Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - I Get Physical Lyrics

It's going down from out of town
Off the wicked streets of New York trouble
Me and my man map the plan
And make a hefty bundle
Blessing weight to listen to greats
From the bassment gates
Making the dubplates that cause
Quakes in other states
My soldiers guzzle 40's with the
Shorties working the scenes
In tight jeans that blows all
Your boyfriends to smithereens
On a scout to get humped out from the zone
Bumping Babyface
When everything's live, I let my Boo drive
Now do my hot shells ring bells
And my knockouts settle beef
Any last requests? You better make it brief
Kid from 'Life Sucks' to 'Major
Bucks' while Pete rocks
Control blocks from ballplayers
To corner hustlers
Here come the Spark Brothers
Many retire when I open fire
Dropping smooth synthetic
The physical's mental
But the outcome is energetic
Larger clientele, drops by the CL
The spiritual
To set it one time on the physical

I get physical, mystical, very artistical

You must be silly my soul is Bigger
Than Willie to shock a city
With some of the Mecca-fied joint
At the boiling point
Making stable moves, wrestling grooves
Here comes the pain
My style's invisible knives
Slicing to the root of your brain
Funk locks when the terror come to
Box from the Pete Rizzocks
Knocks the ghetto blaster
Funking full fashion
Now dames kick the sham real slow
Talking the shopping's urgent
There hasn't been that much scheming
Since Eve met the serpent
My love rules Daisy Duke's amused
Check the view of the issue my
Flexing bounce to your body tissue
You know the Iceberg Slim, dig it Daddy
Let the click grows
Exotic to my foes, how I pimp these hoes
Don't be surprised, you get Tysonized
The ultimate test
Is like Sweet Pea spankin all of Chavez best
Blessed on a lyrical slugfest
Cause every round's critical
One blow that kept the dough physical

You better brace yourself, in other words
Fasten seatbelts when the Carmel melts
You love spots in your poom poom shorts
No one can rock me and
My latest aristocracy of Funktasia
I represent the full intent
To bring the flavor
Head or gut, steady laying in the cut
Fool it's mine kid
For niggas doin a master race Scarface bid
Maintain God, and keep it all solid
From the Overlord Adolpho Muhammad
To game written twenty years down
The line still hitting
Making arena sites rougher than
The hockey fights
It's just one of those nights
Topsy turvy like a roller derby
Style is coming sturdy any way
You wanna work me
Check the bizarre and hear a star
With so much chocolate over the Carmel
We need to own a candy bar
But before we merc
Run the drill I get physical
Mystical, very artistical