, like a street junkie Like I said before, here we go, c'mon... [Verse 1: C.L. Smooth] For Pete's sake, I break and update, wait, I radiate A dubplate 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 clichés 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 resumé With the route to Brut by Fabergé 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 Jeannie I don't think so, peace, I gotta go And shake like an earthquake, cousin, for Pete's sake [Chorus: Biz Markie sample, scratched by Pete Rock] "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..." [Verse 2: Pete Rock] Here comes 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 [Chorus: Biz Markie sample, scratched by Pete Rock] "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... [Verse 3: C.L. Smooth] 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 prez 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 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 [Chorus: (Pete Rock), Biz Markie sample, scratched by Pete Rock] "To my man..." "To my man..." (For Pete's sake, dammit) "To my man..." "To my man..." (Uh... yeah) "To my man..." "To my man..." (For Pete's sake) "To my man..." "To my man..." (C'mon... uh-huh) "To my man..." "To my man..." (For Pete's sake) "To my man..." "To my man..." (Yeah... c'mon) "To my man..." "To my man..." (For Pete's sake) "To my man..." "To my man..." "To my man..." (Yeah...) [Shout-outs: Pete Rock] To my godson, Little C.L. – rock the house, and Adofo – rock the house To my brother, Grap Luva – rock the house, and Uh, B.I. – rock the house To the YG'z – rock the house, and The Hilltop – rock the house To my man, Black Jay – rock the house, and Uh, Groovey Lew – rock the house To my man Walt G. – rock the house, and Uh, Ronald B. – rock the house, and Uh, G.O. – rock the house To my man, Rob-O – rock the house, and Uh, David Tisdell – rock the house, and Uh, Tammy Steele – rock the house, and Uh, Eric Coleman – rock the house, and Uh, Alan A. – rock the house, and To my man, Deo – rock the house, and Uh, Rude Ruddy – rock the house, and Uh, Derek Coleman rock the house, and Uh, Nick-T. – rock the house To my man Mike Daddy – rock the house, and Uh, Joe Black – rock the house To my man, J Steel – rock the house, and Everybody – rock the house Signing off! Peace... [Outro: Biz Markie sample, scratched by Pete Rock] "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..."