Pete Rock, Slum Village - Gangsta Boogie lyrics

"Gangsta Boogiegangsta Boogie"

It's the P with the V from NY to the D
Comin' through with the heat we
Got the "Gangsta Boogie"
And spit fire like a lit wire
That split in the pit
Fibers and bzzz you hit
By the "Gangsta Boogie"
Every ghetto it's the meadow never
Settle for your level
Kept it real-o from the get-go
It's that "Gangsta Boogie"
Brush waves beneath the caps plus
Blades & speaker amps
Bust strays when heaters clap
It's that "Gangsta Boogie"

You remind me of the man behind the glass
But you won't see pussy God
Just fiends & pass
My life is like a fair, my speech is cash
Tracks I light from the ask
Inhale the essence
Blow it out then I flick the ash
Plus I'm old fire because my best my last
I'm just a nobody who made
It from a small group
Back in the day when Pete
First flipped the loops
I was a outcast that outlast most cats
You know these rappers today
They kinda go fast
I seen careers go up & down like eyelashes
One album deals then niggas
Dead exposed caskets split my ladies mat
(correction?) I kinda hate that
When I know we classic like
Marley Marl's a tracks
When I get the chance I
Never plan to waste that
Now I'm serving you helping
Hands to hella payback

It's the P with the V from NY to the D
Comin' through with the heat we
Got the "Gangsta Boogie"
And spit fire like a lit wire
That split in the pit
Fibers and bzzz you hit
By the "Gangsta Boogie"
Every ghetto it's the meadow never
Settle for your level
Kept it real-o from the get-go
It's that "Gangsta Boogie"
Brush waves beneath the caps plus
Blades & speaker amps
Bust strays when heaters clap
It's that "Gangsta Boogie"

Pimpin' I'm back, sippin' the yack
Grippin' the stack
Tippin' my hat, limpin' the Lac
Rippin' the track, pimpin' I'm back
And this time I'm hungry for the jackpot
I'm tryna blow at least one
Junkie in the crackspot
This bread winner spread lead in ya
Ya bled red from the head splitter
It shares from the dead thinner
They should of told you
And said I burnt vocals when letters squirt
Redder skirt, Red Alert
Cold blue you either kneel
Or get knocked to the floor
Glock near the sock of the drawer
Lockin' the door, now I'm on
The block owning stock, rockin velour
Shockin' I'm sure
Forgotten how my pockets is poor
True to the art, rip tools & chew `em apart
Skip school to rip fools but
The student was smart
You will never see a nother
Nigga like me bruh to spit a rap to spin ya
Fitted cap on your caesar
I must the nicest on dusty devices
Lit a dutchie to write this
& trust me it's priceless
You wish you wrote this way
I'm A-1, you could hope & pray Jehovah's way
Like a old & gray nun
But it's no chance it's never fair
To slow dance with Fred Astaire with
A full head of hair

It's the P with the V from NY to the D
Comin' through with the heat we
Got the "Gangsta Boogie"
And spit fire like a lit wire
That split in the pit
Fibers and bzzz you hit
By the "Gangsta Boogie"
Every ghetto it's the meadow never
Settle for your level
Kept it real-o from the get-go
It's that "Gangsta Boogie"
Brush waves beneath the caps plus
Blades & speaker amps
Bust strays when heaters clap
It's that "Gangsta Boogie"