Do Whatcha Gotta - Nice & Smooth

Verse One: Greg Nice

Yes I’m the man with the mic in my hand

Give me elbow room, it’s time to expand

Styles, that I be kickin is grand

Can’t catch me with a radar scan

Now what’s a rock, what’s a pebble, what’s a stone?

What’s a bitin MC, that’s a clone

I’m Big Willie on my cellular phone

All I wanna do is make the fly girls moan, hey!

I bring drama like Prince

I been rippin microphones (how long?) ever since

Rubber boots and Lee suits

Three Card Molly and prostitutes

Get down, uhh!

I stain like ink

Comin to your rescue just like Link

Tuesday night on my way to the rink

Bag me a dime piece dressed in pink

Verse Two: Smooth B Now don’t get uptight, I’m travelling at the speed of light

And everything’s gonna be alright

Smooth B, sort of like an action figure

Uptown Boogie Down Bronx rap nigga

Doin what I gotta

Gonna make the Planet Rock like Afrika Bambaata

Peace to Red Alert

Aiyyo, back up from the ropes, so no one gets hurt

It’s the MC with the golden charm

Dustin rappers off with the golden arm

This style deals with the mic in my palm

I never leave my crib without readin the psalms

I gotta read my scriptures for they keep me refined

I gotta keep my nine for the deaf dumb and blind

Rewind selector, lead by supreme protector

keepin the tax collector

off my back, and I could never afford to have wack, styles

of rap, check my almanac

(«I did it like this, I did it like that»)