 Understand This » Lyrics [+ Lisätä +] |
1. _ Up and Down
[Grand Puba] One one Two..two, one two Yeah.. [Verse 1] Right now, Grand Puba 'bout to blow this mic out Got'cha movin like roaches with the lights out Finger-lickin like chicken in a dyke's house Don't stop, get it poppin like Redenbacher Move more feet than Koreans in a nail shop Keep it ghetto like Bodega's after twelve o'clock Shorty shakin like a chick up in the booty spot That's what's up, can't you smell what the Pub-ah cookin Got a girl with a wife on his side and still lookin You know my style is +Always+ like Coca-Cola I flip out like Skytel-Motorola In two-thou, my new Benz is ridin solar And my seed got a V8 in the stroller You know the 4-1-1, see it's time to make the paper pile Ain't no need to act funny style [Hook] Ain't no need to stop (Uh) Puba 'bout to drop (Yeah) Get that ass (What?) Out on that floor (Uh-huh) Know we keep it hot (Yeah) Give it all ya got (Uh) Move it up and down like a Chevy 6-4 (Yeah) You know how it's going down Grand Puba is back in town Baby ain't no time to climb Go up and down and up and down [Verse 2] Now you may ask yourself who the hell I be Some consider me, a legend emcee Who never wear platinum or wore less gold I been makin y'all move since I was nineteen years old Listen I've been ballin in this game a long time Been through more counties than the Greyhound line Grand Puba, Brand Nub' affiliate Twelfth birthday I got my first Big Willy pit Mad love for the game ever since I was a youth Used to set up my equipment on the project roof Two turntables, microphone, and some vinyls Now I bounce through town in a smoked out rider Let's get it crackin if ya know how it's goin down Don't stop, get it get it, shake ya body to the ground Grand Puba gettin all up in that skull Shine so hard I make ice look dull [Hook] [Verse 3] Grand Puba still settin new trends (Mm-hmm) Still runnin with the Nubians (Mm-hmm) Still in the Range when I'm not in the Benz (Mm-hmm) You don't know, ya better ask your friends (Mm-hmm) Who wants to be a millionaire? Buy a mansion next door to the Beck's in Bel-Air and chip paper like he don't care Buy all the shit that you want and need In the Y2K I'm like the gameshow Greed [Hook] {music to fade} more free lyrics |
2. _ Grand Pu
[singing w/ ad libs] - 6X Ooooooooooh-oooooh... It's Grand Puuuuuuuu... [Grand Puba over singing] Uh... Yeah... Grand Puba... Uh... We bout to put it down for y'all tonight Already... yeah... I'd like to say peace to the Gods and the Earth People of the universe... Uh... I'd like to say peace.. To my Brand Nubian brothers... Lord Jamar.. Sadat X.. Alamo!... Uh, it's going down... Right now... right now... Uh... Grand Puba... 2002.... more free lyrics |
3. _ Understand This
Uh.. uh.. (yeah) It's on.. it's on.. (uh-huh) It's on.. it's on.. (it's on) It's on.. it's on.. (uh) [Chorus: Female + (Puba)] Let's get it crackin (That's that shit) We get it poppin (All night long) Tell me whatcha waitin on (Shake that shit) No need for hatin on (On our shit) We keeps it raw (Yeah) And that's for sho' (Fo' sho') Get it on the floor (Uh-huh) Whatchu waitin for? (Uh) Understand this right now (Understand this) Understand this right now (Understand this) [Grand Puba] Now for those who don't know me, or those who forgot Guess who came back to blow the God-damn spot (Puba knows, ?? knows) If you back that thang up on me watch it grow This is for you haters who doubt me For you ladies who be thinkin about me Who can't (Be without me, pee without me) Style inventor, make ya party hot when I enter Five percent of the one who vibin for a Riker Summer, winter - flowin since the days of the center If I, bent her, slid up in the skin like a splinter The flamethrower lock it down like a boa If she's anything less than a dime, I don't know her Make ya system rattle like a whole herd of cattle Unseen wolves stay prepared for the battle I still can't swallow what they done to dude Diallo I guess I be a legend cuz I smashed the Apollo [Chorus] [Grand Puba] I'm the always complimented, never compensated Rich think I'm poor and the poor think I made it I'm underrated, complicated So highly advanced, from now on when I write rhymes I got a post date to seven years ago I made that album Two Thou It's 2002 so I'm seven years from now Back from another planet, where everything be organic Where the ugly chicks be lookin like Janet So hold that (hold that) I went from skinny to fat Now I'm back to "all that" liftin three off the mat Well God-damn! This shit stank on fire like a gas tank Let's work it out