"Check it out ch'all and you don't stop. Keep on and you don't stop" (x4)
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Verse 1:
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I knew from jump that my shit was gonna hit
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Cause I spoke to Dione Warick and she put me on some psychic shit
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She said becareful cause these girls be throwin' block
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I said D don't even worry I sweat no girl for they stank box
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I like drinkin' honey hit me a 5-1-6
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Girl:
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What's a 5-1-6?
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Puba:
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Long Island you dumb bitch
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When it comes to this my style flows Free like Willy
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Watch me grab the cream like them Beverly Hill Billy
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I know you're happy with the shit you just bought
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It's the greatest return since Jordan hit the court
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Because my style changes frequently
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See I been shit talkin' mics since the days of delenquency
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Now I'm still the same low down gold teeth and Gortex
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And on occassion with the ruff sex
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Stud Doogie heats it up like a flannel
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Cause he's smooth as wall panel
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Hits the one and two like a freebee channel
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I have no time for bullshitters I get bad honies jitters
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As I walk be all the chickenhead critters
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I got more funk then En Vogue got junk in they trunk
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My flow hits ya like a filty piece of skunk
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So Alley get the scomma fromt he dodge spot
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Put it in the L and get high like an astronaut
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Hook
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Verse 2:
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Now see they call me Mr. Mingo
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Got a girl but I'm still single
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Honies scream my name (PUBA) like they just won bingo
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I take 'em out for a dinner or a show but you know how the rest go
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Hey man no doe
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You know the type you go out a few nights they sweat your pockets tight
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Cause they rock they're rockers right
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Go away little girl you gets nothing
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But here take a Bufferin to ease your pain and sufferin'
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Cause I'm so aware of too many things
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I know what I know if ya know what I mean
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Come clean because I'm a fiend for a beat and a theme
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Comin' strong like Hakeem and it ain't a dream
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Now is it me or is this hittin' like Tyson?
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Like a plate of beans and rice I be a needy winds on ice and
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Grand Puba, Stud Doogie on the nights I bag the dumb we hit a nut
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And then we back up in her guts
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See I get down and dirty like an arceologist
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I get deep into your mind like a psycologist
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I hit brothers in the head with the real
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Bag honies like a charm cause Grand Puba is the bomb
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So come on baby there's no need to play dumber
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Or I be comin' around your nostrals when I cum
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So check it out now...
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Hook
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Keep On
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Grand Puba |