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Pete Rock
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pete Rock
Composer
Redman
Composer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Aye, you already know what it is, ****
Lemme tell you somethin' (Aye, fuck that)
Aye, aye, fuck them Gilla House ****
Aye, what you talkin' 'bout, bitch, I'm a pimp
Aye, fuck you
You're goddamn right
I'ma do it like this, ****
[Verse 2]
Yo, I tie up my Air Nikes, prepare for the mic
Straight throwin' up the bike on Jersey Turnpike
Vroom, get at me, the doctor is fine
Cadillac transform into Optimus Prime
I ain't lyin', I'm the future
Satellite dish on the coupe
Wanna be hood down, I'll recruit ya
I talk with slang that swang like Slick Rick chain
King Tut's my new nickname
I'm at the Knicks game when it's on
I get nuggets so I'm there with a Carmello uniform
I jerk to a pawn, then I'm off to work
Train to box you in like Buddy McGirt
Expert got the Draft, not Miller
I hustle my flows like weed, you know the bags got bigger
****, boy a puss
If the pen run outta ink, I kill another octopus
Got the house like Dane Cook, Red L, and Pete Rock
The pressure make the whistle blow on the teapot
Since nineteen I had detox
I was rockin' Reeboks, copyin' the human beatbox
Now from the east side, all grown up
Places I played in, ****, old sewn up
I'm chasin' that dream till I'm at the Garden
On a thousand-foot screen in red monkey jeans
[Verse 3]
Best believe we get high, ****
Best believe we get by, ****
Best believe we get fly, ****
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Best believe we get high, ****
Best believe we get by, ****
Best believe we get live, ****
[Verse 4]
Hot damn, ho, here we go again (Let's go)
My goddamn flow buries hoes and men (Yup)
I got grams, yo stereo was in four rush
Too rough for your scary flow to win (Yup)
Hard stop when I'm barely goin' in
Might as well start singin' like Mario and them (Yup)
So what's the scenario?
My man Pete Rock, Funk Doc, yup, here we go again (Yessir)
I stay high like a guy who supplies in the sky
You probably gotta fly just to buy (Woo)
Kind of guy walkin' by with a Desert .45
Probably be a legend 'fore I die (Die, die)
You wanna see me pay?
You wanna freestyle, the freestyle's for the CBA
Broke **** wanna be me, ay
I'm down with the King, got soul like VBK
[Verse 5]
Best believe we get high, ****
Best believe we get by, ****
Best believe we get fly, ****
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Best believe we get high, ****
Best believe we get fly, ****
Best believe we get live, ****
[Verse 6]
Yo, I be tossin' and flossin', my style is awesome
I grind in my house like Rosario Dawson
Got a studio up in the crib, my very own Hit Factory
Slash D and D slash Quad as I reminisce over you, my God
To the sounds of the Soul Brother #1
All around like Everlast and them 'cause
Your boy back, man, I'm sick of this bubble gum rap
With a soda on the side that these labels and the radio is feedin' us
You ain't gotta eat that stuff
I'm speakin' off the cuff 'cause a brother
Like Pete don't really give a (Damn)
Been a classic since Rakim was rockin' a fade
With a half-moon part and Big Daddy Kane
Was writin' for Biz Mark and I really don't think
That you lil' **** wanna start
Listen, guppy, you swimmin' with a shark
You a puppy, I'm a big dog
Somethin' like Pete Rock the Invincible
Plug it into you, make it all official
Check one-two, yo
Yeah
[Verse 7]
Best believe we get high, ****
Best believe we get by, ****
Best believe we get fly, ****
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Best believe we get high, ****
Best believe we get fly, ****
Best believe we get live, ****
Written by: Pete Rock, Redman