like Billy Blanks The hot shit to keep the E light from flashin off the pocket Rotisserize them chickenheads like I'm Boston Market We spark shit, make it hot as hot can get Forever dawg it don't quit [Chorus] [Grand Puba] Let me see that... I.D., so I can verify that age Ain't tryna have po-po come and snatch me off the stage I move faster than a New York minute First grade the first time I got suspended The first time I rubbed her ass, the class winked and hid it Used to cruise the projects in my toy car tinted with the next-door neighbor daughter in it Now I'm movin asses for a livin For you haters, forgive and forget It ain't no givings I'm that rafter, knowledge power My dawgs understand the culture, but hold on lemme translate that Knowledge power, that's fifteen Understandin culture's number thirty-four Big Oak that's my dawg, better yet my handle's like Kobe's But in Dolby, sip on Sobe while I politic and business with Gishobi and ya don't quit Grand Pub' from Problem House show me love if you like the way I {*hauch* *skirt*} [Chorus] - 2X Chorus 3rd time w/ fade out halfway more free lyrics |
4. _ Baby Mama Drama
Yeah...uh...yeah...uh Grand Puba...yeah...uh Let's talk about it, huh [Hook] If ya have a kid with a chick then I hope that chu' love her There's no stress like Baby Mother Some of these girls use a baby to get back at a brother Cause it ain't the same as it was Some cats bounce, leave the chick to play the daddy and mother It's all about the kid and not her If you and her don't work out then you still gotta handle your's nigga So handle your business nigga [Verse 1] She got chu' for everything The crib and the whip and the bling, ka-ching Now if ya ain't feelin' shorty like that Then you better put it on, put it on, put it on, put it on And shorty if ya feel the same back Then you better tell dude put it on, put it on, put it on, put it on There be a whole lot of seeds made from Hennessey and trees Once you raw dog hit it The ya ass done committed Cause ya dick is thinkin' Too many trees, too much drinkin' A one time resentment got you a lifetime commitment You hate her now You tell her get rid of that shit But she had three abortions already so she's keepin' it Now ya got drama with ya soon to be baby mama Nine months of pregnancy No hair no seed It takes two to play Connect that seed with that ay So ya better strap it on if ya goin' all the way Best night of ya life could be the worst of ya days She'll have you unjust rappers talkin' bout chu' got to pay [Hook] [Verse 2] Now it's mommie's baby, daddy's maybe If it go like it supposed to then the shit go great You know what's up, if in doubt, do without Or get that funny feelin' when ya ass is pullin' out Like, what I just did I hope I ain't make no kids Every week you callin' (Yo you get cho' period?) Some cats handle they biz some leave mothers stuck Seed growin' up not knowin' who they daddy is Misguided, undivided, tryin' hard to find it Only seein' life one-sided Come on do you But if you got a seed make sure you do em' to The same fuckin' way that chu' would do you That's what's up, some more hood drama And the baby daddy frontin' and it just be baby mama A little bit of something Is better than a whole lot of nothin' Cause nothin' from nothin' leave ya nothin' [Hook] [Verse 3] So tell me why oh why Why did I hit that straight up I hate them chicks who threatin' niggas with that court shit That support shit, knowin' a nigga bought shit You don't want her so she really on some sore sport shit It ain't about that seed no more, it's all about what she can get But that's that bullshit but that's how some of em' do There's only gonna be more drama if ya find somebody new Now she hatin' you, ya ass is really due If this new chick that chu' got is lookin' better than she do Cats be flippin' too, soon as she find somebody new They be loungin' in the crib, you be like who the fuck is you [Hook] more free lyrics |
5. _ Don't Lie To Me
