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1. _ Keep On
"Check it out ch'all and you don't stop. Keep on and you don't stop" (x4) Verse 1: I knew from jump that my shit was gonna hit Cause I spoke to Dione Warick and she put me on some psychic shit She said becareful cause these girls be throwin' block I said D don't even worry I sweat no girl for they stank box I like drinkin' honey hit me a 5-1-6 Girl: What's a 5-1-6? Puba: Long Island you dumb bitch When it comes to this my style flows Free like Willy Watch me grab the cream like them Beverly Hill Billy I know you're happy with the shit you just bought It's the greatest return since Jordan hit the court Because my style changes frequently See I been shit talkin' mics since the days of delenquency Now I'm still the same low down gold teeth and Gortex And on occassion with the ruff sex Stud Doogie heats it up like a flannel Cause he's smooth as wall panel Hits the one and two like a freebee channel I have no time for bullshitters I get bad honies jitters As I walk be all the chickenhead critters I got more funk then En Vogue got junk in they trunk My flow hits ya like a filty piece of skunk So Alley get the scomma fromt he dodge spot Put it in the L and get high like an astronaut Hook Verse 2: Now see they call me Mr. Mingo Got a girl but I'm still single Honies scream my name (PUBA) like they just won bingo I take 'em out for a dinner or a show but you know how the rest go Hey man no doe You know the type you go out a few nights they sweat your pockets tight Cause they rock they're rockers right Go away little girl you gets nothing But here take a Bufferin to ease your pain and sufferin' Cause I'm so aware of too many things I know what I know if ya know what I mean Come clean because I'm a fiend for a beat and a theme Comin' strong like Hakeem and it ain't a dream Now is it me or is this hittin' like Tyson? Like a plate of beans and rice I be a needy winds on ice and Grand Puba, Stud Doogie on the nights I bag the dumb we hit a nut And then we back up in her guts See I get down and dirty like an arceologist I get deep into your mind like a psycologist I hit brothers in the head with the real Bag honies like a charm cause Grand Puba is the bomb So come on baby there's no need to play dumber Or I be comin' around your nostrals when I cum So check it out now... Hook more free lyrics |
2. _ 2000
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) 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 Fuck 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 ya'll niggas talkin' shit about Puba, fuck 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 its the Kronkite, nigga Chorus more free lyrics |
3. _ Very Special
Hook: "Grand Puba is" (very special) uh ha uh ha (x4) Verse 1: Now many guys may come to you With a line that isn't true And you, pass them by (pass them by) But it doesn't mean a thing Cause Grand Puba got that game so won't cha, let me try (let me try) Now just because I drive a Mercedes Benz (whooa yeah yeah) That don't mean I'm gonna be trickin' on skins See all I'm sayin' is (la la la la la la la la love me) It's Grand P (twist the L yo twist the L) See I'm sayin' just (la la la la la la la la love me) It's Grand P (twist the L yo twist the L) Here goes the man with the pecan tan The one who flims the flam the one who plays weak MC's out like ham I got the style that be bangin' When the flow gets to slangin' I be leavin' MCs hangin' On my jammy just swangin' So many brothers try to be me Only two can probably see me that's Ray Charles and Stevie My shit knocks from Lincoln popcorn down to Frangle Rock Me turn pop? Save that shit for Arnold Redenbach Cause when it comes to this see Puba's not a stranger Get the honies hooked like they kids is hooked on Power Rangers And I ain't goin' now where word is born Cause I've been doin' this since Shay Shay Lafon I tell my record people everyday We do this my way cause when it comes to my music I don't play I'll came and slay ya or I may ah Make sure my gettaway is more swifter than O.J. Because... Hook Verse 2: Well who dat who do dat? It's Pubat well true dat While some try stealin' but they just keep failin' Cause there's nothin' but smooth sailin' The way I bring it to ya hon Leave another stuck my scoop is how I get it done There goes the little drummer boy so purumppapumpum It's Grand Puba hon I hit it ruff like ? and still puffin' stuff I smack some mingos and sit back and watch my pockets fluff Grand Puba here to get the party strarted See I come with thee exotic While you're puffin' your narcotics I'll be damned if this don't hit cha where it's suppose to get cha I keep it flowin' now would I bullshit cha? I create styles and fashion with compassion While others are simply trashin' cause my shit is simply smashin' Stud Doogie still with me From, sea, to, shining, sea Hook more free lyrics |
