[Grand Puba]
One one
Two..two, one two
Yeah..
[Verse 1]
Right now, Grand Puba `bout to blow this mic out
Got`cha movin like roaches with the lights out
Finger-lickin like chicken in a dyke`s house
Don`t stop, get it poppin like Redenbacher
Move more feet than Koreans in a nail shop
Keep it ghetto like Bodega`s after twelve o`clock
Shorty shakin like a chick up in the booty spot
That`s what`s up, can`t you smell what the Pub-ah cookin
Got a girl with a wife on his side and still lookin
You know my style is +Always+ like Coca-Cola
I flip out like Skytel-Motorola
In two-thou, my new Benz is ridin solar
And my seed got a V8 in the stroller
You know the 4-1-1, see it`s time to make the paper pile
Ain`t no need to act funny style
[Hook]
Ain`t no need to stop (Uh)
Puba `bout to drop (Yeah)
Get that ass (What?) Out on that floor (Uh-huh)
Know we keep it hot (Yeah)
Give it all ya got (Uh)
Move it up and down like a Chevy 6-4 (Yeah)
You know how it`s going down
Grand Puba is back in town
Baby ain`t no time to climb
Go up and down and up and down
[Verse 2]
Now you may ask yourself who the hell I be
Some consider me, a legend emcee
Who never wear platinum or wore less gold
I been makin y`all move since I was nineteen years old
Listen I`ve been ballin in this game a long time
Been through more counties than the Greyhound line
Grand Puba, Brand Nub` affiliate
Twelfth birthday I got my first Big Willy pit
Mad love for the game ever since I was a youth
Used to set up my equipment on the project roof
Two turntables, microphone, and some vinyls
Now I bounce through town in a smoked out rider
Let`s get it crackin if ya know how it`s goin down
Don`t stop, get it get it, shake ya body to the ground
Grand Puba gettin all up in that skull
Shine so hard I make ice look dull
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Grand Puba still settin new trends (Mm-hmm)
Still runnin with the Nubians (Mm-hmm)
Still in the Range when I`m not in the Benz (Mm-hmm)
You don`t know, ya better ask your friends (Mm-hmm)
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Buy a mansion next door to the Beck`s in Bel-Air
and chip paper like he don`t care
Buy all the shit that you want and need
In the Y2K I`m like the gameshow Greed
[Hook]
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