Uh... Yeah.. yeah.. Yeah.. yeah.. yeah.. Know the game! [Repeat 2X] You ain't got to lie to me Ain't got to lie to me You ain't got to lie to me Ain't got to lie to me You ain't got to lie to me Ain't got to lie to me You ain't got to lie to me Ain't got to lie to me [Grand Puba] Everything was good, we signed up on the dotted line Bullshit advancement thinkin everything was fine Up in the studio workin every night and day For some strange reason, the work don't match the pay Now I'm feelin like a slave, Kunta Kente The A&R tellin me, what we can't say Brand Nubian y'all on some different shit B It's gon' be kinda hard to get y'all on MTV, yeah Now we on a roll, promo tryna blow (Uh-huh) Family can't see 'em, livin off bullshit pediem Runnin around the country, assed-out and half-naked Three niggaz splittin a dollar-fifty off a record Listen here yo, this shit here better blow Cuz we ain't gon' see no paper till they get back all they dough From the studio, photo shoots and dough for clothes Advancement and shit, and not to mention videos The way we gon' eat, then we gotta do these shows I'ma keep it real witcha, that's how this shit goes The name of the game is "tough luck" if you don't know I wish somebody woulda schooled me a long time ago About the samplin and shit (Uh-huh) How much those artists get The mechanicals of royalties and publishin and splits We was happy y'all just being on tour (Yeah) Until we learned the game, then the attitudes inflamed Household names, pockets didn't match the fame And at the same time drop knowledge for your brain Before you sit down and sip the Cris' and celebrate (Yeah) Be sho' fo' sho' nigga that you got yo' business straight Cuz once you sign on the dotted line it's too late For the next five years, the recors label got yo' fate You ain't got to lie to me... more free lyrics |
6. _ Dreams
Uh, uh, yeah, ya-yeah Ready, ready, ready, ready, uh [Hook] Now everybody wants to be rich (Yeah) Nobody wants to be poor (Uh huh) Every day ya hope ya hit the lotto (Uh) So you don't have to slave no more (Yeah, yeah) In the hood we flip things to them fiends (Uh huh) Cause even hood niggas got dream (Yeah) Every day we get caught up in the struggle (Uh) So we can live life, love, and bubble [Verse 1] Some jump up in the music game to get the green Some do the acting thing to blow up on the movie screen Some play ball hope they're drafted by a pro team Some say "man I'ma play the hood and serve the fiends" Some go to school and after that do that college thing Some drop out, get high, play the hood and bang Some do the Wall Street, investors, stocks and bonds Some don't do shit and still home chilin' with their moms Some move faster, get their Master's Doctors, lawyers, self-employors Some do Mickey-D's or some food spots Some be radio jocks and slice niggas at barber shops You got blue-collar cats, you got white-collar cats You got no-collar cats tryin' to stack a stack You got cats who spend all day sippin' And you got cats who just layin' back pimpin' [Hook] [Verse 2] Now you got some who play the store and boost gear And you got some who hustle heads doin' here And you got some who secretary, bank tellers And you got some who just look good for they fellas You got some who's independent, doin' they thing now And you got some who wanna be they just don't know how You got some who babysit, daycare and shit And you got some who hate they job and wanna quit You got some who housewives, wanna stay at home And you got some who's big bosses like Sylvia Rome You got some who shake for dollars, slide down a pole And you got some who stressed, playin' the mommy-daddy role You got some who spend their whole life savin' You got some who's lookin' for that rest haven And you got some who tell that boss to kiss they ass And you got some who think makin' sellin' ends [Hook] [Verse 3] Somebody tried to tell you Heaven or Hell is when ya die Got chu' guessin' there's a better place up in the sky See I see Heaven and Hell right here on this planet Earth But mostly Hell ever since my first day of birth I've seen Heaven from a distance, use my persistance Overcome resistance and get me some Ain't no money trees sittin' outside ya front door Get up and handle yours if ya tired of bein' poor [Hook x2] more free lyrics |
7. _ Issues
Yeah...yeah...yeah [Hook] Now if ya tied of bein' poor (Yeah) Everytime you walkin' out cha' door (Yeah) Or you got no place to live (Yeah) Cause ya moms done bounced you out the crib (Yeah) How it go, oh oh oh oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, oh ya got issues Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh ya got issues [Verse 1] Now don't cha' feel absolutely dead with no bread Smoke head, eyes red, ready to fill that metal up with lead The get cha' some, spit cha' dum dums and flip yums Stuck in the slums cause all ya pockets got is bread crumbs That's when ya moms stops frontin' You ain't gon' lay around my house all day, doin' nothin' Playin' Playstation, deuce deuce and hide ya bluntin' Better get cha' ass up, get a job or do something Close my door, I don't wanna hear that shit tonight She right, sleep all day, run all night Tryin' to live nice in the gangsta's