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This one definitely goes out on a censorship tipSo everybody sit back, relax and have a champagne sipWe gonna teach these people out there who areAgainst saying what we want to say the right wayYa know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna doIs kick back, swing a little funky beat by my manDJ Pete Rock, producer extraordinaire, yo Pete RockMake it clearI can flex, bend, lend a pen to a friendKeep a party pimping from now to thenI don't have to swear, curse or juggleLyrics in the verse to make a party bubbleSo mister Censorship, tell me, what's your problemThere's girlies on the corner, and phifey can't solve 'emHow did she say it, I'm curious GDOes she say honey love me, or baby baby, funnyAnyway, we say what we wanna sayPlay how we wanna play, feels good that waySo G Rap, huh, it's time to kick a verseDo your man a favor and don't curseYou're telling me don't curse on a verse, they did it worseFirst I put a curse on every verseI kind of got outrageousCheck it, even made a record on how I'm doing on the be-I-T-see-he'sLetras de cancionesDrop some verses for the bustEvery word that you heard is cause I didn't give a f-, aw shucksHey yo, I almost forgotThe curse is a plot but it's getting kinda hotSo I'ma let profanity retire, heyBut if worse comes to worse, I'll cut you out like Richard PryorSo Grand Puba, kick a verseBut do your man a favor and don't curseDon't curse bust itI won't curse, I'll take a famous curse word and just say cuffKcuf flipped around the other way means haBoy when I do, I see, I can't get stuckJump on the mic then I earn a quick buckBuck meaning loot, then I grab some bootsAnd set wit my troopsFor those who can't follow and got stuckKcuf flipped the other way means ahem, hem hemIt's just a curse, I freaked a nurse in a hearseBut I made sure I had my hat firstCL Smooth, it's time to kick a verseGod cypher the rhyme, you can't curseGo ahead ask me, when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nopeGrab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soapThinking to be the last one wit the bad lingoScooping on the skins in the church from your bingoSounds of the Mecca, dark fresh from the tailorBecause they made a movie when he cuss like a sailorBetter yet, dialect dirty like a subwayFreaking for your loot, here to make it go the other wayIn a vocabulary scrimmageBut cursing in my village ain't good for my imageSo Big Daddy, you know it's time to kick a verseBut do your man a favor, don't curseUh, the smooth rap inventor that enterParental discretion's not advised so there's no need to censorKiss on, peep it, but you want to beep it, whatI feel like slapping a sticker on ya (chill chill, see) butToo magical rhymes are too tragicalFor any source to stop Kane from getting capitalIf I thought sticking me was dissing meMan, don't you know that this would be worse than Stephen King's MiserySo clean all profanity, stealing all the man to beRocking any microphone you're handing meSo Heavy D, I'm about to disperseSo kick another verse and don't forget not to curseGod Bless but I can't mess around wit the cursesSo I'm a kick verses or a verseSoul brother number one here to kick factsSmoke the microphone and produce crazy tracksYour my bad bro, let's start the flowI'm a kick rhymes till it's time for me to goI can't curse cause Heavy D said soNow I'm a get back to the subjectGet wreck, if you think I'm bluffing, just checkWit the crew, Pete Rock and CL Smooth very down to earthAnd we didn't have to curseYea, yea the Abstract poet Q-tip of a Tribe Called QuestHere to wreck, ya' know what I'm sayin'Got my man Pete Rock and my man Heavy D in the houseAnd we're definitely chilling on the lifted tipSo bust the spit out, ahaFlim flam flim, lick my big black stuffPlus I kick a curse to be rough enoughYou can put the sticker where the sun don't shineSo back off and let me get mineVisions in my head when it's dealing wit hitsIf I had 4 girls then I lick 8 itsWait, don't wanna hear no dramaCause the bum diddly Heav is a fav of my mama'sSo I blew out get mad liftedDon't have to say up the show that I'm giftedGod bless me 'cause I reach my 21stHeavy D, don't drop a cursePeace, peace, peace to the preacherI'm talking about a verse without a curse that's how I reach yaI can rock a party without a swear or a harsh verbBackwards, no curse words, Heavy D prefersSo swing, swing to the Soul bequiem rhythmBefore I say goodbye, let me tell ya how I hit 'emCL, Pete Rock, G Rap, MaxwellBig Daddy, Q-Tip and ah me as wellTime to say peace, thank Pete for the beatsThis funky beat was made for the streetNotice how clean that we kept every verseBut if worst came to worst (We all say a curse) From Letras Mania