Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grown Man Sport, artist - Pete Rock. Album song Center of Attention, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Vinyl
Song language: English
Grown Man Sport |
+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 |
Cause 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 fuckin’prince of the ball |
Standing six feet tall, that’s a long way to fall |
But not worry, cause my vision ain’t blurried |
The +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 facin' |
What’s the flavour of the rules they mandate |
The climbin’gets hotter as the city gets smarter (?) |
A million one catch they tryin’to earn top dollar |
Half that mill, they straight out to kill |
I’m cultivated and destined to act real ill |
Black let up in the things of five burroughs of pain |
Only reason why the east and the west it ain’t the same |
I’m twenty-something years of age and life surely ain’t about hand-outs |
So I lace my plan out, hard work is levicated to an encore survival |
Considergize less and from conception to arrival |
Now that I’m here my fear shall decrease |
Learn 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 Robodendo |
But your inventions confuse me on the surface |
Ya nervous, because your lack of 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 pussy, in fact |
Bein’pussy kept your wack ass back |
Now in '95 to 2000 Rob is on some next shit |
Game type, yeah in ya heart, you know it ain’t right |
Dissention 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 concert with amiss communication |
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 cocaine to food |
Excuse my move to bliss |
Eternal stress in fits |
I see the same in many, penny thoughts |
Cause honey thought I wasn’t ready but willin' |
Now I’m blowin’through the ceiling |
Go real only when a nigga make me any noise |
So figure, the first letter supports the sport |
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 |