Pete Rock, INI - Props lyrics
Pete Rock [Peter Phillips] The Bronx, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Pete Rock, INI - Props lyrics]
Bust it
Pass me the microphone so I could get wicked
Honey dip is dope I think I'm gonna stick it
Just because I'm Rob-O short for Rob Odindo
Sort of let my thoughts flow
Picked up the pencil
I can splash a paragraph
Backed with instrumental
Must kick bust it plus I'm extra gentle
Fluid on the flow tip, do it but I won't drip
Or slip I knew that I would rip
A simple mic test similar to God
Met I get my props
And plus Papa Don't Take No
Mess I meant stress
But I'm a cool individual
Sit back, max and let me keep my schedule
Saturday and Mecca D does his duty
Tighten up the sides, keeping me
A cutie for the G's, that
Be clockin my timing now
Niggas can't believe, yo Rob-O is rhymin now
Props
I wreck the microphone check
Then bust the "Yes, yes y'all"
All the party people guaranteed to
Be like having a ball
Can't stall, my nigga figures seeing us
Steppin equipped with the sickest shit
The flexes feeing us
Writing at my rest, I'm blessed
Rewind the sample sight and I possess mic
Test prepare to trample these weaker ones
Since my style is universal
Collect my funds in piles and kick
A verse full of stamina
I used to max and now
I'm planning an attack to
Burn and get my wreck up in the Vernon
See I'm ultimate
I focus my sights of where I'll hit
Up in the Heights on some
Ol' school Mecca shit
So I step fakin' the rep, I had a enougha
Peace to the Gods to keep my shit ruffa
And the others that be fakin'
Brothers just be patient till my shit drops
Props
Now I usually do things
Kinda lackadaisically for
My peoples Style's steep so none equals
Keep yourselves tingling
Mind in the mood for some mingling
Thus expect to dig the scene
Cause I'm very serious
Like to do things without a fuss
Not a talker
I guess it makes the girls sort of curious
Back well strictly on the DL
Stay swell plus I give praise to the funk
As it's laid down by the Soul Brother
Pete Rock grap's older brother get swept
Cause you can't step with no perspective
But Rob Odindo is selective
With the hons, though I hold their hands
Make plans to romance her
Prefer to have the chance
To stack another stanza
In my style of Hip-Hop, I just can't stop
Props
Pass me the microphone so I could get wicked
Honey dip is dope I think I'm gonna stick it
Just because I'm Rob-O short for Rob Odindo
Sort of let my thoughts flow
Picked up the pencil
I can splash a paragraph
Backed with instrumental
Must kick bust it plus I'm extra gentle
Fluid on the flow tip, do it but I won't drip
Or slip I knew that I would rip
A simple mic test similar to God
Met I get my props
And plus Papa Don't Take No
Mess I meant stress
But I'm a cool individual
Sit back, max and let me keep my schedule
Saturday and Mecca D does his duty
Tighten up the sides, keeping me
A cutie for the G's, that
Be clockin my timing now
Niggas can't believe, yo Rob-O is rhymin now
Props
I wreck the microphone check
Then bust the "Yes, yes y'all"
All the party people guaranteed to
Be like having a ball
Can't stall, my nigga figures seeing us
Steppin equipped with the sickest shit
The flexes feeing us
Writing at my rest, I'm blessed
Rewind the sample sight and I possess mic
Test prepare to trample these weaker ones
Since my style is universal
Collect my funds in piles and kick
A verse full of stamina
I used to max and now
I'm planning an attack to
Burn and get my wreck up in the Vernon
See I'm ultimate
I focus my sights of where I'll hit
Up in the Heights on some
Ol' school Mecca shit
So I step fakin' the rep, I had a enougha
Peace to the Gods to keep my shit ruffa
And the others that be fakin'
Brothers just be patient till my shit drops
Props
Now I usually do things
Kinda lackadaisically for
My peoples Style's steep so none equals
Keep yourselves tingling
Mind in the mood for some mingling
Thus expect to dig the scene
Cause I'm very serious
Like to do things without a fuss
Not a talker
I guess it makes the girls sort of curious
Back well strictly on the DL
Stay swell plus I give praise to the funk
As it's laid down by the Soul Brother
Pete Rock grap's older brother get swept
Cause you can't step with no perspective
But Rob Odindo is selective
With the hons, though I hold their hands
Make plans to romance her
Prefer to have the chance
To stack another stanza
In my style of Hip-Hop, I just can't stop
Props