| +Natty Dread+ like +Bob+ so rock steady
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| With no spaghetti with meat sauce
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| Maybe salads with one toss
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| No bread of the sorrow cause afraid to see tommorow
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| It’s religion never suspicious
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| You’re too delicious for the tongue
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| See the lungs breathe a natural high
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| Just like the shirts that’s so lovely
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| So ask Marco Polo and I never go solo
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| Cause I roll with the crew that keep the funk flows
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| That make ya dance until the sisters take glance
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| I hope you find romance… try your luck take a chance
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| Til I enter like the Milton Plaza I’m the center
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| Of it all, the fuckin’prince of the ball
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| Standing six feet tall, that’s a long way to fall
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| But not worry, cause my vision ain’t blurried
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| The +I+ is hotter than the spice and curry
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| So don’t stress the father or you might feel the fury
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| So check the situation, a raw deal is what we facin'
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| What’s the flavour of the rules they mandate
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| The climbin’gets hotter as the city gets smarter (?)
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| A million one catch they tryin’to earn top dollar
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| Half that mill, they straight out to kill
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| I’m cultivated and destined to act real ill
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| Black let up in the things of five burroughs of pain
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| Only reason why the east and the west it ain’t the same
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| I’m twenty-something years of age and life surely ain’t about hand-outs
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| So I lace my plan out, hard work is levicated to an encore survival
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| Considergize less and from conception to arrival
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| Now that I’m here my fear shall decrease
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| Learn about life makin’my way to the east
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| From four square yard struggler
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| The G’s on time, yo god hit me with that rhyme
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| In-tro-ducin the R to the O-B-O
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| You didn’t know, I witness ya thoughts I’m Robodendo
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| But your inventions confuse me on the surface
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| Ya nervous, because your lack of purpose
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| Check it, thought about it, much much later
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| Should’ve kept it real would’ve been much greater
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| But, you got in it like a pussy, in fact
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| Bein’pussy kept your wack ass back
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| Now in '95 to 2000 Rob is on some next shit
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| Game type, yeah in ya heart, you know it ain’t right
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| Dissention among the ranks
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| I’m givin’thanks to the most high for plantin’me firm
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| Upon this world that’s forever changin'
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| The conflict that I’m engagin'
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| The concert with amiss communication
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| Imagine that me take the weight for some next kid short
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| Yo it’s a Grown Man Sport
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| Yeah yeah like that
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| laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa
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| it’s a Grown Man Sport, yeah
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| laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa
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| it’s a Grown Man Sport, come on laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa
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| it’s a Grown Man Sport
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| lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa
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| this here is a Grown Man Sport
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| Hold it suppose it was me speakin’on tapes
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| To create a lifestyle to marinate
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| Different latitudes search cocaine to food
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| Excuse my move to bliss
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| Eternal stress in fits
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| I see the same in many, penny thoughts
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| Cause honey thought I wasn’t ready but willin'
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| Now I’m blowin’through the ceiling
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| Go real only when a nigga make me any noise
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| So figure, the first letter supports the sport
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| laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa
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| it’s a Grown Man Sport, yeah
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| laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa
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| it’s a Grown Man Sport, come on laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa
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| it’s a Grown Man Sport
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| lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa
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| yeah it’s a Grown Man Sport
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| Like that
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| This one goin’out dedicate this one to the almighty god
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| Rastafari Selassie
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| InI as we come of for 95 96
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| Ya live, respect |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Grown Man Sport , by - Pete Rock. Song from the album Center of Attention, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп