Pete Rock & Cl Smooth - If It Ain't Rough, It Ain't Right lyrics

rate me

[CL Smooth]

Above the level of a mezzanine, healthy as Ovaltine

The dominant ? clean, 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 Redenbacher

Buy the tape, LP, CD

All me, and Petey, to cater to the needy

Like a Prayer for Madonna but A Different World for Jasmine

CL 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 barbeque

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..

[CL Smooth]

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 farenheight, 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

? you lacked back when I first started

CL'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 bullethole in Mars..

[CL Smooth]

In my frame of mind I design the best-seller

For rougher cats can Rockafeller you're Penn and Teller

Steady with the convo, rought 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 papes for my labor

with the physical manifestation of a saviour

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 Backdraft

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

CL'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!