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Текст (слова) песни: Grand Puba - What`s Up Wit It

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grand Puba, yeah

[Hook]
It`s you and me (Get up)
Right now (Get up) on the floor (Get off)
Doin` things (Get up) what`s up wit it
What`s up wit it, what`s up wit it
It`s you and me (Get up)
Right now (Get up) on the floor (Get off)
Doin` things (Get up) what`s up wit it
What`s up wit it, what`s up wit it

[Grand Puba]
As I do it like this I be some where on the top of the list
Makin` classic joints way before "The Source" exists
No ice, maybe just a lil` bit on the wrist
And doin` this since Hot 97 was crisp
Now birds wanna press but I ain`t with all that
Do y athing, ma no hatin` I just did all that
It`s all good, a nigga been bouncin` hot shit through the hood
When only two or three cars came with wood
A legend MC
Never got rotation on MTV
That don`t bother me, got mad love for BET
You can bet cha` last dub
Every time that I drop I get l-u-v
So get up, ain`t no need to play the seat now
Put em` cause ya know we bring the heat now
No time to waste cause horsin` be coursin`
Watch me scramble words like they be chicken abortions

[Hook]

[???]
Yo, I`m from a place where niggas pack rhymes like a loaded nine
We self-exploit signs and explode in your corroded mind
I zone the line, I cross it
Ya got the strong arm, enforce it I dare ya
Like these crooked as jakes, niggas compared to snakes
First mistake thinkin` I bluff then I get irrate
Ya best make side stakes, thinkin` I`ma fall
Y`all do this just for love, y`all niggas got some gall
I`m the answer on the mic like A.I. on the ball
If you talkin` money I`m part of that conversation
If you talkin` funny, plannin` ya expiration
And I ain`t even hak on niggas, it`s just the truth
I rock with a crooked tooth
My bedroom`s the mic booth
I`m 80 percent proof, 20 percent show
50-50 on the dough, 50 percent chance ya live
If ya ain`t got 50 percent to show

[Hook]

[Sadat X]
I think I just found the sound that we was lookin` for
It`s what I have to go downtown to the booking for
My four eyes could`ve saw right through her thighs
Intertwined bodies, I don`t really play the party
These fraudulent niggas handshake me to death
The industry types try to mop up what`s left
By the code of my dead ancestor`s, no doubt
All four wheels, so we can be out
I drink the mean green six pack
And keep police back at bay
Work or play, I stay a beast
She bitin` on my ear, telling me to release
I`m for this winner`s side
Straight rims and Chucka Tims
Black leather, black all weather skullies
And 20`s of dro, I`d thought I`d let you know
That I`m a be here till the black wax melt
I`m felt like the Garden fight
On my arm is something tight

[Hook]

 

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