Pete Rock, C.L. Smooth - What's Next on the Menu? lyrics

"Let's see what's next on the
Menu!" - Big Daddy Kane

One two ahh ahh yeah

"Let's see what's next on the
Menu!" - Big Daddy Kane

"Let's see what's next on the
Menu!" -Big Daddy Kane

Pete Rock keeps scratching the sample
Until CL raps verse one

Uhh uh huh pete Rock uh huh
One two say what, say what?
Say what, say what? Say what, say what?

The chef in one breath laid a dance of death
On a grill pursuin and barbecuin
And groovin in skill


(WHOO) Holla when I snatch em by the collar
See em starvin like Somalia
While you trickin stickin chicks up
In the beauty parlor
(Whoah) A lot of funk to make you say, "Aow
CL how?" cause all I know is listen
Can I get mines now? (Say what?)
In my verse brain cells burst
So beep the nurse
For the knowledge cause the
Worst niggas talk garbage
A mean machine, to light it like kerosene
My cuisine is how David
Killed the freakin Philistines (uh huh)
Begin to sin, with the devilish grin
So me and my kin
Can win and break bread when the record spin
(yeah) My love is real Ock
A lyrical buildin block
With incredible settable pure funk
Of Pete Rock (woo WHOO)
Forget the soup of the day
Cause niggas are gassin
Well styles I broke smooth lotion
Down the ashy as hell
Got a rhyme so chunky it's amazin G
I make you think the Fat
Boys are back on crazy (YEAH)
Major Mecca's in Asia when I date her
Some old flavor by the sun moon
And stars and over the equator
Universally thirstin me to show no mercy
To madmen, the Devil wanna send (YEAH)
Word to life money ain't a rapper
Livin I can't run though so
("Let's see what's next on the menu!")

So? What's on the menu? What's on the menu?
So what's on the menu? What's on the menu?
What's on the menu? Hah

I'm buckwild, I'm wise for my size so realize
My lyrical fries today's tough guys, nigga
So box and throw rocks, fish or cut bait
Even if I was a lightweight
I still fight great (UHH) i double em up and
Shuffle em down, combinate
Stick n move around
Til you work me up an appetite to fight
Like a nick in the paint
Think it is when it ain't
With no more restraint I make
A frail opponent faint (OH)
You need to get your ears glued to soul food
That makes you boogie til your nude
And you never get rescued
(OW) Now waiter take an
Order simply nothin shorter
Than the lamb to the slaughter
Recorder I'm flowin like water
(YES) Since you're popular
I see nothin stoppin ya
From generatin lucci livin larger than Gucci
HELLO
It's Mecca's hour when the man is in power
To roast there
(what?) I cook a medium rare, so toast
Perignon Poppa, my rugged styles vary shit
I want a salary Mariah couldn't Carey DIG IT
I sport a blue face Rolex for thirty grand
(yeah) now take your family to go
See "Who's the Man?"
I wear colognes that excite your hormones
And Versace the wifey bought
Now who woulda ever thought? Word to life
Ain't a rapper livin I can't run though so
("Let's see what's next on the menu!")

What's on the menu? What's on the menu?
What's on the menu uhh! yeah c'mon
What's next on the menu? What's on the menu?
What's on the menu? Ahhh

Here I come on the rise
The Godfather of the Funk I make it happen
(what?)
I'm next on the menu, "Who's the Man" rappin?
(uhh) the hardcore for the dancefloor
No need for an intro (say what?)
You know who's the one
The man that gets the job done (yeah)
It's rare
The sound that you hear is so original
You can't copy it down
So let it be subliminal (AOWW)
You can't rock like the Pete
Rock and CL smooth (aw yeah)
Together forever, like G rap says
"YOU LOSE!" so pull up a chair and relax
And let the music flow
And leave you on that note
Cause I'm read' to go (yeah)
You gonna have a hard time tryin
To run through me so
("Let's see what's next on the menu!")

Uhh what's on the menu? What's on the menu?
What's on the menu? Ahh, c'mon
What's on the menu? What's on the menu?
What's on the menu? yeah

Special shoutout, to my man Lord Finesse
He's in the house y'all
Can't forget my man, OG
He's in the house y'all
Can't forget my man CL smooth
He's in the house grap Lover, IN-I
Everybody up in the Vernon, peace yeah, funk
Yeah, funk ahh can't forget the Uptown crew
Can't forget the Bronx crew
Can't forget the Brooklyn crew
Can't forget the Queens crew yeah, AOWW!
Can't forget the Yonkers crew
Can't forget Now Rule crew
The whole Westchester, White Plains
Got to get props yeah the beat don't stop
And we out like this sEE-YAH!