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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pete Rock
Pete Rock
Performer
InI
InI
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
P. Phillips
P. Phillips
Songwriter
Gregory Phillips
Gregory Phillips
Songwriter
Rahsaan Rousseau
Rahsaan Rousseau
Songwriter
Robert Odindo
Robert Odindo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
P. Phillips
P. Phillips
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
"Natty Dread" like "Bob" so rock steady
With no spaghetti with meat sauce
Maybe salads with one toss
No bread of the sorrow 'cause afraid to see tomorrow
It's religion never suspicious
You're too delicious for the tongue
See the lungs breathe a natural high
Just like the shirts that's so lovely
So ask Marco Polo and I never go solo
Because I roll with the crew that keep the funk flows
That make you dance until the sisters take glance
I hope you find romance, try your luck, take a chance
Till I enter like the Milton Plaza I'm the center
Of it all, the fucking prince of the ball
Standing six feet tall, that's a long way to fall
But not worry 'cause my vision ain't blurred
The "I" is hotter than the spice and curry
So don't stress the father or you might feel the fury
[Verse 2]
So check the situation, a raw deal is what we facing
What's the flavor of the rules they mandate
The climbing gets hotter as the city gets smarter once swap
A million one catch they trying to earn top dollar
Half that mil, they straight out to kill
I'm cultivated and destined to act real ill
Black let up in the things of fine boroughs of pain
Only reason why the east and the west it ain't the same
I'm twenty-something years of age and life surely ain't about handouts
So I lace my plan out, hard work is levicated to an encore survival
Considergize less and from conception to arrival
Now that I'm here my fear shall decrease
Learn about life making my way to the east
From four square yard struggler
The G's on time, your God hit me with that rhyme
[Verse 3]
Introducing the are to the OBO
You didn't know, I witness ya thoughts I'm Rob Odindo
But your inventions confuse me on the surface
Ya nervous, because your lack of purpose
Check it, thought about it, much much later
Should've kept it real would've been much greater
But you got in it like a pussy in fact
Bein' pussy kept your wack ass back
Now in '95 to two thousand Rob is on some next shit
Game type, yeah, in your heart, you know it ain't right
Dissention among the ranks
I'm giving thanks to the most high for plantin' me firm
Upon this world that's forever changin'
The conflict that I'm engagin'
The concert with amiss communication
Imagine that me take the weight
For some next kid short
Yo, it's a Grown Man Sport
[Verse 4]
Yeah, yeah like that, (Laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa)
It's a Grown Man Sport, yeah (Laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa)
It's a Grown Man Sport, come on (Laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa)
It's a Grown Man Sport(Laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa)
This here is a Grown Man Sport, yeah
[Verse 5]
Hold it, suppose it was me speaking on tapes
To create a lifestyle to marinate
Different latitudes search cocaine to food
Excuse my move to bliss
Eternal stress in fits
I see the same in many, penny thoughts
'Cause honey thought I wasn't ready but willing
Now I'm blowing through the ceiling
Go real only when a **** make me any noise
So figure, the first letter supports the sport
[Verse 6]
Enfin Seraphin Pieds fins
Inl, le nouveau prophete de la scene mondiale
Oui, que voulez vous faire nous tester
Je dois daire pas pense a deux fois mon frere et ce Grown Man Sport
Qui veut dire c'est pas chouette dans mon livre le remettre
INI, est ici pour vivre toujours
Je prie le grand maitre Selassie roi de rois chaque soirs, alors
[Verse 7]
C'mon
La la la la la, it's a Grown Man Sport
La la la la la, it's a Grown Man Sport
La la la la la, it's a Grown Man Sport
La la la la la, it's a Grown Man Sport
Like that
This one going out dedicate this one to the almighty God
Rastafari Selassie
Inl as we come of for '95 '96
You live, respect
Written by: Gregory Phillips, P. Phillips, Rahsaan Rousseau, Robert Odindo
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