[Verse 1: Pete Rock]
It's time to dip-dive-dip, you might break a hip
To the sound that's legit, I've come to make a hit
I usually bust scratches with my brother CL Smooth
But I decided to get wreck on this groove
As I provide the slide, you're goin' on a ride
I know the weather's nice, there's no need to play the outside
Guess who's on the flyer, the man of your desire
Pete Rock and CL Smooth, all the honey-dips admire
Beats are rough and rugged, Pete Rock is the creator
Now I'm bustin' raps while switchin' cross-faders
Makin' sure my sound hits from here to Grenada
Honey gave me skins, man, I told her friends I ate her
But wait up, I save this subject for later
But it's time to get wreck with the creator
[Verse 2: Pete Rock]
I'm addicted like a stoge, not into Vogue
(Yo, Pete, there's a girl on the phone)
Tell her to hold 'cause I'm busy kickin' rhymes to the rhythm
Fortified with soul 'cause that's what I give 'em
Honeys form a line 'cause I always seem to capture
Beats made of rupture, rhymes made of rapture
Far from illiterate, always seem to get a hit
If you try to step to this, don't even consider it
Skins when I want 'em, but, only when I need 'em
To set the record straight, I'll be damned if eat 'em
Call me Pete Rock, I make the girls flock
And if you want a beat like this, I got 'em in stock
So, flow with the flow, because you know I'm good to go
As I proceed to get wreck on your stereo
Not an imitator, just a crowd motivator
But it's time to get wreck with the creator
It's time to dip-dive-dip, you might break a hip
To the sound that's legit, I've come to make a hit
I usually bust scratches with my brother CL Smooth
But I decided to get wreck on this groove
As I provide the slide, you're goin' on a ride
I know the weather's nice, there's no need to play the outside
Guess who's on the flyer, the man of your desire
Pete Rock and CL Smooth, all the honey-dips admire
Beats are rough and rugged, Pete Rock is the creator
Now I'm bustin' raps while switchin' cross-faders
Makin' sure my sound hits from here to Grenada
Honey gave me skins, man, I told her friends I ate her
But wait up, I save this subject for later
But it's time to get wreck with the creator
[Verse 2: Pete Rock]
I'm addicted like a stoge, not into Vogue
(Yo, Pete, there's a girl on the phone)
Tell her to hold 'cause I'm busy kickin' rhymes to the rhythm
Fortified with soul 'cause that's what I give 'em
Honeys form a line 'cause I always seem to capture
Beats made of rupture, rhymes made of rapture
Far from illiterate, always seem to get a hit
If you try to step to this, don't even consider it
Skins when I want 'em, but, only when I need 'em
To set the record straight, I'll be damned if eat 'em
Call me Pete Rock, I make the girls flock
And if you want a beat like this, I got 'em in stock
So, flow with the flow, because you know I'm good to go
As I proceed to get wreck on your stereo
Not an imitator, just a crowd motivator
But it's time to get wreck with the creator
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