Pete Rock, and you don't stop To the Pete Rock, and you don't stop My nigga Pete Rock, and you don't stop [Verse 3] I never felt like I should have
Yeah, I'd be switchin' up the rhythm Like the rhyme's a piece of chewing gum Now I might chew but I don't bite My ideas are mine when I begin to write
first and as we disperse I sparks your head like a cloudburst Ya don't stop, ya don't quit Derek X, I'm guaranteed to be the ultimate Brother Derek
don't even have a slider Idea when you need me , we gonna worst turn into fighters Yea yea bitch Ya muthafucking biter Cock and, squeeze, bust Dirty dozen don't
nigga my squad deep But Glasses Malone is not signed to BlackWallstreet Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype Hear that Mike? And don't be
out like Richard Pryor So Grand Puba, kick a verse But do your man a favor and don't curse Don't curse, bust it I won't curse, I'll take a famous curse
I had it Got mad at it and don't want it no more And that goes for everything from flippin' that raw Flippin' whores, flippin' vocal chords, don't get
bald heads The INI's in the house Pete Rock, Grap Luva, Mark, and Polo rising and you don't stop We let the funk slide and let God be our guide Flowing
our house They were supposed to kill my father, but they didn't That was the night everything changed See, sometimes, you gotta flash 'em back See niggaz don't
one homie Only this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know me Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great
I had it Got mad at it and don't want it no more And that goes for everything from flippin that raw Flippin whores, flippin vocal chords, don't get it
boss, nigga my squad deep But Glasses Malone is not signed to BlackWallstreet Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype Hear that Mike? And don't be
tool gon' finish Never been the loudmouth type Sugar Shane of this rap shit, southpaw when the mac spit Listen rookie, don't make me mad boy Or you gon' be
[Pete Rock] rock the house (rock the house) east New York, east New York east New York, east New York east New York, east New York my man AZ to the fullest
S.I., ain't as wild as me They lousy, I'm phat like a pound of cheeba weed brownies Tone got the powder squeeze, don't surround me Quick to pick a honey
roll deep hold heat and talk slick yea yea bitch stay off my dick [Proof] I turn a hard nigga yellow and make his ass faster than a cheetah don't blaze
