-* this song has no title on the album (Grap)

am the one they call the G the, are the, A the, P and I
didn't write this it's, coming off the top of the dome So
what you wanna do and whatcha wanna go home And
tell your mama that I'm one wit all the mad drama Yes
I was causing the movies on 1 East 25th Street I
crossover honey, dips knew it was Harlem wheat I
was flowing on the place to be Is
being the capital rapper the, G-are-A-P In
the place to be wit my man Pete Rock and cl Smooth Pass
the bust a groove and the people begin to move And
get on the dancefloor Got
to move the funk you stinking little hores And
all the hoods and all the punks and all the suckers Wit
this s t**I got stupid muthafukas On
my d k**what, the fuk I, rock the mic so quick Wit
Adofo in the place to be And
my man Ross is right in back of me Rob
O good, to go I've
gots the F-L-O-W and that spells flow Wit
Chris Champ oh, what's up I'm bout to get amp On
top of the mic and I'm a set an exam -ple Girls
I pull I, got the honey dip so, what's up my, tank is full Of
sperm I, ready to bust a nut What's
up Pete Rock come, get on the cut Rock
to the beat get, wreck on the regular Listen
to me because I cause mass hysteria Peace
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Interlude After T.R.O.Y. * Lyrics

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth – Interlude After T.R.O.Y. * Lyrics