作词 : Penn/Peter Phillips 作曲 : Penn/Peter Phillips I am the one they call the G the R the A the P and I didn't write this it's come off the top of the dome So what'cha wanna do, and what'cha wanna go home And tell, ya mama That I'm one with all the mad drama Yes I was causing, the movies on 125th St I crossed over honey dip knew it was Harlem Week I was going on the place to be It's me, the capital rapital G-R-A-P In the place to be with my man Pete Rock & CL Smooth Gots to bust the groove as the people begin to move And get on the dance floor Got to move the funky stinkin' little whores And all the hoods, and all the punks, and all the suckers What the **** I got stupid mother****ers On my **** What the **** I rock the mic so quick With Adolfo, in the place to be And my man Ras is right in back of me Rob-O good to go, I got to f-l-o-w and that spells flow With Chris Champ, and what's up I'm bout to get amped On top of the mic, and I'ma set an exam-ple Girls I pull, I got the honey dips so what's up my tank is full Of sperm, I'm ready to bust a nut What's up Pete Rock come get on the cut Rock to beat, get wreck on the regular Listen to me because I cause mass hysteria Peace!! 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 pengo I pack can make you holla 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 Internal affairs, flippin Hollywood Squares In search of the Mecca many travel in pairs Off the slave ship to Sodom and Gomorrah To support a short order when I freak it on a corner 5-0 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
[00:00.000] 作词 : Penn/Peter Phillips [00:00.500] 作曲 : Penn/Peter Phillips [00:01.00]I am the one they call the G the R the A the P and [00:03.51]I didn't write this it's come off the top of the dome [00:06.54]So what'cha wanna do, and what'cha wanna go home [00:09.52]And tell, ya mama [00:11.19]That I'm one with all the mad drama [00:13.41]Yes I was causing, the movies on 125th St [00:16.66]I crossed over honey dip knew it was Harlem Week [00:19.43]I was going on the place to be [00:21.66]It's me, the capital rapital G-R-A-P [00:24.24]In the place to be with my man Pete Rock & CL Smooth [00:27.66]Gots to bust the groove as the people begin to move [00:30.51]And get on the dance floor [00:32.28]Got to move the funky stinkin' little whores [00:35.16]And all the hoods, and all the punks, and all the suckers [00:37.38]What the **** I got stupid mother****ers [00:40.06]On my **** [00:41.10]What the **** I rock the mic so quick [00:43.12]With Adolfo, in the place to be [00:45.70]And my man Ras is right in back of me [00:48.34]Rob-O good to go, I got to f-l-o-w and that spells flow [00:53.04]With Chris Champ, and what's up I'm bout to get amped [00:56.32]On top of the mic, and I'ma set an exam-ple [00:59.41]Girls I pull, I got the honey dips so what's up my tank is full [01:04.00]Of sperm, I'm ready to bust a nut [01:06.12]What's up Pete Rock come get on the cut [01:08.61]Rock to beat, get wreck on the regular [01:11.23]Listen to me because I cause mass hysteria [01:13.86]Peace!! [01:36.12]The nightcap was exiled, steadily profiled [01:38.48]As the underachievin non-believin can't stand to reason [01:41.07]Where's your daddy boy - to categorize the drinker [01:43.45]Misunderstood to make the ordeal linger [01:45.87]They label me a problem child who can't cope [01:48.36]Hangin by a thread, yes a very thin rope [01:50.67]Inevitably, can never be the man can I tell ya [01:53.15]Visualize and memorize him in a cellar [01:55.58]Well tally-ho, pip-pip, my fam's gonna catch a fit [01:58.30]My father lookin like he wanna bust my lip [02:00.43]But that was never good for my health [02:02.39]So I take the shovel out my pocket and dig myself [02:05.23]Now when I look at the man in the mirror [02:07.50]I see things much more clearer my Lord [02:10.02]I'm not that popular, less than a dollar [02:12.41]But the pengo I pack can make you holla [02:33.98]I said, what you don't know could make a whole new world [02:36.51]Man, listen! I'm set to sabotage premonition [02:38.98]Your propaganda, crooked type of version [02:41.47]Some of the things I bring, you're babblin non-person [02:43.98]Imbedded in my character, rebel nostalgia [02:46.91]Uncommon valor who'd rather [02:48.72]Have no man-made religion or sect [02:51.15]But try to believe what you conceive may be half correct [02:53.53]I shed light, to show the path in sight [02:55.80]'Cause a man who can't treat you right can't teach you right [02:58.54]In front of your eyes, what a surprise, and let the nature rise [03:01.56]Just for the girls and the guys [03:03.22]A Phi-Slamma-Jamma when you wear a bandanna [03:05.60]Peace to Pop Dukes, and long live Nana [03:08.08]The formula's reality, Pete Rock's the storm [03:10.51]Together, forever, yes G we got it goin on [03:32.14]Internal affairs, flippin Hollywood Squares [03:34.52]In search of the Mecca many travel in pairs [03:37.09]Off the slave ship to Sodom and Gomorrah [03:39.41]To support a short order when I freak it on a corner [03:41.89]5-0 cruisin, decide to pull you over [03:44.22]Beefin, "Where's the Coke?" I said, "A six-pack of soda?" [03:46.64]The rookie's lookin thirsty, but everything's mental [03:49.08]A baseball bat, to smack Shirley in the Temple [03:51.50]Agreed to meet the maker so I yelled Hail Mary's [03:53.96]And flew that head, to hit The House on the Prairie [03:56.39]But the past can never choose my future correctly [03:59.39]I found a greater source directly [04:01.30]On and on, keep it on, you chant the [04:03.73]Boppin simonized, pullin you clockwise jammie [04:06.10]To quickly skip the minimal tip, I dap for the wise I dip [04:08.49]Can anyone see, phenomenally, to the last degree? [04:10.90]I capitalize subliminally, wreck for positivity [04:13.38]Yes my little chickadee, ready to flow with me [04:15.71]Nevertheless I bless, follow me and see [04:18.14]Predominantly, CL'll be, All in the Family [04:20.61]God bless Marky Black, know we go way back [04:23.02]The lyrics I pack is like a needle in the haystack [04:25.46]CL and Pete Rock, smooth like Dom Perignon [04:27.93]Never torn, word is bond, we got it goin on
