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zuò cí : Dajani, Dixon, Gamble, Ross |
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Here we go. . . " Okay everybody. . . " " Step up to this" " Sing my song" " Step up to this" " Sing my song" " Step up to this" " Sing my song" " Step up to this" |
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Yo Stud, bust it. . . |
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Step to the rear, |
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Grand Pu is on arrival. |
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Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival. |
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Runnin' round town givin' all the girls |
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Puba snacks, |
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I wouldn' t try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac. |
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Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic rehearse, ya know. |
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Smooth as |
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Jermaine, so honey don' t take it personal. |
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There' s no need to try to diss the swinger, baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger. |
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The bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid, you try to step to this? |
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It' s void! |
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A new hit from the |
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Grand Man, with nights like the |
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Sandman, gain for awake in case |
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I gotta stomp a head out. |
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Busted is a trick that' s not up my sleeve, it' s possessed with finesse, and it works when |
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I breathe. |
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Paid in the shade with an |
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A, that' s the grade, with the papes that |
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I made from this trade. |
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So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips if you wanna cash in on the wins. |
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Grand Puba and |
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I love to hit skins. . . " And you know what? " " I' ve got a song to sing" " Oh bay-bay! " " I' ve got a song to sing" " Here we go" " I' ve got a song to sing" " Oh bay-bay! " " I' ve got a song to sing". . . |
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Follow me now. " Okay everybody" 6x |
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Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler. |
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She don' t know me, |
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Money Grip, you better school ' er. |
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Before I have to play her is a foul way, and catch a quick short stay at the |
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Holiday. Now forecast as |
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I won' t be playin' soccer with the dreads. |
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Ballin' s my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed. |
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From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise, even bunk beds, |
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I know how to work the leg. |
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If Pu ain' t the answer, then you must be sick as cancer, smooth romancer, let it ring, |
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I' ll probably answer. |
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So come take a dip with your private dancer. |
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Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty. |
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But I' m looooong. . . |
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I' m like Stretch |
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Armstrong, |
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I go, on and on and on and on. |
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Never in a scandal and |
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I' m never caught schemin'. |
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Knew Pu was dope ever since |
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I was semen. |
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Swimmin' in my daddy' s big nuts. . . but now |
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I' m scoopin' girls with the big ole butts. |
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Arise to respond for the |
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Max-well, ask well, hell, it don' t even matter. |
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Puba ain' t game for the shit chit-chatter. " Puba' s in town, oh shit, let' s scatter. " |
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You can hide that ass, but it just don' t matter. |
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The 90s is here, |
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Pu is on a mash-out. |
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Huns that |
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I' ve done always seem to pass out. |
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But hon wake that ass up, this ain' t the place to crash out. |
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You try to play me? |
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I have to throw that ass out. |
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Foes and hoes, good riddance. |
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Cuz when Pu comes out, there' ll be no skiddin'. |
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I' ll slide upstairs and see |
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Chuck at the chop shop, |
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Tell ' im fade the size, let a wolf on top. ? |
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Reel and reel and soul to soul. |
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Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe. |
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It really doesn' t make a diff, |
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I' m not the type to riff, |
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I might smoke a spliff, but |
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I won' t sniff. |
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And ya don' t stop. . . " Okay everybody". . . now |
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I' m-a end it like this: |
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I' m like Superfly |
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Snuka, know how to hook a hooker, caught her on looker, know where |
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I took her, to the short stay, around my way, and like |
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Monie say, " it was the perfect way". |
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I caught a verse from the |
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Christian, and it goes " Praise the Lord" |
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Skins lined up on a wharf for when |
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I' m bored. |
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From Na-ru, |
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I' m in the right mood, and if you like the way that this flows, well that' s cool. |
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See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'. |
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If you try to bite, then you' re cruisin' for a bruisin'. |
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Back up, sonny, and let me make my money, then |
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I' m straight, |
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I got a date at 8. |
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So see you brothers later, time to motivate. |
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Yeah, now bust it. . . |
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I' d like to give a shout to my |
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Brand Nubian brothers, |
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Lord Jamar, |
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God Allah, |
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Derrick X on the flex, and |
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Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the |
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SD50s who pumped this. |
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And I' m-a say, yo, peace. . . |