2000 Lyrics - Singles - Grand Puba

Yeah, bleep bleep bleep 

Hey yo this is how we gonna hit it off... 

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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 

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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 y'all 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 it's the kronkite, nigga 

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