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PETE ROCK : Don't Ya Just Love It lyrics

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PETE ROCK lyrics : "Don't Ya Just Love It"

& Camp Lo Ft. Ab-Soul

[Intro: Geechi Suede]

Centipede, set it in seven speed
Crooks ceremony crawlin' out the cranberry breeze
Thai and Hawaiian, tattoo your fantasy island

Pneumonic neolites, life prowlin'

[Verse 1: Sonny Cheeba]

Pulled out the punisher
This ain't the run of the nil
Shoot the valkyrie

Rockin' out the trunk of the Seville
Hit the predator
?and Megatron blast on the 80 blocks

Some planet where saints are the savage

[Verse 2: Geechi Suede]

Glamour coalition, new inspection
We trespassin' in your section
Offshore accounts in Barcelona

Watch? ridin' Ramona
Rubic's Cube sittin', twinkle on the index
Aimin' it asymmetrical at your apex


[Verse 3: Geechie Suede]
Everglade wave, made out of rose gold

Old gold, let my Os? I'm Fonzlo
Bank robbin', briefcases of bric-brac
It's calamity when cartridges come out the clap

Subtract those that don't render subservient
Servin' 'em a half time and this won't be the last time


[Verse 4: Sonny Cheeba]
Mayday, mayday
Come in, come in

Committing airwave robberies
As I convince the spins
Gator? out the cylinder

8 watches, Sicily tight
Soon a hero is a nothing but a sandwich
Cheeba be the sun and?

Feedin' them the sound of
80 Blocks from Tiffany's


[Verse 5: Ab-Soul]
A sax lookin' for the Giuseppes
With the gladiator strap

This the flow of the century
My (*##$ bad, but it's all good
We lookin' to see intimacy in Italy

Soulo, the senile will remember me
This the Nile River on the beach?
?Oliver Peoples on top of my pupils

My ^!$$%, this is what a pro sees
You never did a walkthrough for 4Gs
You shavin' points like the game had a goatee

I silence the lamb, and now the goat's me
Scary, like writin' rhymes in the cemetery
Next to someone you knew that was buried

Barry Gordy, no Motown
Probably up in your town
On? and the Garden of Eden

Knockin' hoes down

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