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
(feat. Grap Lover) [Grap] I am the one they call the G, the R, the A, the P and I didn't write this, it's coming off the top of the dome So what you
Lots of lovin, lots of lovin... A sweet serenade, sip lemonade As we laid inside the shade My heart was captured when you possessed it Carressed and
[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
[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
[CL Smooth] Above the level of a mezzanine, healthy as Ovaltine The dominant ? clean, I mean go, the light's green The protege could play like chess
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
"He's a SWEET soul brother" [Pete Rock] Soul Brother #1, here I come on the new tip Nestle coated right, cause I'm rich thick and chocolate Plug up
(feat. Grand Puba) [Pete Rock] Uhh Ahh yeah What we talkin bout? Talkin bout the skinz Skinz? Yeah the skinz, you know, girls Fine women Skinz, listen
(feat. Heavy D, Rob-O, Grap Lover and Dida) [Pete Rock] Ahh yeahh!! Feel the funk bay-beeee!! That's right, this is called The Basement! And my man
Prepare yourself to catch a verse from the big purse Rotate the megahertz, where you heard it first The perpendicular, said none similar Quadruple any
[Pete Rock] Yeah.. uh-huh.. [echoes] It's called the Wig Out [echoes] It's called the Wig Out [echoes] [whispering] It's called the Wig Out [echoes]
Uh, yeah. Uh-huh. We got Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth And we're here to tell you to... And that's a fact, baby Now you're gonna kick some lyrics Like this
[Intro:] (I reminisce, I reminisce) [x3] I reminisce, I reminisce Uh! (I reminisce, I reminisce) Yeah (I reminisce, I reminisce) (I reminisce, I reminisce
Hollywood Mecca of the Movies Who are you and why are you speaking aloud? In this joint there are no cameramen allowed He is a personality not a
By: Lonnie Turner Spoken: The last wombat in Mecca. Take 1. There's some things I can't find Some are better left alone There are few things I won
Повидал Зануда городов России не мало, Были палки, тусовки, всего вроде хватало. Но мысли в Москве, в этом моем грязном подвале, Где потертый микро, для