Jewel of the Nile Album

Artist(s): Nice & Smooth

Cover Art

Nice & Smooth Jewel of the Nile Cover Art

Tracklist

Return of the Hip Hop Freaks

length: 3:17

- Let's go all the way daddy
- I mean they gone have to rewrite the mackin book baby
- cause I'm gone be the new king
- They gone be talkin bout us like they been talkin bout Jesus

Chorus: It's the return of the hip hop freaks
It's the return of the hip hop freaks
It's the return of the hip hop freaks
I want to do the nasty, I want to make you weak

Greg Nice:

Now five plus five equals ten
Jet black hair, butter soft skin
Chucky said, friends to the end
Walk this way I love that strut
It's alright, uhn shake that butt
Nails filed so neat and petite
Perfume aroma smell so sweet
Some may say, that sex is a sin
I want to be an a witness ten
Umm baby tell me how I make you feel
Shed some light on your sex appeal
No **** block tonight, tell your girlfrien Jill
Pass the prophylactic and pop the pill
If the food tank stink, than use a Massengill
Peace to Arkill and Cypress Hill
Pop that coochie at your own will

Chorus:

Smooth B:

Don't give me no lip no
We came equip yo
Move to this funky beat like Calypso
Never was a ????
Dipped in the winter, dipped in the summer
Me and Greg Nice got money to make
Bring the rain, snow, hail, earthquake
New York, Brooklyn handle Melida
Met this girly Bita, twin sister name Sherita
When I ate the poom poom, she asked me could I beat her
Not with my fist, but beat her with my peter
Thought to myself, no idea sweeter
Butter complexion, super erection
Couldn't make a move without protection
Now I'm strapped type, ready for flight
Ahhh schooly wahwah

Chorus

The Sky's the Limit

length: 3:33
We rode into town the other day
Just me and my daddy
He said I`d finally reached the age
And I could ride
Next to him on a horse
That of course was not quite as wide

We heard a crowd of people shouting
And so we stopped to find out why
And there was that man
That my dad said he loved
But today there was fear in his eyes

So I said daddy why are they screaming
Why are the faces of some of them beaming
Why is he dressed in that bright purple robe
I bet that crown hurts him more than it shows
Daddy please cant you do something
He looks as if though gonna cry
You said he was stronger than all of those guys
Daddy please tell me why
Why does everyone want him to die

Later that day the sky grew cloudy
And daddy said I should go inside
Somehow he knew things would get stormy
Lord was he right
But I could not keep from wondering
If there was something he had to hide
So after he left I had to find out
I was not afraid of getting lost
So I followed the crowds
To a hill where I knew men had been killed
And I heard a voice come from the cross

And it said father why are they screaming
Why are the faces of some of them beaming
Why are they casting their lives for my own
This crown of thorns he hurts me more than it shows
Father please...cant you do something
I know that you must hear my cry
I thought I could handle a cross of this size
Father remind me why
Why does everyone want me to die
When will I understand why

My precious son
I hear them screaming
I watching the face of the enemy beaming
But soon I will clothe you in robes of my own
Jesus this hurts me much more than you know
But this dark hour I must do nothing
For I`ve heard you unbearable cries
The power in your blood destroys all of the lies
Soon you`ll see past their unmerciful eyes
Look there below...see the child
Trembling by her fathers side
Now I can tell you why
She is why you must die

Let's All Get Down

length: 3:42
Chorus: Repeat 4X

This is how we take
The old from the new
The new to the old
The old from the New

[Greg Nice]
And if you pumpin in the BMZ pump it like this
You whip it in the BMZ pump it like this
You pump it in the Benz pump it like this
You pump it in the AC pump it like this
You pump it in the Jeep just pump it like this
Pump it in the Benz just pump it like this

Greg N I my IQ high like a hat
Ain't nothin wrong with my pockets stayin fat
No static at all, if so get the gack
You can't beat that with a baseball bat
All I wanna do is shine
Make some loot, and sip some wine
Buy me a mansion then recline
Have all the honey dips wine and grine
Its in my nature to be kind
Girlfriend what's your zodiac sign
Greg N-I chillin with my partner in crime
Smooth B
You seen us on MTV
90, 91, 92, 93
Uhn, ahh lala wui wui
Smooth B, uhn if you down with me
Step on the mic, step on the mic
Rock on, shock on, get on, get on
Rock on, rock it to the break of dawn

