Songtext: Homepageerstellung Koeln [Chorus: Greg Nice] Together we're coolin, the mic we're rulin Suckers we're schoolin, you better stop booin Skill trade (we know what we doin)
[Greg Nice] My name is Greg Nice I like to swing Went to Canal Street I bought the dookie rings After that, I bought a fur Then I went to see the lady for a manicure Cut my nails down low and my rings was glowin Around my neck the dookie ropes was showin Went outside, to the BM ride With the VVS rims on all fo' sides I was, butter soft had on fresh gear Kickin it live to the girl in the air Baby doll, when can we hang? You got my number, give me a rang Called me up yo, late one night Let's get busy cause the time was right You know what she wanted, she wanted to do (What? What?) Yo she wanted to date (what?) she wanted to OOH! Took her to the movies, I took her to dinner Told her I'm a vet, I ain't no beginner Grabbed her hand and said, "Let's catch a cab baby don't worry I'll pay the tab" Dug in my pockets, for the gusto Big bills, had nothin low
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[Smooth Bee] The S to the M double-O T-H'er B-E-E no time to waste Ah right about now I'm gonna reminisce of how a fly MC became a rap-ologist Around the time when Chubby Checker, invented "The Twist" I used to play spin the bottle, run catch and kiss Smooth Bee's my name, that's what I said I got a blue Mercedes, a big brass bed I live on a hill overlookin a view and I came here tonight just to rock for you So let's a rock y'all, and get dowwwn Let's take a trip on a funky merry-go-round You see, round and around and around we go And when the funky beat stops everybody will know Cause there's a time and a place where we'll all have fun and Smooth Bee will be your number one Master of Ceremonies and you must admit that I was, born and raised to make top hits So vicious, malicious, and very discrete I have mystical powers I perform any fete I'm gonna be ranked at the top of my field I'm gonna see my name in the Rappers Guild with all the other rappers, who wanna be known I'll be boastin with a gold-tone microphone Cause I'm death-defyin, never caught lyin Not a female's love I'm ever caught buyin Get so much sex that I might explode and on a sperm count scale I'm an overload
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[Greg Nice] Yo, I'm a trooper, and I do loopers I do stunts and I smoke blunts Forty ounce of private stizzinock Standin on the corner, holdin my jizzinock Watching all the GIRLS, PASS Boy she got a BIG (oooh oooh) Hey, baby, whatcha eatin? Looks to me, like you be beefin Sneakin by I saw you peepin Did you think Greg Nice was sleepin? I'm not rich like Donald Trump And I don't have no big fat lump Slouch, only on the couch And if you fight me girl I will say ouch (Ahhhhh yeah!)
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[Smooth Bee] Smooth Bee guaranteed to make a mic sing I'm Smooth Bee I'm guaranteed, to give you what you need Not a sip not a swallow but the whole damn bottle Got a lot of juice but my girl cut me loose for a sucker with cazals and plate named Bruce Little did she know that I'm choice and not moist Undisputed rapper with a golden voice An entrepeneur, undercover love Man of the world with my life to explore Minks socks leather suits shirts made of velour Smooth articulate entertainer MC I'm rappin to a funky beat, my dialogue's unique Every time she sees me she offers me a skeeze She says, "Please Smooth Bee, please, please! Let me ride in your blue Mercedes" I taunt and tease as she drops to her knees and I let her wipe my nose everytime that I sneeze.. .. we know what we doin!
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[GN] A skill trade [SB] We know what we doin [GN] A skill trade [SB] We know what we doin
[both] Teddy Ted down with the skill trade Slice and dice, he must get paid Sip iced tea, and lay in the shade You gaze be dazed as he will amaze!
