Lickshot Lyrics - Singles - Grand Puba

Alright y'all 

I want y'all to put your hands together 

And to bring on a brother 

That's bound to lay more dips in your hips 

More gliiiiide in your stride 

And if you don't dig what's next 

You got the wrong damn address 

He's coming, he's coming, he's coming 

He's coming, he's coming, he's coming 

He's coming, he's coming, he's coming 

He's coming, he's coming, he's coming 

He's coming, he's coming, he's coming 

He's coming, he's coming, he's coming 

He's coming, he's coming, he's coming 

He's coming, he's coming, he's coming 

Bo! Lickshot for the blood claat 

Talkin that what not, Puba come and hit on the right spot 

Rhyme teller for the ladies and the fellas 

And I only kick the flavor for my fellow ghetto dwellers 

No rock'n'roll, it's just soul 

Ain't nuttin changed, I still like to hit the hole 

With my pole, smoke a stog' and then I roll 

And when my corn hurts I wear a Dr. Scholl 

I make beats, then I hit sheets 

Then I build with the Gods to get the addicts off the nod 

Grand Puba, and I drop a album yearly 

And I'm very nearly really come to droppin shit like daily 

My knowledge is bond, so you brothers better move on 

You brought your wack style, come play the horn 

Grand Puba Maxwell, not on the Hollywood tip 

Here comes a brother more than, 2 Legit to Quit 

I'm not sleazy but I like it nice and easy 

Ain't nuttin changed, I still wear my hair peasy 

I like to dig it, that's how we done done dug it 

I tend to work for all the ones who like to wig it 

I got a story I want to tell you, I like to tell it like it is 

Second time around 

Check, I get boom service just like room service 

And when I jump upon a stage I'm not a bit nervous 

I kick the reel to rell, I never been to jail 

Oops maybe one time but I had a good time 

I keep my pants saggin, I'm never lolligaggin 

Niggaz try to copy this they on the bandwagon 

I shake my thing I do I pull a hamstring and then I call a old fling 

Gotta Spike her and tell her, Do the Right Thing 

Ron Studda do the rap, Alamo'll do the overdub 

'Fore we hit these 40's G, we gotta get some grub 

Grand Puba, Let me take a breather 

Get you hot like a fever, you'll be slammin even 

So don't bother, it's the new Godfather 

Tell your godson that Grand Puba is the one 

Way back in, history, the Prodigal Son 

Was a, wealthy man 

Way back in, history, the Prodigal Son 

Was a, wealthy man 

Sing it baby, ha ha ha, bust it 

No more skid row, can't get a show 

Time to kick a new flow, and make the dough y'know? 

I'm a Pisces I like to drink iced teas 

I'm a Reese's with all the pieces 

Or the Alomnd with the Joy, ten years from a boy 

When I work out Puba go see Roy's 

Next to thirty three, where Stud lives 

You won't catch the Puba doin nothin negative 

Now honey don't like me cause I won't dance like Hammer 

Honey ask Hammer, can he speak Puba's grammar? 

I can shake a leg if I want to, but I don't want to 

Cause that's what my dancers do 

Now I give the next man his props 

But when it comes to micraphones, c'mon, give me mine Hobbes 

I won't diss the next brother to be great that's not my trade 

But every brother, ain't a brother, word to the mother 

Or praises to the father, you wanna try to see this 

Don't even bother 

Grand Puba, for those who came late 

You try to step to this, then I'll end up-state 

Word is bond, let's move on and on and on 

Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go 

Big up to my Now Rule brothers 

All the cool ones, not the fool ones 

And we gon' move it like this for the year ninety-two 

Big up to my man, Positive K 

Big up to my cousin Jeff 

And allatha and allathat 

This is how we gon' move this yo, word is bond 

S.D., in the house 

Definitely pumpin the shit like this 

And this is how we gon' do it yo 

Knowledge Knowledge 

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