| OUTTA MY WAY BABY |
| L. Fernandez, V. Padilla, P. Nash Produced by the Beatnuts Recorded and Mixed by Adam Gazzola & Rich Keller at Rampant Recording Studios, NY, NY Performed by Pete Nice Contains samples of the following: Get out of My Life by Joe Williams |
| Verse 1 |
| Never got caught in the booty booty trends As a youth peeped Red Alert on the weekends Daddy Rich skills on the cuts like the butter Head for the hills, jet go and tell your mother Minister, sinister, a fist full of dollars see Get with the vibes of my slick verbal tapestry Never second guess cause your rep will start to crumble Play the role of humble, if you follow, never stumble Don't fret y'all if you think you're born the suspect One day your record might boom in the projects Say where you been, hey swimming in the sewers Cruising 24th street, picking up some brewers Ya crumb, I stung you with the lyrical artillery Big rap moneymaking, please this place is for me Like the E-Double said, "So Whatcha Saying?" So get your fat ass out my way and |
| Verse 2 |
| Here I come I'm the one with the burger on a bun packing but yo, my water pistol weighs a ton son Some call me Jake, used to roll with the Fatman Listen to my man, Tashan's I'm a black man Gave away the booty if the booty ever smelled up Not the pervert with the frisk and got you felt up Think I fall off, but let me tell you something That's the day I see the white man jumping Got the flavor of a Beemer 850 When it comes to tracks me and Rich is kinda pickey Pete Nice and Daddy Rich swing and kick a verse Step the way out my way out my way |
| Verse 3 |
| Up in the Bronx where the people's kinda fresh and Bought the Nike Air low cuts off the Jew man Polish up a track like you polish up your five-stars When I finish ripping, better check for scars Bringing out the worst like a hearse and the casket A question I ask it, a tisket, I tasket Nothin' but a head cold chewing on the Grape Nuts Beat style poetic with the butter of the Beatnuts Took it overseas like the Lovetron Dawkins Schoolyard ball, Roger Brown or Connie Hawkins Walking like a duck, milk's the one but it's whispering Sucking on pipes, but look at what it did to you Pimping, whorin', the tour bus touring Going to the Garden, see the Knickerbockers balling Best believe that we got the beat swinging Peace to Mike Brady and I leave my man singing |