Intro:
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Yeah
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Ladies and gentlemen, I've found him
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I want you to meet the baddest motherfucker (right on, right on, right on)
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Who is it?
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Well its Grand Puba honey
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With my man snug doogie love
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Droppin' 2000, dig the way this go down
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Check it
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Verse 1:
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I hit a flow all dipped in lotion
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Sit back and sip moe as I'm countin' my doe
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Grand Puba macks well, Doogie, comin' with the New York
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We keep it real like jail when we might talk
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Honies know 'cause when I'm in the set
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Grand Puba is the one who makes they stink box wet
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So let me tell ya somethin' lady
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When ya flow this flow then its all cream and baby
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I made this one for the brothers in the party
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To find a hottie
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And dance body to body
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Step one: first you grab honey by the waist
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Step two: then you move at a ghetto pace
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Step three: then ya look her dead in the face
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Step four: now its time to leave this place
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Hold up, be careful of the cheesa's
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The teasa's, the one who wants the money and the visa's
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I'ma tell honies straight off the bat
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But please don't even go there with that, Dig it
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This ones designed to make your spine in your back wind
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Grand Puba lights it up for you every time
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Chorus:
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Ooooh, yeah I like it
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And ya say New York City (I like it)
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Ooooh, yeah I like it
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And ya and ya say New York City (I like it)
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Ooooh, yeah I like it
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And ya say New York City (I like it)
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Ooooh yeah I lke it
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And ya say ( I like it)
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Verse 2:
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Could it be I've stayed away too long
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Seems MC's be wishing I was gone
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Because they wanna be where I are
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But ya can't get that far
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So stop wishing on a star
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Its only one Grand P, so honey do what you did on the night you creeped with
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me
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Its no doubt I come real with that
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The butter track
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The one that makes the honeis hit the bed mat
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Im energetic, poetic, athletic, with good credit
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So just move like I'm simon and I said it
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Ya see my flow is just a step ahead
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I'm still wicked in a bed because I'm down right nasty like newlyweds
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So back up and let me breathe, 'cause when it comes to gettin' down
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I'm gettin' looser than a crackheads hair weave
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And I, bet ya my dolly, while ya never find another style like this
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If ya search a million miles
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So why'n cha let Puba ingnite your party
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I hit a flow liike Al Jarrow
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But I've been doin' this for years
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I'm leavin' MC's in tears,tears; dig it
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Cause they fallin' just like the rain
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Grand Puba's too much for the brain
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Now gold diggers who try to get it
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I left 'em backwardds, they thought they farted when they shitted
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Cause Puba's everything, and everything is Pu
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Cause I hit'em with the (one), and then with the (two)
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Yeah, 'cause that's just how Grand Pu and Sadat doogie do
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Ya didn't know I was the bomb baby
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Somebody should've told you, somebody should have told you
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Chorus:
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Ooooh, yeah I like it (I like it)
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Ooooh, yeah I like it (I like it)
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And ya say New York City
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Ooooh, yeah I like it (no doubt)
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And ya say New York City
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Ooooh, yeah I like it
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Ha ha, and ya say
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'Cause we get down for ours we get down no doubt
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Down for ours we get down no doubt
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Down for ours we get down no doubt
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Down for ours we get down
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Cause we get down for ours we get down no doubt
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Down for ours we get down no doubt
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Down for ours we get down no doubt
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Ninety-five flav, and I'm out
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(Oooh, yeah I like it)
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(Oooh, yeah. . . . . I like it)
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I Like It (I Wanna Be Where You Are)
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Grand Puba |