[Chorus: Greg Together we're coolin, the mic we're Suckers we're schoolin, you better booin trade (we know what we doin)
[Greg My name is Greg Nice I to swing to Canal Street I bought the dookie rings After that, I a fur Then I to see the lady for a manicure Cut my nails low and my rings was glowin Around my neck the dookie ropes was Went outside, to the BM With the VVS on all fo' sides I was, butter soft had on fresh it live to the girl in the air Baby doll, can we hang? You got my number, me a rang Called me up yo, one night Let's get busy cause the time was You know she wanted, she wanted to do (What? What?) Yo she to date (what?) she wanted to OOH! Took her to the movies, I her to dinner her I'm a vet, I ain't no beginner Grabbed her hand and said, "Let's a cab Baby worry I'll pay the tab" Dug in my pockets, for the Big bills, had low
Nice]
[Smooth The S to the M double-O B-E-E no to waste Ah right now I'm gonna reminisce Of how a fly MC a rap-ologist Around the time Chubby Checker, invented "The Twist" I to play spin the bottle, run catch and kiss Smooth Bee's my name, that's I said I got a blue Mercedes, a big bed I live on a overlookin a view And I came tonight just to rock for you So a rock y'all, and get dowwwn Let's a trip on a funky merry-go-round You see, round and and around we go And when the funky beat stops everybody know Cause there's a and a place where we'll all have fun And Bee will be your number one Master of Ceremonies and you admit That I was, born and raised to top hits So vicious, malicious, and discrete I mystical powers I perform any fete I'm gonna be at the top of my field I'm gonna see my name in the Rappers With all the other rappers, who wanna be I'll be boastin a gold-tone microphone Cause I'm death-defyin, caught lyin Not a female's love I'm ever caught Get so much sex I might explode And on a sperm count I'm an overload
[Greg Yo, I'm a trooper, and I do I do stunts and I smoke Forty ounce of stizzinock Standin on the corner, my jizzinock Watching all the GIRLS, Boy she got a BIG (oooh oooh) Hey, baby, eatin? Looks to me, like you be Sneakin by I saw you Did you Greg Nice was sleepin? I'm not like Donald Trump And I don't have no big fat Slouch, on the couch And if you fight me I will say ouch (Ahhhhh yeah!)
[Smooth Smooth Bee guaranteed to make a mic I'm Smooth Bee I'm guaranteed, to give you you need Not a sip not a swallow but the damn bottle Got a lot of juice but my girl cut me For a sucker cazals and plate named Bruce Little did she know that I'm choice and not rapper with a golden voice An entrepeneur, love Man of the world with my life to Minks socks leather suits shirts of velour Smooth articulate MC I'm rappin to a funky beat, my unique Every time she sees me she me a skeeze She says, "Please Bee, please, please! Let me ride in your Mercedes" I taunt and tease as she drops to her And I let her wipe my nose that I sneeze. . we know we doin!
[GN] A skill trade [SB] We what we doin [GN] A skill trade [SB] We what we doin
Teddy Ted down with the trade Slice and dice, he must get Sip tea, and lay in the shade You gaze be dazed as he amaze!
Ted cuts'n'scratches*