360 Degrees Lyrics - Singles - Grand Puba

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

There's just one thing I wanna say 

The reel, to reel, to reel, to reel, yo 

There's just one thing I wanna say 

Copy, copy, copy, copy, copy 

There's just one thing I wanna say 

We gonna hit it down like this, y'all know the flav 

There's just one thing I wanna say 

Uhh, Alamo, is you wit me? 

What goes around comes back around again 

Stud Doogie, is you wit me? 

What goes around comes back around again 

S.O.S., is you wit me? 

What goes around comes back around again 

Yo this how we gon' bust it down, yo you know the flavor 

What goes around comes back around again 

You know what time is it, check it yo, this how we flow 

Here comes the Puba and you know I won't fake it 

Usually bust records on gettin' butt naked 

Made for the Benzi, drive a nigga skins he 

Pump the tape, grab your dick, get with the Puba frenzy 

C'mon honey sing, don't you, try to eject 

Slow down's what you say, once my joint gets erect 

Some try to copy but they just can't sketch it 

Some try to follow but they just can't catch it 

With the boom, boom tap, yeah alla dat 

Huh, I'm livin' fat, me fall off, there'll be none of that 

See who's the one to flip it? Quick to tell a nigga to zip it 

Stud drink the 40 'cause we ain't got time to sip it 

Grand Puba got body 

Kick some of them, some of those and some yardies 

As dope as they come, suckers sing or hum 

Don't try to step to this, you know your shit is slum 

First batter up well here's the pitch, it's a curve 

Second batter up because the first got served 

The one who arouse, as I browse for a blouse 

Kick styles by the piles, as I leave a trail for miles 

Skins when I please, hit from here to Tel Aviv 

I'm gettin' G's, no more time for the line of free cheese 

Here's the four one one hon, the one who gets the job done 

I know you know the flavor of the Puba 

What goes around comes back around again 

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) 

(Na-nah, nah, nah nah, this how we bump it yo) 

What goes around comes back around again 

(Yaknahmsayin'? Big Jeff in the house, we gon' move it like this) 

What goes around comes back around again 

(Ha hah, Baby Pop, Baby Pop in the house) 

(Bust how we bust it down) 

What goes around comes back around again 

(Y'all you know the flavor) 

(Sincere Allah, check, check, check, check) 

Okay, okay, okay, what more could I say? 

Alamo get the boom and parlay, parlay 

I'm far from the average, civilize the savage 

When I'm low on protein I'm with the bean soup and cabbage 

Skins on the diet, kick the flavor, 'cause a riot 

Do a show and get the dough and then I'm off to the Hyatt 

So tie me on the spliff, ain't no and's or if 

And if you really wanna riff you just might end up playin' stiff 

Girbauds hangin' baggy, Hilfiger on the top 

Knapsack on the back, that's just my flavor Hobbes 

As my man gives a zigga, zigga, watchin' three grow bigga, bigga 

To Pos K, that's my nigga 

Here goes the wreck, whaddayou expect? 

If you wanna see some wreck, send cash, not a check 

Grand Puba, more than a public figure 

Quick to kick the bone up the butt of a golddigger 

Now Tic-Tac-Toe means I hit three in a row 

If I do a show then you better have my dough 

Low, low, well, how low can you go? 

Call on Grand Puba if you really need a pro 

'Cause my shit's more rugged than G.I. Joe 

Don't front honey, act like you know 

Now big up to my Brooklyn mob 

(Brooklyn, Brooklyn) 

Big up to my Uptown mob 

(Uptown, Uptown) 

Now brothers wanna diss me 'cause it's my turn to burn 

My best advice for the brothers is to sit back and learn 

I don't diss nobody to be somebody 

I just like to kick the flavor to make the people party 

See all I'm sayin', is respect due 

Those who tried to follow, sorry I left you 

Grand Puba, Stud Doogie and Alamo 

So if you ever want the flavor you know where to go 

Now how we go, yeah, ha ha ha 

The reel to reel, yeah yeah yeah, this is how we move it 

You know the flavor, y'all know the flavor, you know the flavor 

Here we go yo, and you don't stop 

(Big up to all the people) 

Big up, big up 

Big Jeff hold tight, ha hah, ha hah 

On and on y'all 

Time to get gone 

Word is bond