Grown Man Sport (Explicit) - Pete Rock

Lyrics by：Gregory Phillips/Rahsaan Rousseau/Robert Odindo/Peter Phillips

Composed by：Peter Phillips

Natty Dread like Bob so rock steady

With no spaghetti with meat sauce

Maybe salads with one toss

No bread of the sorrow 'cause afraid to see tommorow

It's religion never suspicious

You're too delicious for the tongue

See the lungs breathe a natural high

Just like the shirts that's so lovely

So ask Marco Polo and I never go solo

Because I roll with the crew that keep the funk flows

That make ya dance until the sisters take glance

I hope you find romance try your luck take a chance

'Til I enter like the Milton Plaza I'm the center

Of it all the f**kin' prince of the ball

Standin' six feet tall that's a long way to fall

But not worried 'cause my vision ain't blurried

The I'n'i is hotter than the spice and curry

So don't stress the father or you might feel the fury

So check the situation a raw deal is what we're facin'

Bust the flavors of the rules they mandate

The climate gets hotter as the city gets smaller

A million and one cats they tryin' to earn top dollar

Half that mill they straight out to kill

Uncultivated and destined to act real ill

Black let up in the things of five boroughs of pain

Only reason why the east and the west it ain't the same

I'm twenty-somethin' years of age

And life surely ain't about hand-outs so I lays my plan out

Hard work is levicated to an art called survival

Consider Jah's lesson from conception to arrival

Now that I'm here my fears shall decrease

Learnin' about life makin' my way to the east

From four square yard struggler

The G's on time yo God hit me with that rhyme

In-tro-ducin the R to the O-B-O

You didn't know I witness ya thoughts I'm Rob Odindo

But your intentions confuse me on the surface

Ya nervous because you lack a purpose

Check it thought about it much much later

Should've kept it real would've been much greater

But you got in it like a p***y in fact

Bein' p***y kept your wack a*s back

Now in '95 to 2000 Rob is on some next s**t

Game tight yeah in ya heart you know it ain't right

Ascension among the ranks

I'm givin' thanks to the most high for plantin' me firm

Upon this world that's forever changin'

The conflict that I'm engagin'

The constant riff and miscommunication

Imagine that me take the weight for some next kid short

Yo it's a grown man sport

Yeah yeah like that

Laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa

It's a grown man sport yeah

Laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa

It's a grown man sport come on

Laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa

It's a grown man sport

Lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa

This here is a grown man sport

Hold it suppose it was me speakin' on tapes

To create a lifestyle to marinate

Different latitudes search c*****e to food

Excuse my move to bliss eternal stress in fits

I see the same in many

Penny thoughts 'cause plenty thought I wasn't ready and willin'

Now I'm blowin' through the ceilin'

Go real only when a n***a make me any noise

So figure the first letter supports the sport

Enfin Séraphin

Pieds fins

INI les nouveaux prophètes de la scène mondiale

Oui que voulez vous faire nous tester

Je ne crois pas

Pense à deux fois mon frère et ce grown man sport

Qui veut dire c'est pas chouette dans mon livre là

INI est ici pour vivre toujours

Je prie le grand maître Selassie roi des rois chaque soir Alors

Laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa

It's a grown man sport yeah

Laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa

It's a grown man sport come on

Laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa

It's a grown man sport

Lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa

Yeah it's a grown man sport

Like that

This one goin' out dedicate this one to the almighty God

Rastafari Selassie

INI as we come of for 95 96

Ya live respect

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