Chorus

[Smooth B]
Yo, first no one knew that my skill were tight
That I could rock a mic all long and stay right
Man listen, when it come to rhymes I smell them
I got lyrics locked in my cerebellum
In other words brainstem
Like my man Rakim said, I'm better than the rest of them
I'm a tid bit smoother
I bust a rap like a Luger
I'm dreamy like Krueger
Smooth B, real in the flesh
Greg Nice my counterpart keepin the vibe fresh
And we can go on
From night to morn
Rippin the mic and leave the stage torn
Never in a scuffle
Cause i can chill in the Bronx
And still do the Hollywood Shuffle
Take it back to the essence
To the jams in the park, ahh everesence
Felt like yesterday
When I was a shorty b-boy around the way
Cango, nylon, Nike suits and Pumas
I had girls from here to Montezuma
Now things are pretty much the same
But I don't have to rhyme for free and that's the price of fame
I had to learn alot to protect myself
From those that want what I got
Now, I can be the same like a ?pamphlet?
And before they bight, I throw a damn fit
I gotta keep makin papers
I got no time for no corn ball capers
So here's a word from the wise
If you tryin ask me, your in for a big surprise

Chorus

Doin' Our Own Thang

length: 4:29

Do Whatcha Gotta

length: 3:09
Watch out now
Shit you didn't tell homey that and walked on out the joint

(Beatboxing)

Chorus:

We just doin our own thang thang thang
We be doin our own thang thang thang
We just doin our own thang thang thang
(Freaky deaky deaky you don't stop stop)

[Greg Nice]
Put your hand up high high now put em high
(repeat 8X)

Uno dos tres one two three
Its the fly kid Greg N I-C-E
Down with my partner in crime Smooth B
We always 4 deep in the Diamante
Ridin around to boogie down without a care
Stop at the light, the people stop and stare
They say, yo Rick here come the chubby cheek fella
The one who kick the rhymes like a fortune teller
So I went downtown to the P.R Parade
The ?? skins they got it made
Let me touch your wet body, lay it in the shade
And kiss you down there cause I'm not afraid
Now don't go run tellin all yo friends
That yo, Mr. Chubby cheeks ate the skins
Cause if you do, I'll have a flashback and run ant tell the crew
And do what I gotta do
Greg N-I, low key, downlow
Rhymin fast, rhymin slow
Intoxicated from the hydro
No, yo, I didn't say blow
Put your hands up high and act like you know
The funk I be kickin is crit-i-cal

Chorus

[Smooth B]
Time and again, I reflect way back in the day
I used to say
I wanna be a rap star
Drive a big car
People know who we are, by far
It was more to it
Had to run through it, pursue it
Hmm, just do it
A dream came to, but not a fairytale
I can tell you a scary tell, but no on this track
I prefer to keep it pedal to the metal
This beat reminds me of Hansel and Gretel
The kids will love it, they can stunt to it
Adults will adore it, they can smoke a blunt to it
Courtesy of Mark the spark
Beat fiend, he can make beats in the dark
Now this was designed for the nerves in the center
When I was born I was covered in placenta
Cute little nigga, now I've grown bigger
Victorious with vem and vigor
Inventor, stayin on point like a splenter
Design a rhyme like Oscar De La Renta, placenta
Though I'm not a five, I gotta keep it live
So on I strive

Chorus

Old to the New

length: 4:14
Let's go all the way daddy
I mean they gone have to rewrite the mackin book baby
cause I'm gone be the new king
They gone be talkin bout us like they been talkin bout Jesus

Chorus: It's the return of the hip hop freaks
It's the return of the hip hop freaks
It's the return of the hip hop freaks
I wanna do the nasty I wanna make you weak

Greg Nice:

Now five plus five equals ten
Jet black hair, butter soft skin
Chucky said, friends to the end
Walk this way I love that strut
It's alright, uhn shake that butt
Nails filed so neat and petite
Perfume aroma smell so sweet
Some may say, that sex is a sin
I wanna be an a witness ten
Umm baby tell me how I make you feel
Shed some light on your sex appeal
No cock block tonight, tell your girlfrien Jill
Pass the prophylactic and pop the pill
If the food tank stink, than use a Massengill
Peace to Arkill and Cypress Hill
Pop that coochie at your own will

Chorus:

Smooth B:

