| Song | Mind Blowin' |
| Artist | Pete Rock |
| Album | Soul Survivor |
| Aiyyo, check this one out | |
| Somethin smooth | |
| Calm you down | |
| Check out the story | |
| Ya know what i mean? 1998 | |
| It's vinia on the hook up | |
| Pete rock | |
| Aiyyo, a type love story, with the guts and glory | |
| Yes a high priced shorty, dollar signs when you saw me | |
| Havin naughty intentions witcha | |
| Rear suspension, a star, the first convention | |
| Got the camera's attention, i mentioned no names | |
| I guess times changed from the subway trains | |
| To the first class planes, still the same type of freak | |
| In the penthouse suite, and rendezvous to meet | |
| I guess we goin deep cover you still got the hunger | |
| For the chocolate boy wonder, back to the days of thunder | |
| Thighs and light eyes, caramel surprise | |
| Soft skin and healthy size, i'm just that type of guy | |
| Fly and cool, ms. jamaica at the pool | |
| Takin her to school, debate the golden rule | |
| Only fools fall fast, sellin out for the cash | |
| But this love's gotta last from the ash to the dust | |
| Build trust, beyond the lust, kick back | |
| And split a dutch, chill out and tell tales and such | |
| You're mind blowin | |
| Chorus: vinia mojica | |
| Mind blowin, decision | |
| Causes head-on collision | |
| You know it | |
| And i know it | |
| That you need me, i want you | |
| [pete rock] | |
| Yo, a ghetto superstar, got a taste for caviar | |
| So far, you're up to par, with the luxury car | |
| The lex or the benz, connect with your friends | |
| Once again in the lens tryin to follow the trends | |
| From tens to hundreds, designer tight threads | |
| And strong black dreads, catch the "ooh" from the heads | |
| ("you see that dime kid?") | |
| Yo a med school grade, my pen still on the pad | |
| Remembering, what we had, fubu past the fad of lugz and thugs | |
| Now we sip each other's wine on persian rugs | |
| Givin love and backrubs | |
| In tubs with the bubbles, carefree from the struggle | |
| I like your new muscle, so appealing to my hustle, to knock | |
| It's the one and only pete rock | |
| Got a lock on this lady might even make a baby | |
| No time to act shady, it's strictly for the ladies | |
| Mind blowin | |
| Chorus | |
| [pete rock] | |
| Aiyyo, playin trivial pursuit, with lottery loot | |
| Feedin me grapes and fruit in your birthday suit | |
| Parachute over paris, you way above average | |
| Type built for marriage, with twins in the carriage | |
| Thank aladdin for the wish and deep fry fish | |
| There's no way we can miss (swish!) it's all good | |
| When we back in the hood, twistin trees with no wood | |
| When i was stressed out, you always understood | |
| To my legend, no question, you're the answer | |
| With the legs of a dancer, can't refuse a jolly rancher | |
| Born a cancer zodiac, with features that attract | |
| Causin cardiac arrest, no stress, take my hands | |
| And caress your chest, sleep and dream about the rest | |
| When it comes to beauty girl it's no contest | |
| Grab ahold of yourself, and, open your eyes | |
| Get wise to my exercise and realize | |
| We got one life to live baby, just one | |
| We only got one life to breeze, see us live through our seeds | |
| Chorus (repeat to fade) |
| Aiyyo, check this one out | |
| Somethin smooth | |
| Calm you down | |
| Check out the story | |
| Ya know what i mean? 1998 | |
| It' s vinia on the hook up | |
| Pete rock | |
| Aiyyo, a type love story, with the guts and glory | |
| Yes a high priced shorty, dollar signs when you saw me | |
| Havin naughty intentions witcha | |
| Rear suspension, a star, the first convention | |
| Got the camera' s attention, i mentioned no names | |
| I guess times changed from the subway trains | |
| To the first class planes, still the same type of freak | |
| In the penthouse suite, and rendezvous to meet | |
| I guess we goin deep cover you still got the hunger | |
| For the chocolate boy wonder, back to the days of thunder | |
| Thighs and light eyes, caramel surprise | |
| Soft skin and healthy size, i' m just that type of guy | |
| Fly and cool, ms. jamaica at the pool | |
| Takin her to school, debate the golden rule | |
| Only fools fall fast, sellin out for the cash | |
| But this love' s gotta last from the ash to the dust | |
| Build trust, beyond the lust, kick back | |
| And split a dutch, chill out and tell tales and such | |
| You' re mind blowin | |
| Chorus: vinia mojica | |
| Mind blowin, decision | |
| Causes headon collision | |
| You know it | |
| And i know it | |
| That you need me, i want you | |
| pete rock | |
| Yo, a ghetto superstar, got a taste for caviar | |
| So far, you' re up to par, with the luxury car | |
| The lex or the benz, connect with your friends | |
| Once again in the lens tryin to follow the trends | |
| From tens to hundreds, designer tight threads | |
| And strong black dreads, catch the " ooh" from the heads | |
| " you see that dime kid?" | |
| Yo a med school grade, my pen still on the pad | |
| Remembering, what we had, fubu past the fad of lugz and thugs | |
| Now we sip each other' s wine on persian rugs | |
| Givin love and backrubs | |
| In tubs with the bubbles, carefree from the struggle | |
| I like your new muscle, so appealing to my hustle, to knock | |
| It' s the one and only pete rock | |
| Got a lock on this lady might even make a baby | |
| No time to act shady, it' s strictly for the ladies | |
| Mind blowin | |
| Chorus | |
| pete rock | |
| Aiyyo, playin trivial pursuit, with lottery loot | |
| Feedin me grapes and fruit in your birthday suit | |
| Parachute over paris, you way above average | |
| Type built for marriage, with twins in the carriage | |
| Thank aladdin for the wish and deep fry fish | |
| There' s no way we can miss swish! it' s all good | |
| When we back in the hood, twistin trees with no wood | |
| When i was stressed out, you always understood | |
| To my legend, no question, you' re the answer | |
| With the legs of a dancer, can' t refuse a jolly rancher | |
| Born a cancer zodiac, with features that attract | |
| Causin cardiac arrest, no stress, take my hands | |
| And caress your chest, sleep and dream about the rest | |
| When it comes to beauty girl it' s no contest | |
| Grab ahold of yourself, and, open your eyes | |
| Get wise to my exercise and realize | |
| We got one life to live baby, just one | |
| We only got one life to breeze, see us live through our seeds | |
| Chorus repeat to fade |