Song | On And On |
Artist | Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth |
Album | Mecca And The Soul Brother |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 * |
The nightcap was exiled, steadily profiled | |
As the underachievin nonbelievin 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 tallyho, pippip, 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 nonperson | |
Imbedded in my character, rebel nostalgia | |
Uncommon valor who' d rather | |
Have no manmade 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 phislammajamma 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 | |
Fiveoh cruisin, decide to pull you over | |
Beefin, " where' s the coke?" i said, " a sixpack 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 |
The nightcap was exiled, steadily profiled | |
As the underachievin nonbelievin 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 tallyho, pippip, 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 nonperson | |
Imbedded in my character, rebel nostalgia | |
Uncommon valor who' d rather | |
Have no manmade 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 phislammajamma 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 | |
Fiveoh cruisin, decide to pull you over | |
Beefin, " where' s the coke?" i said, " a sixpack 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 |