the couch And if you fight me girl I will say ouch (Ahhhhh yeah!) [Chorus] [Smooth Bee] Smooth Bee guaranteed to make a mic sing I'm Smooth Bee I'm
Ooh yeah Mh Hey yo, man Ain't nothin like a nice bowl of cornflakes in the morning to smooth you out Milky Cereal (Baby) Milky Cereal (2x) [ VERSE
s rock is your perspective Someone's fear is your diving rod Water bucket, ripple ocean Nothing's swim their magnetized course home That's why we can't have nice
fondle 'em Ten more stamps, there ain't no problem Laser light, (power?) sublime Sound leaking through the Terrordome {Big gold chains and herringbones} Big gold
late night hype I just hit but she aint my type she just another big bootie, nice tits, and a face that's right that stay fly in some name brand tights this gold
I'm sizzling hot The only thing about me cool, is my icy jewels Like a buttoned up silk shirt, I'm nice and smooth You think Stella's throwed, I got twice
in charge and I've been plannin' a jam strong enough that it can life your soul. I'm the originator, and my rhymes are made of gold. Once you hear the
Tagedy, and MC Shan And my cousin Cool V and, TJ Swan E and The Jungle Brothers swinging from a tree and EPMD and, Nice and Smooth B and MC Craig G and
from The Furious Five (Nas)] Who said lightnin can't strike in the same place twice Trailblaze the game, made for life stayed nice Yeah you made the Top
I liked N7 said "yo Jay do what you like" So I did what I do Now help me spell out cool...... Chorus (I'm so smooth) (Keep it cool) (I'm so smooth)
[Intro] Smooth it out This is a story about the drifter Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown Who never planned on havin' so dick Why
your breath (Will you die?) Not the Treach (I want those) Never that (Gimme this) Put it back (But you smooth) Very nice (Ain't it def?) Not that bright
world of a whore {Verse Three: Puff Daddy} Hard to cope with, all these niggaz and dope whips with cash flow, motherfuckers that gotta flash gold to bag hoes, they not nice
world of a whore [Chorus] [Verse Three: Puff Daddy] Hard to cope with, all these niggaz and dope whips with cash flow, motherfuckers that gotta flash gold to bag hoes, they not nice
to blow a mic You couldn't see me in infrared photo light, I'm so precise You know the Poet's nice, carryin tubes made of gold and ice Marchin through
faggots I'm not a gangsta and I'm not a thug nor a blood or cripp strugglin brotha tryin to hard to get rich i've been nice in this hip hop *ish from
you under my spell I'm suave and debonair,You sexy wit long hair This chemistry's so rare, just kick back and chill Let the moment take control, Your pot of gold
in the game, baby, he's in the game) Rich Nice tell me are you in the game? (He's in the game, baby, he's in the game) [VERSE 3: Rich Nice] Now I can