Nice & Smooth - The Sky's The Limit lyrics

[Greg Nice:] Sellin out shows like John Mellencamp Hype so hype call me Joe Amp Skins be playin me close like a stamp Its dark in here, turn on the lamp End of the month, say what? you got the cramps Now who is the man with the bag of tricks? Hey it's not a problem that I can't fix (And we been doing this since '86) Now I don't want trouble I'm humble like Barney Rubble If you give me trouble, I'll give it back to you double It ain't nothin but a little razor stubble And don't make me burst that bubble I like diamond links and minks and furs With some cowboy boots without the spurs [Chorus: x5] Check out the way we be rippin it Sky's the limit, this is how we flippin it [Smooth B:] I'm happy to be alive, never took a dive Used to hang out with this king who had 43 wives Didn't know who he loved the most So they all played him closer than bu*ter on toast For rhyme or reason, never treason The kid was always in season Took me to the players ball and all Told me always keep my game tight and stand tall Now I always have love for my people Especially when they stayin on point like a steeple But now more than ever we got to stick together There's been enough bad weather Take a look around you I know it seems sometimes like negativity surrounds you But don't let it stop you from gettim loot If homegirl's frontin, than play her like a flute Yo man start fakin than he can get the boot Cause being on the block broke man ain't cute Patience persistence And all praises due for this physical existence I always say first things first The last thing on my mind is things can be worse