[Greg Nice]

Yeah yeah, that's right, it's us

Yeah yeah, that's right, it's us

Yeah, fly girls get up, and shake yo' butt

Yeah, yeah

Get up, get up, uhh, and shake yo' butt

Hey, get up get up get up get up get up



[Breadkdown: uncredited singer - repeat 2X]

Hey ladies, Nice & Smooth is in the house

And you know they turn the party out

Ladies, I can't wait



[Chorus: Greg Nice]

Hey yo same old brand new style

From "Junkies," "Jewel of the Nile"

Ah don't urk the nerves, make us reach in the files

We got joints by the piles

We got the same old brand new style

It's the "Junkies," "Jewel of the Nile"

Ah don't urk the nerves, make us reach in the files

We got joints by the piles



[Greg Nice]

Aiyyo Libby Libby Libby on the label label label

Records in the crate behind the turntable

Time for us to throw shit up on the table

Hear me on the radio, see me on the cable

Head banger booty banger, rap singer

Don't got no time to be the gunslinger

To negativity you give the middle finger

Got the black Lear jet inside my hanger

Smooth B, so sharp up like a singer

Catch me at the body shop, Auric Goldfinger

Check it out, check it out

This is how we turn it out



[Chorus: second half]



[Smooth B]

Smooth B, at the top of the mountain and still climbin

Never stop, for pressure makes diamonds

Call me late at night, perfect timin

Visionary, five years ahead when I'm rhymin

Thoughts, deeper than those that sparked Plato

Holdin me, is like tryin to hold a tornado

Say word - word, you'll get mashed, like potato

I'll beat you like Bruce, when he turned into Cato

Who be the winner?  The snake or the monkey

Hard to tell but this beat, this shit is funky

I smoke chunky, I'm no flunky

My lyrical flow will knock needles out of junkies



[Breakdown: one half]



[Greg Nice]

The bass be kickin, the high-hat hissin

The snare be smackin, dough keep stackin

Bought a Lo-Jack in case of car jackin

Check me out as I bring it from my 'phragm

Peace to Funkmaster, peace to Crazy Sam

Puff a whole Owl, never sniff a gram

Style sticky like indo, tight like a clam

Greg N-I-C-E, my name ring bells

Make MC jail it ain't hard to tell

Threw a hundred dollar bill in the wishin well

You owe me a Grammy like Patti LaBelle

You owe me a Grammy like Patti LaBelle



[Breakdown: x3 to fade]