Don't give me no lip no
We came equip yo
Move to this funky beat like Calypso
Never was a ????
Dipped in the winter, dipped in the summer
Me and Greg Nice got money to make
Bring the rain, snow, hail, earthquake
New York, Brooklyn handle Melida
Met this girly Bita, twin sister name Sherita
When I ate the poom poom, she asked me could I beat her
Not with my fist, but beat her with my peter
Thought to myself, no idea sweeter
Butter complexion, super erection
Couldn't make a move without protection
Now I'm strapped type, ready for flight
Ahhh schooly wahwah

Chorus

Blunts

length: 2:29

Get Fucked Up

length: 2:32
Pass the Sambuc', I want to get ****ed up
Pass the Tanqueray, I want to get ****ed up
Pass the indo, I want to get ****ed up
A get ****ed up, a get ****ed up
Hell pass the Sambuc', I want to get ****ed up (clap your ha-ands)
Pass the Tanqueray, I want to get ****ed up (just clap your ha-ands)
Pass the indo, I want to get ****ed up (everybody, clap your hands)
A get ****ed up, a get ****ed up (put 'em up high and clap your hands)
Hell pass the Sambuc', I want to get ****ed up
(if you in the back back clap your hands)
Pass the Tanqueray, I want to get ****ed up
(people on the side, clap your hands)
Pass the indo, I want to get ****ed up
(people in the middle, clap your hands)
A get ****ed up, a get ****ed up
(people in the front, clap your hands)
Hell pass the Sambuc', I want to get ****ed up
(in the back, clap your hands)
Pass the Tanqueray, I want to get ****ed up
(people on the side, clap your hands)
Pass the indo, I want to get ****ed up
(people in the middle, clap your hands)
A get ****ed up, a get ****ed up
(clap your ha-ands, clap your ha-ands)

[Greg Nice]
You can call me G, you can call me G G
You can call me indo man with the blunt in my hand
Some knuckleheads just can't understand
that I explode, like an ash can
Take command with the mic in my hand
Take a walk, down the block
Who's gettin paid? Who's gettin knocked?
On the down low I got the L in my sock so
buddha heads get ready, HEY
Legal smokers get ready, YO
Buddha heads get ready, YO
Buddha heads get ready, YO

Pass the Sambuc', I want to get ****ed up
Pass the Tanqueray, I want to get ****ed up
Pass the indo, I want to get ****ed up
A get ****ed up, a get ****ed up
Hell pass the Sambuc', I want to get ****ed up
Pass the Tanqueray, I want to get ****ed up
Pass the indo, I want to get ****ed up
A get ****ed up, a get ****ed up

[Smooth Bee]
Yeah, sometimes I like to wear my hair kinky
Diamond ring on my pinkie, smoke the buddha that's stinky
Just coolin out
But if I drink tequila, then I start foolin out
Remember you can catch me at the bar drinkin sex on the beach
so I can slur my speech
Smooth fella for real
And yo, I don't need a razor when I'm splittin the Phil'

Pass the Sambuc', I want to get ****ed up
Pass the Tanqueray, I want to get ****ed up
Pass the indo, I want to get ****ed up
A get ****ed up, a get ****ed up
Hell pass the Sambuc', I want to get ****ed up
Pass the Tanqueray, I want to get ****ed up
Pass the indo, I want to get ****ed up
A get ****ed up, a get ****ed up

Save the Children

length: 3:02
f/ Everlast

Save the children.. save the children.. {*echoes*
Save the children.. save the children.. {*echoes*
Save the children.. save the children.. {*echoes*
Save the children.. save the children.. {*echoes*

[Everlast]
It's the ill funk freaker, comin out your speaker
Run and take a leak-ah, stay and yo Eureka
Like a 49er, no one can rock finer
The funky one liner, fuck a one-timer
From South Carolina all the way to Vancouver
Don't make a move or I'ma buck your ass down
I don't fuck around cause I'm the crazy white peckerwood cracker
You might catch a smack or
maybe catch a bullet, cause I'm known to pull it
And I'm known to use it, I got patience punk don't abuse it
You choose it, cause you wanna hear it
Tried to bite the style but you can't come near it, fear it
Run for the hills get off the dillz split the mills
My name's Everlast, I wipe my ass with hundred dollar bills
I get cheap thrills, from stickin fly models
I tap forty bottles, a sucker duck waddles
My man Jorge said, walk like a fuckin duck
My name's Everlast cause I don't give a fuck

