Ya Know How It Goes Lyrics - Grand Puba

Yo Doogie let's hit this off yo 

Aiyyo check this 

Yo Rob Sutton hit the button 

Ha, yeah! 

You know what time is it 

You know what time is it 

You know what time is it 

Check it, check it, check it out, yo 

I beg your pardon who's the one with the roughness? 

Super extra toughness, Grand Puba 

See I'm the chosen, I keep the snakes frozen 

Check out how I blows in, girl it feels good when it goes in 

Here's the situation, supreme motivation 

Helps me get the loot and then I knock the boots 

I jump high like Jordan, flash like Gordon 

'Bos, Girbauds and shorts is probably what I'm sportin' 

Fuck what you heard, this is what you need to hear 

It's the same as last year, so step to the rear 

'Cause when I was a shorty couldn't wait to drink my first 40 

Find an ex-shorty in the hallway and get naughty 

Jump on the elevator, hit the lights out 

My mom's was a yardie so my pop's kept a stout 

Ooh a young boy tipsy, that's without a doubt 

It wasn't hard to tell what the Puba was about 

Love the ladies lovely used to do it on my knees 

Certain honey got a problem, go see Puba he can ease ya 

Here I am and here I stand 

Honey all that good shit tell me, who's the man? 

From, here to Bangkok, I sign my John Hancock 

On the contract, it's like 1-2-3 contact 

Kick shit on the really 'cause I do it on the daily 

Straight to the hole like my man Malik Seally 

I hit stunts, on occasion smoke blunts 

My mom's don't like me 'cause I wear gold fronts 

If honey wants to flam it's no thing to me at all 

Alamo and Stud Doogie, it's time to have a ball 

I'm a go-getter, and I'm out to go-get 

If you're makin' movies, cancel that shit 

You're still makin' movies? Man, get your cordercam 

Oops, camcorder, but shit you know the order 

Couldn't get no skins, until you got a Benz 

Didn't have no friends 'til you started makin' ends 

I see it daily, weekly monthly yearly 

Think you got it goin' on? Really 

I never sold gems to the bums in the slums 

Only robbed devils, made a few number runs 

Brothers round my way they like to blabber at the gums 

Just jealous 'cause I got it by the tons 

Twenty fifty hundred is how I count my bills 

Then I take it slow because it runs into the mills 

Brothers try to step to this but all they catch is chills 

No frills, Puba pays the bills 

Ron Studda spin the wheel back like his name was Pat Sajak 

On wheel of fortune, that's how we keep it scorchin' 

Alamo hey, Sadat X hey, baby pop hey, now let me keep it rollin' 

This is just the way I move to keep my pockets swollen 

Lights, cameras, action here comes Mr. Satisfaction 

I be maxin' and relaxin' 'til it's time to jump in the action 

Now for grown I speak with a tone which I choose to call my own 

Ghetto prone I guard the zone like the kid from Home Alone 

Type of style that flows for days it's like it pays to save amaze 

Now I be careful on the lays because the aids are nowadays is 

Grand Puba, S.O.S., Stud Doogie, Alamo 

You know how the shit go 

So big Jeff hey, B.R. hey, Tislam hey, Jael hey 

Stud Doogie hey, Alamo hey, and Uptown hey, Brooklyn hey 

And here we go here we go make the dough yo 

Here we go, here we go, make the dough yo 

Now check it y'all I'd like to say peace 

For all the Gods and the earths and the people of the universe 

Wanna let you know the black man come first 

So don't act up 'cause you might leave in a hearse 

Yo check this yo 

I wanna give a big up to all my now rule people 

You know the flavor, projects M.O 

Lincoln Ave M.O., you know what I'm sayin'? 

City park in the dark, M.O., you know what I'm sayin'? 

Big up big up to all my people 

All that other shit is dead, dead, dead 

Word up 

I wanna give a big up to the stinkin' Lincoln mob 

You know what I'm sayin'? 

And we gonna bounce off like this 

Y'all know the flavor, a-b-c