You say you are going to leave me
I`m begging you to stay
My baby I can`t get through any way
No I can`t
And when I wake up in the morning
You are gone
Little pretty thing
You know I`ll be all alone
(Chorus)
You`ll hear me crying (mmmmmmm)
Please don`t make me cry (mmm mmmm)
`cos I can`t say good-bye (mmmmm)
Please don`t make me cry
Because I know
There will be nothing left for me
All them good good times
We spent together
You said it was me and no other (yeah)
And now you want to make me pain inside
Darlin` I Know you are going to make me cry
(Chorus)
You`ll hear me ..... etc
All this pain I can`t stand it
You`re going to leave
You`re going to leave this poor man on his own
Yes you are (mmmmm)
(Chorus)
You`ll hear me ..... etc
All this pain I can`t stand it
You`re going to leave
You`re going to leave this poor man on his own
Yes you are
Please don`t make me cry
Baby I`m PleadingAh yeah yes
Psychedelic
Uh come on
This is what I like
It's that Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth stuff
Uh huh yeah
Brothers can't understand
You know I'm about to drop a funky beat on you
Like this...
Hit the war drums that vibrate the earth underneath
Here my people and I come gotta wake up the chief
Not a pale frail ghost C.L.'ll wreck the most
Cuz the Mecca land never had a Leo Africanos
The Sudanian, master of the Mediterranean
And if it's lovely I'm the one you're Skypagin'
Lower than the Mole Man, R&B, you're silly
The only male hardcore crusin' through my city
Rise to the supernova, swami like Bola
Heavy hitter I consider Ueuker leanin' on my shoulder
Measure like a yardstick, thick at arithmetic
You add it up and I roast a high pick flick
Hit the pitch and then I'm gone as the funk lingers on
I don't publicize here to keep the black race torn
But steady at an altitude where you get the mental food
Not to be rude, here's a fresh pot brewed
Oh, what a web we weave when we practice to deceive
Sparkin' off a trick up the sleave
Pete stocked the bedrock, listen and you'll see
And I'm sure you will agree you can't front on me
Yo, you can't front
It's like that, c'mon, yeah
Yes, you know I got to talk
You can't front
I'm tellin' you now
C.L. Smooth and the Rock, c'mon
Many consumed what was locked in a tomb
That I gradually groomed, coming out now smelling like perfume
So take a whiff when I wrap a gift, play ya like a gospel
A logical apostle, collosal (whoooweee!)
Afro, a cut me like a fade with a Braun
Sport a bald head, but never needed Hair Club for Men
Drop a SCUD, fully-capable, a form in a eclipse
Skips to backflips soon as it leaves my lips
Suave know, I can make the funk turn the habit
Kick the old 45 and I can boogie on static
Welcome to the Brahma Don, pilg