I collect the loot and then I knock the boots
 A smooth dark lover  prefer to be called the chocolate lover
 Cuz I can do wonders under cover
 I'm dip dip dope  I rhyme like riz ope
 I cleanse like soap  'cause it's the great black hope
 Stay away from the penile  I can rock the senile
 Hons alway wave 'cause slick like bunile
 Pete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock
 Plus the way that I flow...blood clot

 Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, yeah...
 So funky, like a street junky
 Like I said before, we go, c'mon...

 For Pete's sake I break and update, wait, I radiate
 The dub played to navigate the tune I make
 I fit like a slipper, so catch the Big Dipper
 Vital signs are quicker, not the flat line picture
 Showtime original, official with the smooth criminal
 I hit the cliches on the subliminal
 With the soul technician to fill the prescription
 In addition listen close to the mission
 The P.E.T.E.R.O.C.K., resume
 With the route to Brut by Faberge
 No doubt, to shout about a 20-bar segment
 Off spring the lyrics when the microphone's pregnant
 Give it a rubdown, now here's the sermon
 Everywhere you go you hear Mecca from the Vernon
 Pound for pound, uptown, I get down
 And bound to spin the record like a merry-go-round
 The cut don't flow that I touch is not a preemie
 And who would ever see me when I dream of Jeanie
 I don't think so, peace, I gotta go
 And shake like an earthquake, cousin, for Pete's sake

 To my man...

 Here come's the rugged one, plus the way I flip it
 I collect the loot and then I knock the boots
 A smooth dark lover, prefer to be called the chocolate lover
 'Cause I can do wonders under cover
 I'm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme like riz-ope
 I cleanse like soap, 'cause it's the great black hope
 Stay away from the penile, I can rock the senile
 Hons alway wave 'cause I'm slick like lunile
 Pete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock
 Plus the way that I flow...blood clot
 Yo, my style's cock-diesel and I can do the hustle
 Niggaz know the time, I don't have to flex a muscle
 I'm not the type to fake it, I wouldn't try to take it
 Tie your girl to the back of my Jeep butt-naked
 Slide her monkey ass down the hill
 So if you don't want beef, money, chill for Pete's sake

 To my man...

 Music please...

 (C.L.) The Mecca's sweet like nectar, maybe 'cause you need it
 There's a ribbon in the sky, but I wonder if you see it
 In the days of thunder, notice how I simplex in the proper context
 Here steps the one, the answer to the riddle
 Survey says the black press can make you wiggle
 The staff to the craft, the stroke of a pena
 Pefect stranger, melody arranger
 Loopholes are filled when I build with the skill
 Liquid steels the mic on the Rock's chill
 No financial aid wade when I'm paid
 Deep as the Everglade, the escapade a renagade
 Study in the archives, place your bet, sonny
 Head crack back to back for the bail money
 For you, a chapter, slayed by the author
 Lickin' on your daughter, say, south of the border
 Now, here we are with the funky repertoire
 Draw warm like a spa, star, forget all the hoopla
 C.L. Smooth and Pete Rock
 Could break and penetrate, piece of cake, cousin, for Pete's sake

 To my man...

 For Pete's Sake, c'mon