[Pete Rock]
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Uhh
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Ahh yeah
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What we talkin bout? Talkin bout the skinz
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Skinz? Yeah the skinz, you know, girls
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Fine women
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Skinz, listen listen to my man
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[CL Smooth]
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I hear it callin never stallin hit the skinz bed or shelter
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Love to tap her on the shoulder, roll her over, then I belt her
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Leave a bite when the joint is tight, lovely when it's loose
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Produce the proper juice, plus I never hump a deuce
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Give me the head on the waterbed, play you like a Pro Ked
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Slide the flavors on the sled, listen to what he said
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Come and lie on the bearskin, notice how the firm make him grin
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Cover the checks and then I go cash em in
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Hold the zipper, unlock, and grab the whole bag of treats
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Hear the hooker slam the butcher with the biggest stack of meats
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Take two hands to hold it, flip it out and unroll it
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If you spot a brother larger then the next man stole it
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Oochie coo now, you know the Mecca wanna bang bang
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Beggin a pardon as I knock a new skinz stank thang
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CL, kickin flavor with the Grand Puba
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Speakin on the wins, I'm about to hit the skinz
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[Pete Rock]
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Talkin bout the skinz
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The skinz
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That's right, talkin bout the skinz baby
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No disrespect, just talkin bout an everyday thing
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C'mon
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[Grand Puba]
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Ha ha ha!
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Hey, hey
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Yeah...
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Nowadays I'm on some extra be careful (shit)
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I take precaution, before I slide up in the slit
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Man (fuck) that I put aluminum foil on my (dick)
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Cause if you catch it, boy that (shit)'ll kick you quick
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Better yet, you can pass me a Ziplock
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A bag of boom, and a 40 then some boot knock
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I get stiff and it's hard like Charles Bronson
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It's kinda (fucked) up what happened to Magic Johnson
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But anyway, you know the resume
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Time to drop the Girbauds and parlay, HEY
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I rock the world over big botty girls
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Won't hit the skinz if she gotta jheri curl
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cause when I jump into my thing I make the bedspring sing
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And you can ask my old fling, who's the bedroom king?
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Hit the skinz hard, she'll hang on to the bedpost
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Then I drop my load, then get up and make some french toast
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Run and get the paper and it won't be the Post
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After that you know the flavor I'm ghost!
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[Pete Rock]
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That's right, be out..
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Hit it off.. on the skinz
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[Cl Smooth]
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C'mon, with the funky flavors
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Uhh, gonna hit this off right quick
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Hit the skinz they're forever wins, cozy like my Timbs and brims
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but never heard a bigger limb around the rim
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Set to hurdle when I pop a girdle, sum it up surgical
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Lay down the pubic and the stuff won't curdle
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I got the remedy for competition of any
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sleepin with the enemy who never got a pretty penny
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Skinz I'm with, check the lower lipped pal of mine
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Now you know the Pete Rock, skinz all the time
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[Pete Rock]
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Oh Pete Rock, raw as I ever been
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Give me room so I can speak about the skinz
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Take a tidbit, but God (damnit) can you dig it
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Sisters play me close and they want my beeper digits
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cause I love em undercover, the Chocolate Boy Wonder
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Break like an earthquake, boomin like thunder
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til the honey dip the blouse, slip in the house
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Sip the Stout, rip the boots, and I'm out
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[CL Smooth]
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Like the Isley's, apply these, in-Between the Sheets
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Follow yes another trail as if I had on cleats
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Rip my way through a negligee, park it like a valet
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Sure it's OK, just met the skinz yesterday
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Tap the baggy drawers, lay the laws, lovely puff it up
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For the ride, honey buckle up, smearin all your makeup
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CL can wreck it well a bombshell finishin
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So get the tunnel vision on how I hit the skinz
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[Pete Rock]
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How I hit the skinz, uhh
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It's fat, yes
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As you know I like to flow
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Don't try to show
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Because I'm, the accurate man
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Everybody knows it
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Peace to all stealers
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of the Mount Vernon
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Young poets and players
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New Rochelle, the Bronx...
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Skinz
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| Pete Rock and CL Smooth |
