Grown Man Sport song by Pete Rock & InI from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap, Boom Bap, Posse Cut music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Grown Man Sport Meaning
| [[Verse 1: Ras G] Natty Dread like Bob, so rock steady With no spaghetti with meat sauce Maybe salads with one toss No bread of the sorrow ’cause afraid to see tomorrow It’s religion, never suspicious But too delicious for the tongue See, the lungs breathe the natural high Just like the shirts that’s so lovely So ask Marco Polo and I never go solo Because I roll with the crew that keep the funk flows That make ya dance until the sisters take glance I hope you find romance… try your luck, take a chance ‘Til I enter, like the Milton Plaza, I’m the center Of it all, the fuckin’ prince of the ball Standin’ six-feet tall, that’s a long way to fall But not worried ’cause my vision ain’t blurry The I’s hotter than the spice and curry So don’t stress the Father, or you might feel the fury [Verse 2: Grap Luva] So check the situation, a raw deal is what we’re facin’ Bust the flavors of the rules they mandatin’ The climate gets hotter as the city gets smaller, more squalors A million and one cats, they tryin’ to earn top dollar Half that mill, they straight out to kill Uncultivated and destined to act real ill Black let up in the things of five boroughs of pain Only reason why the East and the West it ain’t the same I’m twenty-somethin’ years of age And life surely ain’t about hand-outs, so I lays my plan out Hard work is levicated to an art called survival Consider Jah’s lesson from conception to arrival Now that I’m here, my fears shall decrease Learnin’ about life, makin’ my way to the East From four-square yard struggler, the G’s on time Yo, God, hit me with that rhyme , [Verse 3: Rob-O] In-tro-ducin’ the R-to-the-O-B-O, you didn’t know I witness ya thoughts, I’m Rob Odindo But your intentions confuse me on the surface You’re nervous, because you lack a purpose Check it! Thought about it.. much, much later Should’ve kept it real, would’ve been much greater But, you got in it like a pussy In fact, bein’ pussy kept your wack-ass back Now, in ’95 to 2000, Rob is on some next shit, game tight Yeah, in your heart, you know it ain’t right Ascension among the ranks I’m givin’ thanks to the Most High for plantin’ me firm Upon this world that’s forever changin’ The conflict that I’m engagin’ The constant riff and miscommunication Imagine that — me take the weight for some next kid’s short Yo, it’s a Grown Man Sport [Hook: Pete Rock] Yeah, yeah! Like that, uh! (Laah-laaaaaah, la-la-laaaaaaaah) It’s a Grown Man Sport, yeah! (La-la-laaaaaaaah, la-laaaaaah, la-la-laaaaaaaaaaah) It’s a Grown Man Sport, come on! (Laaah-laaaaaah, la-la-la-laaaaaaaah) It’s a Grown Man Sport (La-la-laaaaaaaah, la-laaaaaah, la-la-laaaaaaaaaaah) This here is a Grown Man Sport, yeah! , [Verse 4: Mekolicious] Hold it! Suppose it was me speakin’ on tapes To create a lifestyle to marinate Different latitudes, search cocaine to food Excuse my move to bliss, eternal stress and fits I see the same in many Penny thoughts ’cause plenty thought I wasn’t ready and willin’ Now I’m blowin’ through the ceilin’! Go real, only when a nigga make any noise So figure, the first letter supports the sport [Verse 5: Marco Polo] Enfin Séraphin, pieds fins InI — les nouveaux prophètes de la scène mondiale, oui! Que voulez vous faire nous tester? Je ne crois pas! Pense à deux fois, mon frère It’s a Grown Man Sport, keep it real C’est pas chouette dans mon livre là InI est ici pour vivre toujours Je prie le grand maître Selassie roi des rois chaque soir Alors.. [Hook: Pete Rock] Come on… (Laah-laaaaaah, la-la-laaaaaaaah) It’s a Grown Man Sport (La-la-laaaaaaaah, la-laaaaaah, la-la-laaaaaaaaaaah) What? It’s a Grown Man Sport, yeah-yeah! (Laah-laaaaaah, la-la-laaaaaaaah) Uh! It’s a Grown Man Sport (La-la-laaaaaaaah, la-laaaaaah, la-la-laaaaaaaaaaah) Yeah! It’s a Grown Man Sport, like that! , [Outro: Pete Rock] This one goin’ out Dedicate this one yaselves, to the Almighty God, Jah! Rastafari Selassie InI As we come out for ’95, ’96 Jah live! Respect!] |
