Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth – If It Ain't Rough, It Ain't Right lyrics

Above the level of a mezzanine, healthy as oval tine
The dominant gene queen, I mean go, the light's green
The protege could play like chess to quest the best
Confess, never poor as Bangladesh

I get busy like a boxer, operate like a doctor
Seal like a locker, pop like Orville Reden Bacher
Buy the tape, L P, C D
All me and Petey, to cater to the needy

'Like a Prayer' for Madonna but 'a Different World' for Jasmine
C L is well a physical attraction
Let me make myself perfectly clear
While I'm there, I make a peer a positive pap smear

Really I do once I light the barbecue
Thread the loose ends, see my friends are the crew
The fright night King of New York like Frank White
If it ain't rough it, ain't right man listen

If it ain't rough enough to mingle in the stuff
To scar and scuff and make you cuckoo like a cocoa puff
It ain't right so I smash the satellite
Check the Fahrenheits before I take flight

Unique as Mozambique, here to freak Sheik
The skills that won't leak and never antique
Warm like a oven you're lovin' the style I'm druggin'
Alleyway muggin', heavyweight sluggin'

No fibs I kick the ad libs and rock it in the cribs
Break your ribs like a toothpick 'cause you were never slick
[Incomprehensible] you lacked back when I first started
C L's the one who got the Red Sea parted

My conversation qualification is a doozy
The rude Rudy wreckin' write you off as a floozy
I shoot for the moon but even if I miss
I'm among the stars to put a bullet hole in Mars

In my frame of mind I design the best seller
For rougher cats can Rockafeller you're Penn and Teller
Steady with the convo, rough like Brillo
Let your head hit the bed and knock the feathers out your pillow

The master intelligent with the black testament
Found it relevant and mailed it to the President
But overall I get the papes for my labor
With the physical manifestation of a Savior

You wanna test this but I slay anyway
'Cause your rhymes are old with more wrinkles than a charpei
Mecca Don upon the streets of Babylon
Pass the baton to respond like Farrakhan

Hard like Shaft with the staff for the back draft
A blazin' aftermath, so hon make a path
If you don't trust him, bust him
But if you don't have a weapon then kid keep steppin'

The main idea in here for the hemisphere
C L's here to get wreck for the year
A large man's appetite blowin' like dynamite
If it ain't rough, it ain't right, come on