Grand Puba - 2000 Lyrics

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yeah bleep bleep bleep

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

Chorus:

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)

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Go away like 94 we drop the kronkite nigga

Chorus

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

F**k 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 f**k 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

Chorus

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