paradise Rock some ice, stack some chips, bounce our whips The ghetto life might be a struggle Life is one big puzzle, where Rotteweiler grill cats get muzzled I know it be hard to do ya thing When you livin' like a peasant but you feelin' like a king [Hook] Ain't that the girl ya really love (Yeah) But she play you like a scrub (Yeah) She doin' mad shit to make ya bug (Yeah) Every week she's in the club (Yeah) How it go, oh oh oh oh ya got issues Oh oh oh oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Ya got issues oh, oh, oh oh [Verse 2] You got some chicks that act brand new Cause the got their nails done, a new outfit, some ice and a hairdo They wanna play the club, stress a dude with the hottest car That got Mo and Cristal lined up at the bar Whether they entertainer or ghetto superstar Not all chicks are like that but you know who you are Actin' like Frank BaDoob be pimpin' you She trickin' fuck it She wanna glass of champagne out the bucket Here bird, I mean love then you take it home and pluck it Write it off, a business expense, tax deducted Now you gased up like bean soup Think you in the loop but you back in the chicken coup In the biz I got trickin' recruit Last time you seen him when he dropped you on ya stoop The man don't want chu' and the next man dissed you Seems you got caught up in them everyday issues [Hook] If ya man is actin' foul (Yeah) On them streets and runnin' wild (Yeah) And he thinks he's a playa till the end (Yeah) Even fucked some of ya friends (Yeah) How it go oh oh oh oh, ya got issues Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh ya got issues Oh, oh, oh, oh [Verse 3] And now ya got ballers then ya got ballin' pretenders Who's honeys kind of thunder but they like to hold within Frontin' pullin' jiu knots outta places Hand full of aces outlined with big faces Spend ya last dime for a nice piece of shine I know, I did it when my ass was runnin' blind False advertisement, you wanna front for the chicks Meanwhile ya seed need a pair of kicks Gucci, Iceberg downed life is great B Cause I got shoes from Crocodile Dundee Ya flossin' poppin' bottles like ya hit the lotto Got chu' poppa livin' like you Ricky Ricardo Got a lot of friends when ya got a lot of ends A lot of friends pretend when they know ya trickin' ends Ya girl tried to tell that these dudes be usin' you But these be the issues that we all go through [Hook] Oh oh oh oh, ya got issues Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh ya got issues Oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah...yeah...yeah more free lyrics |
8. _ Keep it Movin'
[Khadijah Mohammed & (Grand Puba)] Oh (Yeah) ooh ooh ooh ooh (Come on) come on (Uh) ooh ooh (Grand Puba, huh) ooh (Lord Jamar huh) ooh (Khadijah huh) ooh ooh (Daty X) [Chorus: Khadijah] How far would you still feel me if I didn't make these hits Couldn't get you what you're used to sipping Cris and taking trips Would you still be in my corner or be on some other shit But if so, then I don't need you so let's keep it moving bitch [Grand Puba] Uh, everything love long as paper keep stackin' Kisses and hugs on some lovie dove shit Niggas on the grind cause we keep you smilin' Paper get low you get on some other shit I know ya whole style, whole style Ya got a lot of bullshit behind that smile Ya main concern is bling, mink, and crocodile No love for niggas who don't make the paper pile I feel ya, feel ya Style been all good from the giddy up, from giddy up Nights on the town used to live it up, used live it up Joints blaze in the trunk used to beat it up, used to beat it up Wrappin' hundred dollars bills in my homeless cup Next day 5th Ave. shoppin' Gucci bag coppin' Paper stopped droppin' attitudes started flip-floppin' No worry bounce the bird in a hurry Little did she know my setback was temporary [Chorus] [Sadat X] We can play home As long as you can play with the dome A cold killer, drink a cold can of Miller Turn me off black than a Mike J. thriller Now we all alone, body is bomb Ass much fatter, what the fuck is the matter Always talkin' shit about all of these niggas All these niggas tryin' to seize these figures Ridin' in the two-seater, ridin' with the heater If I meet her tonight, can I beat Do it taste sweet, would I really eat...Bon appetite Is it facts or fake Me and old girl could always swing But why every time got to be on me Cause y'all bitches know that shit is free Now I'm back in the streets before 10:30 Gotta take a shower, can't leave my dick dirty [Chorus] [Lord Jamar] Now when a nigga had money, you was there Funny how every time I