Don't Curse (feat. Pete Rock)

This one definitely goes out on a censorship tip

So everybody sit back, relax, and have a champagne sip

We gonna teach these people out there who are

Against sayin' what we want to say the right way

You know what I'm sayin'? So, what we gon' do

Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man

DJ Pete Rock, producer extraordinaire

Yo, Pete Rock, make it clear

I can flex, bend, lend a pen to a friend

Keep a party pimpin' from now till then

I don't have to swear, curse, or juggle

Lyrics in the verse to make a party bubble

So Mr. Censorship, tell me, what's your problem?

There's girlies on the corner if wifey can't solve them

How did she say it? I'm curious, G

Does she say, honey, love me, or baby, baby, fund me?

Anyway, we say what we wanna say

Play how we wanna play, feels good that way

So G rap, huh, it's time to kick a verse

Do your man a favor and don't curse

You're tellin' me don't curse on a verse, then did it worse

First I put a curse on every verse

I kind of got outrageous, check it, even made a record

How I'm doin' on the B-I-T-C-H-es

Drop some verses for the bust

Every word that you heard is 'cause I didn't give a F, aw shucks

Hey yo, I almost forgot

The curse is a plot, but it's gettin' kinda hot

So, I'ma let profanity retire, hey

But if worse come to worse, I'll cut you 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 word and just say kcuf

Kcuf flipped around the other way means ha

Boy, when I do, I see, I can't get stuck

Jump on the mic then I earn a quick buck

Buck meanin' loot, then I grab some boots

And set with my troops

For those who can't follow and got stuck

Kcuf flipped the other way means

It's just a curse, I freaked the nurse in a hearse

But I made sure I had my hat first

CL Smooth, it's time to kick a verse

God cypher the rhyme, we can't curse

Go ahead ask me, when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope

Grab ya by ya hand, wash ya mouth out with soap

Thinking to be the last one with the bad lingo

Scoopin' on the skins in the church from your bingo

Sounds of the Mecca, dark fresh from the tailor

Because they made a movie when he cuss like a sailor

Better yet, dialect dirty like a subway

Freakin' for your loot, here to make it go the other way

In a vocabulary scrimmage

But cursin' in my village ain't good for my image

So Big Daddy, you know it's time to kick a verse

But do your man a favor, don't curse

Uh, the smooth rap inventor that enter

Parental discretion's not advised so there's no need to censor

Kiss wanna peep it, but you wanna beep it, what

I feel like slapping a sticker on ya (Chill, chill, see) what?

Too magical rhymes are too tragical

For any source to stop Kane from gettin' capital

If I thought stickin' me was dissin' me, man, don't you know

That this would be worse than Stephen King's misery

So clean all profanity, stealing all the man to be

Rockin' any microphone you're handin' me

So Heavy D, I'm about to disperse

So, kick another verse and don't forget not to curse

Ay yo, Big Daddy, check this out

I'm about to do some old sly, slick, smooth on the trick Tip stuff

I'ma bring my little cousin, the producer of this joint

His name is DJ Pete Rock, definitely part of one of the family

You know what I'm sayin', G?

He about to flex on this here mic and get busy

Like his big cousin, you know what I'm sayin'? Check it

Pete Rock, take a verse, but don't curse

God Bless, but I can't mess around with the curses

So, I'ma kick verses or a verse

Soul brother number one here to kick facts

Smoke the microphone and produce crazy tracks

You're my bad bro, let's start the flow

I'ma kick rhymes till it's time for me to go

I cant curse 'cause Heavy D said so

Now, I'ma get back to the subject

Get wreck, it you think I'm bluffin', just check

With the crew, Pete Rock and CL smooth very down to earth

And we didn't have to curse

Yea, yea the abstract poet Q-Tip of a Tribe Called Quest

Here to wreck, you know what I'm sayin'

Got my man Pete Rock and my man Heavy D in the house

And we're definitely chillin' on the lifted Tip

So bust the spit out, aha

Flim flam flam, lick my big black stuff

Plus I kick a curse to be rough enough

You can put the sticker where the sun don't shine

So back off and let me get mine

Visions in my head when it's dealin' with hits

If I had 4 girls then I lick 8 its

Wait, don't wanna hear no drama

'Cause the bum diddly Heav is a fav of my mama's

So I blew out and get mad lifted

Don't have to say up to show that I'm gifted

God bless me 'cause I reach my 21st

Heavy D, don't drop a curse

Peace, peace, peace to the preacher

I'm talkin' about a verse without a curse, that's how I reach ya

I can rock a party without a swear or a harsh verb

Backwards, no curse words, Heavy D prefers

So swing, swing to the soul, be clean rhythm

Before I say goodbye, let me tell ya how I hit 'em

CL, Pete Rock, G Rap, Maxwell

Big Daddy, Q-Tip and ah, me as well

Time to say peace, thank Pete for the beats

This funky beat was made for the street

Notice how clean that we kept every verse

But if worse came to worse (We all said a curse)