VERSE 1: C.L. Smooth ] Okay, you wanna act trife and flip the script With your Wonderama drama slash coma riff That you're kickin like Pele, flows even
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
Ghetto of the mind I catch a body at a party, sort of herbal with the verbal Look above and see the vultures fly around in a circle Baggin' while you
this funakthon loaded by the Mecca Don Into the red zone, you spot my skull and cross bone alone To fill the Watergates, slaughter great, think and meditate Set behind the pace of the CL
Ah, yeah, yes, psychedelic Uh, come on, this is what I like It's that Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth stuff Uh huh, yeah, brothers can't understand You know
) On you (When I roll and stroll [unverified] always pack a tool) On you (Just in case, a brother acts a fool) Step into the dragon's lair, Where CL'
To know the truth is to know the self To know the self is to know the Mecca Mecca's not a state of mind or a place Mecca is a way of life It is the answer
chill-side Of town, so let's get down Funky is the word describe this brother on a soul mission Hookin' rugged joints, more soul than the soul kitchen CL
a mobster At night I crack her open just like a lobster (My CL Smooth) It?s all good baby, now you know why I?m stressed when you act shady Sometimes
larger then the next man stole it Oochie coo now, you know the Mecca wanna bang bang Beggin a pardon as I knock a new skinz stank thang CL, kickin flavor
Check it out, ahh yeah Back again with anotha hit and smash Pete Rock, C.L Smooth, we got the groove for you So, go call your crew and let 'em know we
Uh yeah Straighten it out Uh huh Straighten it out We got Pete Rock Straighten it out And C.L. Smooth Straighten it out And we're here to tell you to
It's time to dip dive dip, you might break your hip To the sound that's legit, I've come to make a hit I usually bust scratches with my brother C.L. Smooth
my God It's so, yeah, so lovely That's how we like to do it in the 90's Pete Rock and CL Smooth comin' atcha When I date back I recall a man off the
rate it on a chart, it would be number one Spread it like sauerkraut, the main event doubt You wind up in a rout, CL got the Wig Out CL got the Wig, come on CL
it out Got my man CL Can't forget my man, Cee Lo Can't forget money earnin', Mount Vernon Can't forget New Roch' Can't forget Westchester Can't forget, um, CL
and CL Smooth Without, 'Anger in the Nation' Yo, without 'Mecca and the Soul Brother' You know, 'The Sun Won't Come Out' Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
[CL Smooth] The nightcap was exiled, steadily profiled as the underachievin non-believin can't stand to reason Where's your daddy boy - to categorize