Mecca & The Soul Brother Lyrics - All Souled Out - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

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 Bo knows 

My versatility capability can simply bruise you 

Y to the o-u-n-g, another G-to the u-n-s 

Let's back up, shortie, from the naughty like Saudie 

Berry Gordy with a forty gettin papes, oh Lordy 

Claim you shoot more rounds than an Uzi 

Stop the violence, cause ya can't do me 

New York to L.A. say what I play 

So catch a runaway smooth like a Billie Holiday 

You couldn't bag me, boy, with a hefty 

Train like Rocky but still can't step to me 

So take a hint, money, leave it alone 

And play like Stephanie Mills and 'find a home' 

Plus I never boogaloo with Jacub 

We're mixed with the tricks in a alphabet stew 

When I design a army I can reign 

But never have more beef than Saddam Hussein 

The Night Cap, so prepare for a catscan 

When I turn your brain into Moogoo Gai-Pan 

Finger-lickin the papes like there is no other 

Mecca and the Soul Brother 

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(Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth) -- Heavy D 

Mecca and the Soul Brother 

(Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth was on stage drinkin Cisco) -- Heavy D 

[ VERSE 2: C.L. Smooth ] 

Schizophrenic, on a panic I do work 

When you lurk with the professional ceremonial expert 

The bold swinger, the Asiatic acrobatic 

Lovable, sing the blues when I tap it 

Save the mystery for Agatha Christie 

Gimme a break, better wake Chief Kanisky 

I'm not your ordinary modern day clichee 

Cause I'm here to save you little lost souls anyway 

Go with the flow with the flutes when it exectues 

Any comp livin got buried in black suits 

The limelight, never let it confuse you 

It's a _Fantasy Island_ without a Tatoo 

The hardcore few tend to look for 

It's true, can't buy a knuckle game in the stores 

Makin movies like your name is Faye Dunaway 

To hear the rumor echo in the project's hallway 

You want a fast break, me no static 

But Mister Whipple can't dribble like Magic 

I yolk em up in domination, nerds got scrambled 

The Tony Randall left in shambles 

Finger-lickin the papes like there is no other 

Mecca and the Soul Brother 

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(Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth) -- Heavy D 

Mecca and the Soul Brother 

(Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth was on stage drinkin Cisco) -- Heavy D 

[ VERSE 3: C.L. Smooth ] 

Let me see. 

Pete Rock is like salad dressing 

When I toss another lesson 

Ready or not, prime time after seven 

I pull women like a wisdom tooth 

Without any conversation with Doctor Ruth 

Makin all the girls wind with the glamity 

'When Doves Cry', Apollonia and Vanity 

Picture the Mary Jane frame on a mantle 

Consider me a vandal the Virgin can't handle 

And never clown downtown with Pat Sajack 

Popping that yang riffin "Homie don't play dat" 

So don't gas the kid to make a movie 

While I'm smackin a booty who just love to rock a doobie 

Even though I make petty cash like a beggar 

With no stash I make? sweater 

So the Night Cap of rappin, no slackin, backin 

Hand clappin, feet tappin Chief and Captain 

Could finger-lick the papes like there is no other 

Mecca and the Soul Brother