Sun Won't Come Out - Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

[CL Smooth] 
Open  Sesame  steppin through the mist  it's the specialist 
Comin to box  and flooded with rocks 
We'll get down for mine  the kind that makes cement feel us 
Standin in the company of killers 
Follow my trail as I walk through the valley of death 
Left  to fear no evil  cause what I grip is legal 
I'm hot like yard  the point guard of this group  on the loop 
Never your right, raising all your game type tonight 
Entering the level of high gear 
You'd think it took a Bob Marley spliff to get here 
Front to rear God of the drugs that you're hearin 
while my neighbors say we need to be jailed for rackateerin 
Now appearin, Pete Rock and CL Smooth, to the jugular 
Now you got Mecca and the Soul Brother 
Slightly, you might raise a hair of doubt 
But if we don't rock the spot, The Sun Won't Come Out 

[Pete Rock] 
Check it out, without Pete Rock and CL Smooth 
Without _Anger in the Naion_ 
Yo, without _Mecca and the Soul Brother_ 
You know The Sun Won't Come Out 
Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth 
You know we can't _Reminisce_ 
If we don't _Straighten It Out_ 
You know The Sun Won't Come Out 

[CL Smooth] 
Un-chained heat, I hustle on the street or beat 
to keep you on the edge of your seat, you consumer 
A QB-like boomer, the ultimate team 
But if I wake up in another woman's bed, I'ma scream 
I'm settin up shop pop to overthrow Castro 
Chokin over Noriega's Garcia Vegas 
Guess who supplies the pies and dope triples 
Now she leaks ass cheeks, pearly whites and titty nipples 
Would CL ever trick loot on PC? 
Even if I never had sonny boy I disagree 
Cut the small talk, I give more marks than a school of sharks