Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On (Live)

歌詞

[cl smooth] The nightcap was exiled, steadily profiled As the underachievin non-believin can't stand to reason Where's your daddy boy - to categorize the drinker Misunderstood to make the ordeal linger They label me a problem child who can't cope Hangin by a thread, yes a very thin rope Inevitably, can never be the man can I tell ya Visualize and memorize him in a cellar Well tally-ho, pip-pip, my fam's gonna catch a fit My father lookin like he wanna bust my lip But that was never good for my health So I take the shovel out my pocket and dig myself Now when I look at the man in the mirror I see things much more clearer my lord I'm not that popular, less than a dollar But the ? I pack can make you holla * pete rock scratches various on and on samples * [cl smooth] I said, what you don't know could make a whole new world Man.. listen! I'm set to sabotage premonition Your propaganda, crooked type of version Some of the things I bring, you're babblin non-person Imbedded in my character, rebel nostalgia Uncommon valor who'd rather Have no man-made religion or sect But try to believe what you conceive may be half correct I shed light, to show the path in sight Cause a man who can't treat you right can't teach you right In front of your eyes, what a surprise, and let the nature Rise, just for the girls and the guys A phi-slamma-jamma when you wear a bandanna Peace to pop dukes, and long live nana The formula's reality, pete rock's the storm Together, forever, yes g we got it goin on * pete rock scratches various on and on samples * [cl smooth] Internal affairs, flippin hollywood squares In search of the mecca many travel in pairs Walked the slave ship, ? ? the side of ningamora? ? To support a short order when I freak it on a corner Five-oh cruisin, decide to pull you over Beefin, where's the coke? I said, a six-pack of soda? The rookie's lookin thirsty, but everything's mental A baseball bat, to smack shirley in the temple Agreed to meet the maker so I yelled hail mary's And flew that head, to hit the house on the prairie But the past can never choose my future correctly I found a greater source directly On and on, keep it on, you chant the Boppin simonized, pullin you clockwise jammie To quickly skip the minimal tip, I dap for the wise I dip Can anyone see, phenomenally, to the last degree? I capitalize subliminally, wreck for positivity Yes my little chickadee, ready to flow with me Nevertheless I bless, follow me and see Predominantly, cl'll be, all in the family God bless marky black, know we go way back The lyrics I pack is like a needle in the haystack Cl and pete rock, smooth like dom perignon Never torn, word is bond, we got it goin on * pete rock scratches various on and on samples to fade *