everything that comes to my head for ya, can't even remember the shit I just said to ya. C 1,2,3,4 What the hell are we? Fuck you, I'm smooth!
I'd rather go to hell than jail 'Cause it's survival of the fittest [Thrill Da Playa:] Yo, it was rough from the start, son And I knew I'd be a hustler, even
stay movin' with brutes who got screws loose Your crew's full of fruits, you's probably used duesh I leave you abused, bruised with a loose tooth I move smooth
I dont mean to be rude But...um spread your legs and pretend that your food Yeah...yummy and sweet like honey to eat She can't even speak I got her body
but not right now, When our bodies lock, we're so in tune, You smell so sweet, angel perfume, Even by that line, I don't mean to be rude, Got me hooked
not right now, When our bodies lock, we're so in tune, You smell so sweet, angel perfume, Even by that line, I don't mean to be rude, Got me hooked
penitentiary He gave his life today.. Tryin' to live the gangsta's paradise I should be greatful and thankful for what I have Cause some don't even have
I reach for the phone Called three hoes all with my babies but nobody's at home Reach for my bat pulled out the gat put in the clip now its smooth Chew
be chunky, pockets lumpy, attitude grumpy Mad niggas be fronting the life Popping mad shit, trying to be something they not Your faggot ass better stay to dancing, don't even
never be clever And some people think they're better Some people got attitude Backed up with attitude People got to prove That they could groove To be smooth Rude
his 'lac Hit the corner slow where the girls are at And kick game the way it should be done How you gonna drop science? You're dumb Stupid ignorant, don't even
Somebody's moves its feet tonight This is Murda, Murda [Dave Bing] Rather bring the best 16 when you fucking with Bing, You could try smooth in between
With just his arogance, not to exclude his rude attitude How he pursued, relentless references to seein me nude The wrong move, this jiggy nigga really thinks he's smooth
'm crack! [VERSE 3:] But I'm no fools, who don't be fools, cause I'm so cool, n I'm so smooth, N I'm usually not rude, but I could be so chill for, cruisin
a beef I swell up eyes or I knock out teeth Now you can't beat this or even get with this Watch Mike Smooth spin it back with the quickness [DJ Mike Smooth
and simply put This was the time during Jim Crow Where laws dictated where a nigga could go But the fam didn't care, I don't wanna be rude whitey I don
