[CL Smooth]
Open Sesame steppin through the mist it's the specialist
Comin to box and flooded with rocks
We'll get down for mine the kind that makes cement feel us
Standin in the company of killers
Follow my trail as I walk through the valley of death
Left to fear no evil cause what I grip is legal
I'm hot like yard the point guard of this group on the loop
Never your right, raising all your game type tonight
Entering the level of high gear
You'd think it took a Bob Marley spliff to get here
Front to rear God of the drugs that you're hearin
while my neighbors say we need to be jailed for rackateerin
Now appearin, Pete Rock and CL Smooth, to the jugular
Now you got Mecca and the Soul Brother
Slightly, you might raise a hair of doubt
But if we don't rock the spot, The Sun Won't Come Out
[Pete Rock]
Check it out, without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
Without _Anger in the Naion_
Yo, without _Mecca and the Soul Brother_
You know The Sun Won't Come Out
Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
You know we can't _Reminisce_
If we don't _Straighten It Out_
You know The Sun Won't Come Out
[CL Smooth]
Un-chained heat, I hustle on the street or beat
to keep you on the edge of your seat, you consumer
A QB-like boomer, the ultimate team
But if I wake up in another woman's bed, I'ma scream
I'm settin up shop pop to overthrow Castro
Chokin over Noriega's Garcia Vegas
Guess who supplies the pies and dope triples
Now she leaks ass cheeks, pearly whites and titty nipples
Would CL ever trick loot on PC?
Even if I never had sonny boy I disagree
Cut the small talk, I give more marks than a school of sharks
