Letras:
Rock Pete Don T Be Mad

Don't be mad because you can't do what I can Like when Jordan went up took that shot & switched hands (With his tongue out!) Don't be mad cause you not

gon' finish Never been the loudmouth type Sugar Shane of this rap shit, southpaw when the mac spit Listen rookie, don't make me mad boy Or you gon' be

homie Only this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know me Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great

Rhyme Off The Tip Of My Tongue Yeah I Be Switching Up The Rhythm Like The Rhyme's A Piece Of Chewing Gum Now I Might Chew But I Don't Bite My Ideas Are

I represent S.I., ain't as wild as me They lousy, I'm phat like a pound of cheeba weed brownies Tone got the powder squeeze, don't surround me Quick

there's a fire" "Under that rock you'll find some water I left in a bitters jar" "Now there's just enough to prime it with so don't you go drinkin' first

sell Without lies, your whole album would be borin as hell I don't fail, dimes I bag and bail And I done ran through more checks than Frank Avedale [Chorus: Pete Rock

's Don't really care 'bout y'all, really hear 'bout y'all Yo on our side we do our thing, play the cut Let the phone ring, Pete Rock connect team From

and I'ma hit it if she let me I got my man Pete on the co and that's my dark side For y'all niggaz that don't know the red bone player Niggas in the