Текст песни Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth - It`s Not a Game
Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth - It`s Not a Game слова песни
[CL Smooth]Introducing the Mecca fusion, physical type of funk usingCarmel cruising, brohter your latest lover smothered for deeper coverAss blown to breaks, individualized the fakesJust because you`re pouring syrup on this don`t make it pancakesMy vocal assaults kept bouncing many amounts that count slacknessPete Rock`s sounds of blacknessThe dark guages the flavor I supplyNow it`s do or die, others are rolling the chocolate thaiI rip holes in shows, then move flocks of foes in straightThe Devil will find a way to infiltrate, never prayI hear the scandal that be couped up in my townSo now we "Gotta Get Away" like Bobby BrownThe women will call it two letters that are instrumentalI focus my eyesight and run it down your genitalsAnother dame when I tear it out the frameThen armageddon came, it`s not a game, it`s on It`s not a game, no, with the Pete Rock funk When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor It`s not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor (Repeat 2x)It`s not a game when the Mecca Kane lucifer knows your nameNow I think I`m on the verge of black male growing extinctNow my survival they libel the label homicidalMy spirits aren`t idle, now you put your hands on the BibleNow the opposite of my God is NimrodTaught by Master Faud, hard, now I`m pulling your cardWe travel, unravel, dabble in the dopenessA jam that make you want to know who wrote thisA sctipture from an odyssey, brothers in high velocityAnd just like BDP, you know "My Philsophy"Yeah here to outlast it, to never see the casketA flute can make a snake rise up from the basketSo Pete Rock here we go, master the flow(I don`t want to be the last to know)With the mellow funk tunes arriving with the card trainer plainThe black House of Pain, it`s not a game, it`s on It`s not a game, no, with the Pete Rock funk When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor It`s not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor (Repeat 2x)The lucci`s mine like the summertime, and I`m a set it firstLeaving a hearse when my third verse loads up to burstTo blast, never to tresspass, going to funk, keeping the crowd touringThe lyric is born on any stage we`re walking onSo non-believer meet the Mecca, be chopping `em like a meat cleaverThe scrambling quarterback and I`m the wide recieverI get past you, and when it becomes a warI go hardcore, matador, then all the bull is on the floorI look and find the level of crime the time that I decipherI`m bagging any sniper put a ball in Peter`s PiperWe made the album of the year, rememer the Source kicks?We should have been larger but it`s all politicsSo (Why you wanna, uh huh, play your games on me?)Cause you called me a factor, get your skully crackedThe truth is coming to take mineYou want to take away more stitches than a FrankensteinIn `93 me and the P.R. make the doughThe honeys are licking all over my 5 o`clock shadowA meanace to society, the pistol-packing YGMecca`s the name, it`s not a game, so don`t try me It`s not a game, no, with the Pete Rock funk When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor It`s not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor (Repeat 2x)