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Yeah, bleep bleep bleep |
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Hey yo this is how we gonna hit it off... |
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So drop the Kronkite nigga (2000) |
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Check out how we flip shit for (2000) |
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Stud Doogie runnin' shit for (2000) |
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Grand Puba flippin' shit for (2000) |
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Here comes the brotha from the future |
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Man, I got what suits ya |
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Fake mc's go away and let your label prostitute ya |
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Give me my space and let the swinger swing |
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Nigga don't you know that Jane can't even stop this crazy thang |
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I like to boast cause i'm the host with the most |
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Bag a few honeys and i'm... (Space Ghost!!!) |
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I got niggas head-bobbin' with no problem |
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I kick 31 flavors so call me Basket Robbins, uhh |
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I gets down cause i travel like sound |
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Grand Puba's so fast they got my picture on a Greyhound |
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Here goes the tizm, get ya lifted like izm |
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If these devils ain't got my money then i got some off the prison |
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So honey here's more than a rent |
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For dollars and sense, see i leave shit bent |
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So don't even come with that 69, hon |
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Cause i told ya last time, 68 and i owe ya one |
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Back up and let Puba do his thing, |
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Cause a nigga wanna krib like Eddie Murphy had a boomerang |
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So butt niggas get the steppin' |
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I gets to the root like beer |
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Lyrics flow like an automatic weapon |
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You can't see this or much greater, |
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Rough like Terminator, sendin' niggas down like elevators |
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So like Beavis and Butthead...(he he he he) |
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Go away like 94, we drop the Kronkite nigga |
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No shame in the game I puts the pedal to the metal |
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Be a father to my son, ask the Bulldogs and pedal (?) |
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Puba gots that shit that hits in every ghetto |
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Straight from New York, L.A. to ____ |
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Honey, there's no need to hunt |
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Whatever you want, just make sure when you come you bring a blunt |
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This is for the year 2-circle-circle-circle |
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Niggas lookin' stupid like their spotted and they urkel |
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Did i say that? |
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Doogie hits the scratch |
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Niggas can't match, baggin' bootys by the batch |
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That's how we do at a theatre near you |
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Do the show, bag the doe and disappear like the zoo |
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Then i hit home, to rest my dome |
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Unplug the phone and put a joint on the bone |
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I kick the style longtime ya know |
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Niggas can't see this, so you know how that shit goes |
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Nigga it's gonna take a miracle |
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Call me a cab so i can ___ away and catch your hi-di-hi-di-ho |
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Fuck that, my style's all that and a bag of snacks |
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Ran through Jersey and the pussycat |
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I'm the Scooby with the Doo |
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I like my philly with the brew |
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All ya'll niggas talkin' shit about Puba, fuck you... |
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Ya know what you can do? |
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You can lick the twins when i pull 'em outta skins |
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And i put 'em in your face, you can tell me how it tastes |
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Cause its the Kronkite, nigga |
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[Chorus] |
