Nice & Smooth

Nice & Smooth - Old To The New lyrics

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This is how we take
 The old from the new
 The new to the old
 The old from the New

 [Greg Nice]
 And if you pumpin in the BMZ  pump it like this
 You whip it in the BMZ  pump it like this
 You pump it in the Benz  pump it like this
 You pump it in the AC  pump it like this
 You pump it in the Jeep  just pump it like this
 Pump it in the Benz  just pump it like this

 Greg N I my IQ high like a hat
 Ain't nothin wrong with my pockets stayin fat
 No static at all, if so get the gack
 You can't beat that with a baseball bat
 All I wanna do is shine
 Make some loot, and sip some wine
 Buy me a mansion then recline
 Have all the honey dips wine and grine
 Its in my nature to be kind
 Girlfriend what's your zodiac sign
 Greg N-I chillin with my partner in crime
 Smooth B
 You seen us on MTV
 90, 91, 92, 93
 Uhn, ahh lala wui wui
 Smooth B, uhn if you down with me
 Step on the mic, step on the mic
 Rock on, shock on, get on, get on
 Rock on, rock it to the break of dawn

 Chorus

 [Smooth B]
 Yo, first no one knew that my skill were tight
 That I could rock a mic all long and stay right
 Man listen, when it come to rhymes I smell them
 I got lyrics locked in my cerebellum
 In other words brainstem
 Like my man Rakim said, I'm better than the rest of them
 I'm a tid bit smoother
 I bust a rap like a Luger
 I'm dreamy like Krueger
 Smooth B, real in the flesh
 Greg Nice my counterpart keepin the vibe fresh
 And we can go on
 From night to morn
 Rippin the mic and leave the stage torn
 Never in a scuffle
 Cause i can chill in the Bronx
 And still do the Hollywood Shuffle
 Take it back to the essence
 To the jams in the park, ahh everesence
 Felt like yesterday
 When I was a shorty b-boy around the way
 Cango, nylon, Nike suits and Pumas
 I had girls from here to Montezuma
 Now things are pretty much the same
 But I don't have to rhyme for free and that's the price of fame
 I had to learn alot to protect myself
 From those that want what I got
 Now, I can be the same like a ?pamphlet?
 And before they bight, I throw a damn fit
 I gotta keep makin papers
 I got no time for no corn ball capers
 So here's a word from the wise
 If you tryin ask me, your in for a big surprise

 Chorus
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rush Associated Labels

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Released in: 1994

Language: English

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