turned around, you was there When it was time to get your hair, your nails and your gear But at my court date, you failed to appear For my case on appeals, it took over a year In that time, a nigga didn't see nor hear Got to the point, there was no respect at all I was shocked when you did not collect my call Spent nights in my cell just beatin' my dick Thinkin' bout, how we used to fuck and shit I took you out, bought cha' ass a bunch of shit When I get out I'm gonna fuckin' punch this bitch right in her mouth Cause she don't understand the rules You don't bite the man that dipped your hand in jewels You were there when I bought the rock that blinded you Now a nigga locked and I can't find you [Chorus] more free lyrics |
9. _ What's Up Wit It
Yeah, yeah, yeah Grand Puba, yeah [Hook] It's you and me (Get up) Right now (Get up) on the floor (Get off) Doin' things (Get up) what's up wit it What's up wit it, what's up wit it It's you and me (Get up) Right now (Get up) on the floor (Get off) Doin' things (Get up) what's up wit it What's up wit it, what's up wit it [Grand Puba] As I do it like this I be some where on the top of the list Makin' classic joints way before "The Source" exists No ice, maybe just a lil' bit on the wrist And doin' this since Hot 97 was crisp Now birds wanna press but I ain't with all that Do y athing, ma no hatin' I just did all that It's all good, a nigga been bouncin' hot shit through the hood When only two or three cars came with wood A legend MC Never got rotation on MTV That don't bother me, got mad love for BET You can bet cha' last dub Every time that I drop I get l-u-v So get up, ain't no need to play the seat now Put em' cause ya know we bring the heat now No time to waste cause horsin' be coursin' Watch me scramble words like they be chicken abortions [Hook] [???] Yo, I'm from a place where niggas pack rhymes like a loaded nine We self-exploit signs and explode in your corroded mind I zone the line, I cross it Ya got the strong arm, enforce it I dare ya Like these crooked as jakes, niggas compared to snakes First mistake thinkin' I bluff then I get irrate Ya best make side stakes, thinkin' I'ma fall Y'all do this just for love, y'all niggas got some gall I'm the answer on the mic like A.I. on the ball If you talkin' money I'm part of that conversation If you talkin' funny, plannin' ya expiration And I ain't even hak on niggas, it's just the truth I rock with a crooked tooth My bedroom's the mic booth I'm 80 percent proof, 20 percent show 50-50 on the dough, 50 percent chance ya live If ya ain't got 50 percent to show [Hook] [Sadat X] I think I just found the sound that we was lookin' for It's what I have to go downtown to the booking for My four eyes could've saw right through her thighs Intertwined bodies, I don't really play the party These fraudulent niggas handshake me to death The industry types try to mop up what's left By the code of my dead ancestor's, no doubt All four wheels, so we can be out I drink the mean green six pack And keep police back at bay Work or play, I stay a beast She bitin' on my ear, telling me to release I'm for this winner's side Straight rims and Chucka Tims Black leather, black all weather skullies And 20's of dro, I'd thought I'd let you know That I'm a be here till the black wax melt I'm felt like the Garden fight On my arm is something tight [Hook] more free lyrics |
10. _ How Many More
Pour it out How many more gotta die How many more mothers gotta cry How many more locked away for life Just tryin' to get a piece of the pie The struggle continues, we hate each other And we don't know the reason why, petty shit Crabs in the back room, holdin' each other back Until the day we die, uh I been droppin' knowledge like this for a long long time They don't feel me When I strive to help the dumb deaf fly Long as I'm sittin' bullshit is just fine But when I speak on them, that's when they draw the line Conspiracy is a theory, let's promote the black-on-black Niggas don't know how to act Let em' send each other back Too many shorties dyin' everyday Too many niggas bein' locked away Realize what's really goin' on And how the black community got so torn How many more mothers gotta mourn He didn't make eightten and he's livin' in the lawn Somebody tell me what's that all about There's too many shorties checkin' out My nigga's locked up for a lifetime Didn't even get a chance to use his lifeline The game is setup for you to lose So watch the po-po cause like Tom they cruise Focus get cha' head straight, fix ya plate Learn from others and don't make the same mistake