NICE & SMOOTH - The Sky's The LImit lyrics

Sellin out shows like John Mellencamp

Hype so hype call me Joe Amp

Skins be playin me close like a stamp

Its dark in here turn on the lamp

End of the month say what? you got the cramps

Now who is the man with the bag of tricks?

Hey it's not a problem that I can't fix

(And we been doing this since '86)

Now I don't want trouble

I'm humble like Barney Rubble

If you give me trouble, I'll give it back to you double

It ain't nothin but a little razor stubble

And don't make me burst that bubble

I like diamond links and minks and furs

With some cowboy boots without the spurs

Chorus: (Repeat 5X)

Check out the way we be rippin it

Sky's the limit, this is how we flippin it

Smooth B:

I'm happy to be alive, never took a dive

Used to hang out with this king who had 43 wives

Didn't know who he loved the most

So they all played him closer than butter on toast

For rhyme or reason, never treason

The kid was always in season

Took me to the players ball and all

Told me always keep my game tight and stand tall

Now I always have love for my people

Especially when they stayin on point like a steeple

But now more than ever we got to stick together

There's been enough bad weather

Take a look around you

I know it seems sometimes like negativity surrounds you

But don't let it stop you from gettim loot

If homegirl's frontin, than play her like a flute

Yo man start fakin than he can get the boot

Cause being on the block broke man ain't cute

Patience persistence

And all praises due for this physical existence

I always say first things first

The last thing on my mind is things can be worse