| Look, stare, you can scope
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| Because Nice & Smooth is like dope on a rope
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| Yo, Nice & Smooth is like dope on a rope
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| A cyclops, has one eyeball
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| Hello Dolly like how’d you fall
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| I can riff cause my name’s not Biff
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| I’ll drink a Heineken (well I’ll smoke a spliff)
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| Yo I caught a ci-zzab, paid the ti-zzab
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| Jump, (?) a boot to bi-zzack
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| Ooh man damn dag forgot my doo rag
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| Like Popeye need spinach to beat up the sea hag
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| My name is Greg Nice, I got gusto
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| I got a little booty and she better no be no ho
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| On the mic I’ll never diss
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| But if I diss you know what you can kiss
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| Kiss me, yo, I’m not a star baby
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| I eat beef baby, not caviar
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| No chaffeur and no Benz car
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| Down with Nice & Smooth and I’m gonna go far
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| Look, stare, you can scope
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| Because Nice & Smooth is like dope on a rope
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| Lookin out beyond a level of sight and sound
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| To wear a crown might be profound
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| But pound for pound I must astound you
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| Or leave a stain inside your membrane
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| I wanna reign, supreme like a Powerlord
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| And use my brain and a pen, like a shield and a sword
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| Since my mind conceive this, why not believe it
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| My hands receive it, and therefore I must achieve it
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| Then I have no other alternative
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| Than to show the party people just how I live
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| See I emerged from a level called brown
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| And like an atom radiates, I develop from the elements
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| Then I saw a vision of greatness
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| So I proceeded to follow a path, where only warriors go
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| I found the glow, I learned to know to go with the flow
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| I’ve grown, but must continue to grow
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| I’m like the sun, or should I say the North Star
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| A black pearl, or maybe I’m a quasar
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| I’m bright as hell, sometimes it even scares me
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| How in the world could one MC, be so deep?
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| I don’t creep, like a frog I leap
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| And I, reap what I sew and sew what I reap
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| My lyrics seep into your soul and gain control
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| This is a fact not rigamarole
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| I’m icy cold but warm like a mink stole
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| See I’ve been writin rhymes, since I was pre-natal
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| I have a lust and hunger for stage, my attraction is fatal
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| If I was to categorize me
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| I’d be a bigger surprise than human eyes could see
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| Look, stare, you can scope
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| Because Nice & Smooth is like dope on a rope
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| Yo, Nice & Smooth is like dope on a rope
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| Yo, Nice & Smooth is like dope on a rope
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| Teddy Ted, the late night rocker
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| Gets a little tipsy when he drinks a little vodka
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| But his hands stay steady on the wheels of steel
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| You duck DJ’s y’all know the deal |