Know who you are, where ya at, and where ya goin' The worst thing about life is not knowin' Knowledge break it down it's know to ledge Cause if you don't know the ledge you droppin' off edge The hood drama is horrific Enough ghetto tears for years that could fill up Pacific I'm not standin' here tryin' to be no preacher But each one, teach one, hope I reach ya See I'm here to enter brain then I entertain Those who lost one in the struggle, I feel ya pain Cause everyday somebody else is gettin' blown But we don't moan until it hits close to home Hear me y'all cause the numbers seem to multiply And that's the reason that I ask myself How many more gotta die How many more mothers gotta cry How many more locked away for life Just tryin' to get a piece of the pie The struggle continues, we hate each other And we don't know the reason why, petty shit Crabs in the back room, holdin' each other back Until the day we die, uh more free lyrics |
11. _ All Day
[Hook] All day (Yeah), word to Mamba (Uh huh) We gon' freak this (Uh) we gon' freak it, keep it movin' (Uh) All day (Yeah), word to Mamba (Uh huh) We gon' freak this (Uh) we gon' freak it, keep it movin' baby (Uh) Ya know it's got to be (The Grand Puba) Don't do shows for free (We need paper) Handle ya b-i-z (At all levels) In this industry (Watch the devil) Like em' they don't like me (So whatever) That's just how it be (It's Rising Sun Records) No more slavery (Right now, right now) Y'all just pull for me (Yeah) So throw ya hands up high (Uh) And if ya feel me we gon' get it crunk tonight (Uh) Ya know and if ya are that good (Uh) Then ain't no doubt about it, we gon' keep this hood for you (Uh) So come on get up let's do this with the Pu (Yeah) No need to stand around because we came to move (Uh) So tell me what chu' wanna do We gon' keep it movin just for you, all day (Already, already) All day (For sho' for sho') all day (Uh, uh) All day, all day (Here we go, here we go) [Hook] It ain't a problem that I can't fix Got DVD and navigation up in the whip So if a bird give me trouble Put her ass out on the double Give her bus fare and call it a day I don't play With these chicks who have conscience That's why my two-way got caller ID to block the chickheads knockin' So let's get it on, let's get it on What chu' sippin' on, something strong, something strong Grand Puba to the t-o-p Honey throwin' them curves like El Duque Came up from the food stamps to big shopping sprees I'm only speakin' French to chickenheads, oui oui Cause I was caught up in all this physical attraction Now I'm strictly Benjamin and Jackson It's all day, everyday we don't play Watch me and shorty blend like we Hen and Alize' All day (Uh) all day (Every night) All day (We keep it tight) all day (Yeah, yeah) [Hook] Grand Puba got it, just like Sam Goody So let's go ahead and get this started Shorty gotta be a half a dub if I parted Equal to my whip because I only ride exotic If she not, watch me indo her when I do cotic WHOA! you OK Just get up cause we keep it movin' all day So what chu' waitin' on it's time to get it crunky crunk If the chicken off the wall and crackin'like they Humpty Hump I'ma put it on ya just thought I'd warn ya East Coast, Dirty, Midwest to California I start, explore a hot broad like Ford Slap a H on my chest and then I handle it accord Didley, I be the nigga with the free If you can't use my mama comb I can't bring you home So hear me when I say We lay it down like big breads on top of Parkay Keep it fat like the FUBU clothes, hey hey hey All day (Yeah) all day (It's every night) All day (We do it right) all day (Yeah, yeah) [Hook] more free lyrics |
12. _ What U Gonna Do For Me
[Hook: Grand Puba and Tiffany Johnson] What you gonna do for me, hey If I spend this dough Nigga don't try to think, oh That I'm just one of these hoes I'm just tryin' to holla at you, hey To see where your head is at Don't think cause you bought me a drink, oh That you gon' have me on my back [Tiffany Johnson] He loves me, nah he loves me not He probably thought I was in love but I loved his knots It's hard to resist, shit what type of offer is this Niggas drive me nuts cause all they offer is dick Oil me up, talk slick, say what they will But the last time I checked, dick don't pay the bills Dick can't get a crib and dick can't get a car If I decide to buy up will I get that far What chu' thought, I should go ahead and extort Combin' through dough, brushin' up my credit report Play what I'm dealt, that attitude placed on a shelf Shit I act like I'm the only child and play with myself When you wax off