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Look, stare, you can scope |
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Because Nice & Smooth is like dope on a rope |
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Yo, Nice & Smooth is like dope on a rope |
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[Greg Nice] |
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A cyclops, has one eyeball |
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Hello Dolly like how'd you fall |
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I can riff cause my name's not Biff |
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I'll drink a Heineken (well I'll smoke a spliff) |
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Yo I caught a ci-zzab, paid the ti-zzab |
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Jump, (?) a boot to bi-zzack |
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Ooh man damn dag forgot my doo rag |
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Like Popeye need spinach to beat up the sea hag |
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My name is Greg Nice, I got gusto |
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I got a little booty and she better no be no ho |
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On the mic I'll never diss |
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But if I diss you know what you can kiss |
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Kiss me, yo, I'm not a star baby |
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I eat beef baby, not caviar |
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No chaffeur and no Benz car |
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Down with Nice & Smooth and I'm gonna go far |
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[Nice & Smooth] |
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Look, stare, you can scope |
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Because Nice & Smooth is like dope on a rope |
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[Smooth Bee] |
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Lookin out beyond a level of sight and sound |
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To wear a crown might be profound |
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But pound for pound I must astound you |
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Or leave a stain inside your membrane |
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I wanna reign, supreme like a Powerlord |
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And use my brain and a pen, like a shield and a sword |
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Since my mind conceive this, why not believe it |
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My hands receive it, and therefore I must achieve it |
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Then I have no other alternative |
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Than to show the party people just how I live |
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See I emerged from a level called brown |
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And like an atom radiates, I develop from the elements |
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Then I saw a vision of greatness |
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So I proceeded to follow a path, where only warriors go |
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I found the glow, I learned to know to go with the flow |
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I've grown, but must continue to grow |
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I'm like the sun, or should I say the North Star |
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A black pearl, or maybe I'm a quasar |
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I'm bright as hell, sometimes it even scares me |
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How in the world could one MC, be so deep? |
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I don't creep, like a frog I leap |
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And I, reap what I sew and sew what I reap |
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My lyrics seep into your soul and gain control |
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This is a fact not rigamarole |
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I'm icy cold but warm like a mink stole |
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See I've been writin rhymes, since I was pre-natal |
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I have a lust and hunger for stage, my attraction is fatal |
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If I was to categorize me |
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I'd be a bigger surprise than human eyes could see |
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[Nice & Smooth] |
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Look, stare, you can scope |
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Because Nice & Smooth is like dope on a rope |
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Yo, Nice & Smooth is like dope on a rope |
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Yo, Nice & Smooth is like dope on a rope |
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[Greg Nice] |
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Teddy Ted, the late night rocker |
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Gets a little tipsy when he drinks a little vodka |
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But his hands stay steady on the wheels of steel |
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You duck DJ's y'all know the deal |
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[Teddy Ted scratches the above lines and more] |
