Pete Rock And CL Smooth

Pete Rock And CL Smooth - If It Ain't Rough, It Ain't Right lyrics

rate me

Above the level of a mezzanine, healthy as oval tine

The dominant gene queen, I mean go, the light's green

The protege could play like chess to quest the best

Confess, never poor as Bangladesh

I get busy like a boxer, operate like a doctor

Seal like a locker, pop like Orville Reden Bacher

Buy the tape, L P, C D

All me and Petey, to cater to the needy

'Like a Prayer' for Madonna but 'A Different World' for Jasmine

C L is well a physical attraction

Let me make myself perfectly clear

While I'm there, I make a peer a positive pap smear

Really I do once I light the barbecue

Thread the loose ends, see my friends are the crew

The fright night King of New York like Frank White

If it ain't rough it, ain't right man listen

If it ain't rough enough to mingle in the stuff

To scar and scuff and make you cuckoo like a cocoa puff

It ain't right so I smash the satellite

Check the Fahrenheits before I take flight

Unique as Mozambique, here to freak Sheik

The skills that won't leak and never antique

Warm like a oven you're lovin' the style I'm druggin'

Alleyway muggin', heavyweight sluggin'

No fibs I kick the ad libs and rock it in the cribs

Break your ribs like a toothpick 'cause you were never slick

[Incomprehensible] you lacked back when I first started

C L's the one who got the Red Sea parted

My conversation qualification is a doozy

The rude Rudy wreckin' write you off as a floozy

I shoot for the moon but even if I miss

I'm among the stars to put a bullet hole in Mars

In my frame of mind I design the best seller

For rougher cats can Rockafeller you're Penn and Teller

Steady with the convo, rough like Brillo

Let your head hit the bed and knock the feathers out your pillow

The master intelligent with the black testament

Found it relevant and mailed it to the President

But overall I get the papes for my labor

With the physical manifestation of a Savior

You wanna test this but I slay anyway

'Cause your rhymes are old with more wrinkles than a charpei

Mecca Don upon the streets of Babylon

Pass the baton to respond like Farrakhan

Hard like Shaft with the staff for the back draft

A blazin' aftermath, so hon make a path

If you don't trust him, bust him

But if you don't have a weapon then kid keep steppin'

The main idea in here for the hemisphere

C L's here to get wreck for the year

A large man's appetite blowin' like dynamite

If it ain't rough, it ain't right, come on

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