Cake - Pete Rock, The Un

I’m all about making it happen, kid, instead of yappin'

The cheddar stack, cat, I get it crackin', bringin' the action

Center of attraction

Late night on the creep trashin'

Mashin' the party crashin'

Rap with a passion

Not a quitter or a forfeiter

One of them raw rap cats with hollow point rhymes comin to hit ya

I’m targeting my shot at all them fake rappers

Them fake wannabe gun clappin' cats claimin' they the baddest

Claimin' that they ran the streets ragged

Knowin they chillin hard in the Village up in the gay bar talkin' to faggots

I’m not a gangsta, and I’m not a thug nor a Blood or a Crip

Strugglin' brotha tryin to hard to get rich

I’ve been nice in this hip hop shit from way back when

Days of The Jeffersons, Good Times to What’s Happening!

You niggas want beef?

Then call my name out

Still rockin' the Mecca and the Soul Brother like it just came out

Let’s get it on, Lebanon, strong as an ox

And I spit flows blowin' up yo' audio box

Document my style, cool when I rock

And I rush like the bus followin' my blocks

G’s up, I’m on the set, y’all niggas freeze up

I make dirty dollars, turn 'em in to clean bucks

My stocks rise, it’s cool, it’s no surprise

And them laws, the rules you make, I straight defy

Rebel in the highest form, the fifth born

Gully nigga on the track screamin' «It's on»

Stop the DAT, rewind that

Thoughts, combine that

Criminal minds and rhymes, underline that

Dollar dollar, street scholar, flow then ya follow

Expert, puttin' in work for the next saga

So yo, get your lean on

Flows you fiend on

Fuckin' with U. and N., the 2000 phenom

Yeah, U. and N. sound greater than great

Still though, holdin' my gizza knot, my name hold weight

And you can bet your bottom dollar money mo' I make

Let’s get this cake

Son do what it takes

Yeah, U. and N. sound greater than great

Still though, holdin' my gizza knot, my name hold weight

And you can bet your bottom dollar money mo' I make

Let’s get this cake, c’mon

Hold up… pause for the cause, you know

You could call it telephone love tap

High explosive experiment

Situate a press up, bless up

What’s up with you?

What you talkin'?

Pocket fill when it feel

Yeah, it’s good, like you should

I’m Dino, begs no pardon

Borrow no lending, begs no friends

Ya hear me, all my mens love women, raw

Links with mami Cuban or takes me back to Union

Baby girl got cousins and now one of 'em frontin

U.N. check her flagging me down faster than sound

How we quick to pick me up in that Lex iced edition

State your position, back jabbin this bone wishin

Miss don’t have me went missing

Put in everything, Dwight Gooden-nuff talk

You can have a ball and go walk

Hear me now, feel me later

Later, Dino Brave’s smooth and then paid

Feelin' this chick up, keepin' the stick up

Fire for candlestick and trick a wick up

A verbal contract with life was put out on you

Now the harsh facts circle your world at

Allah you like a wise author

Sci-fi writings and novels

Sliding over potholes

Play King Arthur inside my brothel

The size of waffles gunshot holes

Blowing like the U. S Marshal or Louis Armstrong

I knew when the fog’s gone, ya spotted

And at the same time ya shot at

Frollic with raps and fiber optics

Like 4,5,6, hard to get at

Sharp as an axe

Order jockage

Harm a trizzack, try and be modest

Fiery thoughts burn like L’s of chronic

Make your lungs black, sip gold hell in a bottle

Blow L n' send him a hollow, that’s on the house

Compliments on my corner morale, how I get down

Chase his ass round like cat and mouse

You feel my passion?

Fuck life if I ain’t mackin'

Niggas wanna see me stagnant

Similar to two magnets

We can never be a package

A printed jewel up, show my crew love

Before this rap shit, who could fool us?

Beautiful lust

Don’t think I’m too cool to bust

Loot and do drugs

Who’s who?

Few knew it was fool-proof

But true it was, crime organizer

Forty-fiver

Hit your Porsche up, fuck you in lava

Hit them to my product

Just a taste was life threatenin

Stretch his limbs out to five separate ends

Pray on my fall and every sense

Like I don’t know it

I hold Macs posing in flicks like DeNiro in Ronin

Yeah, U. and N. sound greater than great

Still though, holdin' my gizza knot, my name hold weight

And you can bet your bottom dollar money mo' I make

Let’s get this cake

Son do what it takes

Yeah, U. and N. sound greater than great

Still though, holdin' my gizza knot, my name hold weight

And you can bet your bottom dollar money mo' I make

Let’s get this cake