Who Makes The Loot? (bonus Track) Lyrics - Grand Puba

Who makes the loot? Grand Puba 

Who makes the loot? 

Who makes the loot? Grand Puba 

Well, who makes the loot? Bust it 

Goodness grief, let me lighten up the brief 

Honies spell Grand Puba when they wanna spell relief 

Who is the man, more than a hundred grand? 

Give a pound to a friend, put a tool to a clown 

Damn, bang, bang, bang, Jimmy Coco Puff 

Who is the one who gives you nuff? 

Don't answer, here comes the flavor 

And you wanna ask what Grand Puba gave ya? 

Some dope shit, some real live shit 

Puba is the one who's givin' fits 

A new style, new style, are you ready for this type? 

Now, I rock hip, everybody's rockin' hype 

On the very down low you might see me at a show 

If the show ain't for dough then you won't see the bro 

The Grand man, just as usual 

But let me slow down 'cause I know I'm confusin' y'all 

Grand Puba, Grand Puba 

Grand Puba, Grand Puba 

Grand Puba, Grand Puba 

Grand Puba 

Bust it we gon' move on like this, I once caught a bid 

I never hit skid, never date a girl if the girl 

Got a kid, nah, poppa's got a brand new bag 

And I never hit skins once they sag 

Guy says groovy, you like to see a movie? 

Stick it in easy, it comes back greasy 

First to tell you slow down 

But be the second to take you uptown 

I won't fall or fumble, trip stagger or stumble 

Not a soft sucker but I still come humble 

The next candidate, who holds all the weight 

It ain't him or him, you better get the story straight 

Ron Stud is my D. J. makes the girl feel like it's foreplay 

Comin' like a bull, so you better yell, "Ole" 

Here is the one, I shine like the sun 

You get too close, you might get done 

Yeah, funky 

Ain't nuttin' but funky, it's just funky 

Aiyyo, check this out 

The right type of hype 

This how we gon' move it for the 90's and the year 2000 

Check it out, do the knowledge, this ain't no loop 

This is some real live funky, funky get down on the get down 

And I'm flowin' to this type of hype 

The bass player's real, the drummer's real 

The bass player's real, and the drummer's real 

Word is bond 

We got the guitars, everythin' is live 

Knahmsayin'? 

Year 2000, it ain't just a simple loop, so don't get souped 

As we hit it with the brand new heavies 

Yeah