I wax on Twist trees so I can get a lil' higher Like steppin' in platforms In the supreme, then I'm spillin' the beans Switch ya shit like gettin' chips from a vending machine [Hook] [Grand Puba] Is you a gold digger or is you diggin' a nigga Dig the way I put it down or tryin' to dig in my figures See I don't stress ass, I play McNabb and pass Put some ass next to money watch me snatch the cash I might beat it up, send it along If I don't recognize you next time I see you Cause you got clothes on Listen Mommie Playa, playin' me is no chance Better off in a titty bar doin' a lap dance I'm not new to this, recognize them hoes like Ludacris Gotta be inside of her mind before we reach the whip You know the situation, no chicken chasin' Bounced more chicks outta my Cipher than immigration Cause this is Grand Puba How you like to bring it on Chicks doin' flips yellin' rah, rah, rah It ain't about what I'm gonna do for you Fuck the dumb shit baby, what chu' gon' do for me [Hook] [Grand Puba] Uh, wish I with it is you single or committed Niggas got the full court press tryin' to hit it OK miss, we gon' do it like this I'ma spend a lil' dough, buy you a big bottle of Cris..co Go fry some fish yo, you know how the story go Gotta get to know ya before I start trickin' dough After that we see what's up, I tell ya what we do Take a ride in the truck up to FoxWood Casino P caught trial up or we can keep it ghetto Play the crib and get stuck Crack a bottle smoke a lot with the flat screen, what I'm far from Armani Watch me slide up in the cut Like a thong up in a fat girl's butt That's heavy, make chicks bounce ass like a Chevy I hold it down like I arrest revies Grand Puba, you know how I'ma flip it Gotta buy a car, whip, doughnut And change up to plane tickets so [Hook] more free lyrics |
13. _ Spazz Out 2
[Hook] This is for my niggas on the block, yo spazz out Everybody in the spot, yo spazz out! You feminist cause it's hot you wanna spazz out! Just wild out to this cause we don't give a fuck My thugs doin' biz, yo spazz out Them young niggas on the strip just spazz out You on ya own, you wanna live just spazz out Then just wild out to this cause we don't give a fuck [Verse 1] We rappers, we chrome witty type This to my niggas blaze a fifty light What and get cha' high on Ya shit is on dubs nigga, shit get cha' ride on We gon' spazz out, get drunk to this From the top y'all know y'all can't fuck with this The R-E double S with the Grand Puba Picture us stackin' down, shit we came too far We done paid our dues, still in the game Why these niggas actin' like they can't feel the pain My thoughts is deep, Suburban slang up with heat Talk is cheap, just show me money, them big faces Been down since RUN-DMC with big laces Tapes, diamond nigga we bout to hit that Hit it at the club all y'all hoes gon' bizack Big exec checks, bitch nothin' less And I pull on the strip with Jets, Harley nigga [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm a street nigga, load up my heat with hollow tips Acknowledge this, go against the grain and feel stiff rain We big stings, stackin' our safes to capacity Force tragedies, a thug mentality Test my heart pumps blood We can throw slugs or shoot the fifth, call me I'm all for it, I don't care bounce ya fair or where ya from We can act dumb and leave niggas backs numb I wanna eat on some legal and shit But I was born on some evil shit Ridin' ways, my childhood is far from forgotten days See moms locked away, that's why I hate cops today So I cop the yay, lock the block, pumpin' trays If I reach and shoot, believe that niggas lay But I went through my trigger phase Now I want a bigger case Fuck dippin' jakes now we sittin' great [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo, it's a shame how these bitches wanna know if I'm holdin' a knot Haters on the block, gassin' us from holdin' a glock And I'm looney too, Big K big way My mental states I been through breakdown airway Bottles or rat, nigga straight sleep with the fishes My team is vicious, holla at the baddest bitches Know what I got, hit the crib hot cold to rock Steamin' off the top then my soldiers box Flip the score, plot ways to hustle on tours See these hit the pipe, fuck up they jaw I'm livin' ya rap, hot weight I'm triplin' that Pack 22s, come on y'all I'm fuckin' with macks Laid back, spazz like I did five flat I'm in the biz, stressed blowin' bogies back-to-back Ya know the click, Harley ya know he spit Know we sick, one of the connected click yeah [Hook] more free lyrics |
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