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Текст (слова) песни: Grand Puba - 2000

Yeah, bleep bleep bleep
Hey yo this is how we gonna hit it off...

Chorus:

So drop the Kronkite nigga (2000)
Check out how we flip shit for (2000)
Stud Doogie runnin` shit for (2000)
Grand Puba flippin` shit for (2000)

Here comes the brotha from the future
Man, I got what suits ya
Fake mc`s go away and let your label prostitute ya
Give me my space and let the swinger swing
Nigga don`t you know that Jane can`t even stop this crazy thang
I like to boast cause i`m the host with the most
Bag a few honeys and i`m... (Space Ghost!!!)
I got niggas head-bobbin` with no problem
I kick 31 flavors so call me Basket Robbins, uhh
I gets down cause i travel like sound
Grand Puba`s so fast they got my picture on a Greyhound
Here goes the tizm, get ya lifted like izm
If these devils ain`t got my money then i got some off the prison
So honey here`s more than a rent
For dollars and sense, see i leave shit bent
So don`t even come with that 69, hon
cause i told ya last time, 68 and i owe ya one
back up and let Puba do his thing,
cause a nigga wanna krib like Eddie Murphy had a boomerang
So butt niggas get the steppin`
I gets to the root like beer
Lyrics flow like an automatic weapon
You can`t see this or much greater,
rough like Terminator, sendin` niggas down like elevators
So like Beavis and Butthead...(he he he he)
Go away like 94, we drop the Kronkite nigga

Chorus

No shame in the game I puts the pedal to the metal
Be a father to my son, ask the Bulldogs and pedal (?)
Puba gots that shit that hits in every ghetto
Straight from New York, L.A. to ____
Honey, there`s no need to hunt
Whatever you want, just make sure when you come you bring a blunt
This is for the year 2-circle-circle-circle
Niggas lookin` stupid like their spotted and they urkel
Did i say that?
Doogie hits the scratch
Niggas can`t match, baggin` bootys by the batch
That`s how we do at a theatre near you
Do the show, bag the doe and disappear like the zoo
Then i hit home, to rest my dome
Unplug the phone and put a joint on the bone
I kick the style longtime ya know
Niggas can`t see this, so you know how that shit goes
Nigga it`s gonna take a miracle
Call me a cab so i can ___ away and catch your hi-di-hi-di-ho
Fuck that, my style`s all that and a bag of snacks
Ran through Jersey and the pussycat
I`m the Scooby with the Doo
I like my philly with the brew
All ya`ll niggas talkin` shit about Puba, fuck you...
Ya know what you can do?
You can lick the twins when i pull `em outta skins
And i put `em in your face, you can tell me how it tastes
Cause its the Kronkite, nigga

Chorus

 

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