Yeah, bleep bleep bleep
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Hey yo this is how we gonna hit it off...
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Chorus:
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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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Chorus
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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
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2000
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Grand Puba |