[Smooth Bee]
Me neither, my name is Smooth Bee
And motherfuckers always tryin to make me prove the
fact that I can't be touched
No way, no such
How much will it take, will I break or bust?
Will I stale or rust? Will I create dope shit, yeah that's a must
You know my credential
And rippin on the mic is life's bare essential
Now this shit here will make your hands clap
toes tap, universal soul slap
In your area, is it scarin ya? It shouldn't
We just makin moves that others couldn't
For whatever reason
You know we comin fully equipped to rip shop in any season
Greg Nice, by the count of three (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Three two one, one two three (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Get on the mic, let me hear you MC

[Greg Nice]
Yo it ache my nerves when a sucker MC
wanna bite the style, it's juvenile
They don't understand I'm the +Jewel of the Nile+
By the right or the write of penpal
No problem at all, I got dough
And don't ask me who rip the show
You know my pedigree, you know my logo
I'm on a mission like Pete(?) and So So
Tap your heels, like Dorothy and Toto
The blunt just rush to my head
And don't be misled by the word I said
Yo I gotta have it, just like Ned
Pullin more switches than my man ConEd
Pullin more switches than my man ConEd.. {*echoes*

Cheri

length: 5:59
[Smooth Bee - talking]
Hey wassup boo? It's me Smooth
Now I've never really been one for
writin letters and all like that y'know
but I just gotta find some way to, convey my feelings to you y'know?
Girl I miss you so much, I can't get you off my mind y'know?
Pssh, I can't wait to see you, y'know?
You're still in my heart
(Cheri) Keepin me up all night, yknahmsayin?
(I've been thinkin about you) The crew think I'm layin it out
(I think about you baby) Everything is real
(I can't wait to get close to you)
I'm serious (honey) I can't wait to see you girl
(Cheri) 'Fore you know it I'll be there
(I've been thinkin about you) for three days, yeah
(I can't wait to get close to you, honey)

[Smooth Bee - singing]
Dear Cheri
I'm writin this to let you know
That it's been a long time
Ohhh, such a long time, yeah yeah
Hello sugar, I can't wait to just hold you tight
Tight in my arms, babe
Wrapped in my arms, baby (c'mon)
You see I'm countin down the days to see your pretty face, and ohhh
Now the time has come
And Cheri I can't wait

(Cheri, I've been thinkin about you) Thinkin about you
(I can't wait to get close to you, honey) Honey
(Cheri, I've been thinkin about you) Thinkin about you
(I can't wait to get close to you, honey) Ooh yeah yeah

Ohh sugar
Time and time again, I've been weary and weak for ya
Weary and weak for ya
Thoughts of you and only you, remain in my mind Cheri
All in my mind Cheri, Cherrrriiii, heyyy
And girl the last few days seem far away, and ohhhh
I can't stand it, ohh Cheri Cheri I can't wait

(Cheri, I've been thinkin about you) Thinkin about you babe
(I can't wait to get close to you, honey) Honey
(Cheri, I've been thinkin about you) Thinkin about you baby
(I can't wait to get close to you, honey) Honeyyyy
(Cheri, I've been thinkin about you) Thinkin about you ba-bay
(I can't wait to get close to you, honey) Ohhh yeh babe

[unknown speaker]
Listen here girlfriend, you know it's been a long time
But daddy is, on his way home girl
I want you to, put on that neglige, y'know the one I like
And sit tight, sit tight all night
Cause daddy is on his way home baby
Daddy is on his way home

[Smooth Bee - singing]
I can't help but think about ya
Said I need you in my arms
(Cheri, I've been thinkin about you) Said I need you in my arms
Ahhhhhhhhh-ohhhhhh
(I can't wait to get close to you, honey)

[unknown speaker]
Everything is gon' be, nice, soon

(Cheri, you know I've been thinkin about you)
(And I can't wait to get close to you, honey)

[unkown speaker]
Another Soul Convention, production

(Cheri, you know I've been thinkin about you)
(And I can't wait to get close to you, honey)
(Cheri, you know I've been thinkin about you)
(And I can't wait to get close to you, honey)
(Cheri, you know I've been thinkin about you)
(And I can't wait to get close to you, honey)
(Cheri, you know I've been thinkin about you)
(And I can't wait to get close to you, honey)
(Cheri, you know I've been thinkin about you)
(And I can't wait to get close to you, honey)
(Cheri, you know I've been thinkin about you)
(And I can't wait to get close to you, honey)
(Cheri, you know I've been thinkin about you)
(And I can't wait to get close to you, honey)

No Bones (remix)

length: 2:59