4. _ A Little of This
Intro: (Let's do it) Yeah (yeah) get down situation get down no doubt 95. (We're talkin' 2000) How we represent. Come a kick it with Intro: A little of this and a little of that (and a little of that) (x4) Verse 1: Check it I get the gumtions to make your conjuction function So honey get it straight or be on your roller blades and skate My style switch fast like a rash then it get you itchin' My flow is crisp like a bucket full of Cornnels chicken I mold the beat like pottery lyrics flow like blood through the artery With more rhymes then numbers at the lottery You know my stello have my doe and watch me drop a flow I wax shit up and make it shine like I was Mop & Glow So come on baby love let's put it on no fakin' moves Let's flip on it heads I win and tails you lose GOT CHA Grand Puba comes with alladat Because I got more game then quarters in the laundry mat Uh we keep it tight the way it's suppose to be While jealous snakes say damn mon you should of swallowed me No doubt cause we hit 'em with... Hook Verse 2: Dig it I got to be one of the baddest brothers on the planet I'm baggin' honies and they all got bodies just like Janet I play it save never takin' chickenheads for granded I'm Superman and Lois takes my rhymes to Daily Planet I got more promise then timers who makes ? muffins I do more stickin' in chicken then Stove Top Stuffing No doubt about it hun I hit from here to China When I drop the D minor watch me soggy your vagina Grand Puba, Stud Doogie droppin' clonkite Prefer the chocolate like the outside of a Klondike That's how it go and tha'ts the way it's designed So you can Stoke Me Down I don't mind We keep it tight and that's the way it's suppose to be While jealous snakes say damn mon you should of swallowed me Hook Outro: You gotta be that shit (take your time young man). The way it's designed to ease your mind in the 95 flavor. No doubt no questions aked cause we fulfill that task. We keep it real like Jill youknowhatI'msayin'? We gonna move it on for the year 2000. Big up all you New York City style squads in it to the fullest. Live your life (x6) No doubt that's what we talking about. (C'mon and just get down) (With Grand Puba and Stud Doogie just get down) (x4) (Big Jeff in the hosue the Neyru in the house and the K to the I to the D is in the house. 2000. 2000 more free lyrics |
5. _ Amazing
Hook: "Don't worry about" "Big money" "Can you dig it?" "Amazing" (x4) Verse 1: Well don't you know what time again for the big shot (BIG SHOT) Doogie Ready or not hit the buddah spot (BUDDAH SPOT) Time to get the cash (TIME TO GET THE HONEY) Time to get cash (TIME TO GET THE MONEY) Check it I got the nack to put the groove in your back Squeeze a rhyme like a pistol cause I'm smooth as Harvey Grisco I come clean with more protein and overtein The way I heat shit up you think my jaws was dipped in gasoline Whoa now that's a fire Puba got the hi-tech shit while other MC's come cheap like propiya So let's get down to the situation Smooth like a Temptation Puba makes it good like penetration That's how it's suppose to be No question so don't you put a rush on me I'm not a rookie I'm a pro you see my flow Give me the doe you better ask somebody if ya don't know Hook Verse 2: Dig it, see I like to know where you got the notion Said I like to know where you got the notion Dig this, my beats kick you in the head like a Timbaland Me and my crew stay tight like the X-men I gets mean and then I turns into the Wolverine Then I grab the mic and blow the spot to smithereens I gets down for the money honey I got the style tha'ts real What's why brothers chew my shit up like Gummy Bears It's the New York shocker representin' like a Knickerbocker Watch me get it cookin' like Betty Crocker I'll make you trip like I'm indo smoke Cause I'm down right nasty like Diet Coke See I ain't no joke cause I got mad style wicked and wild Mama's second child throwin' rappers to the pile Games point blank call me Shabba cause I Rank Don't run around with toast cause my people on a tank Clown won't get me cause I'm God body Moses asked me how to part the Red Sea Trippin' MC's up like astroturf Puttin' wack MC's outta buisness like Woolworth I'm a tell you straight off the god damn press I'm a handle my buisness right Boy I ain't come here for no foolishness I hit the set then I jet Can't trust a girl who couldn't standin' up tryin' to get a whole lot of niggas wet Because I con ya (Khan) like Chaka hit ya like a blocker Me and rhymes connect like walls and magic markers It's Grand Puba for the membrain Wiping borthers off the map so leavin' shit stains That's how I feel cause I always keep my shit on the Reel to Reel Makin' niggas happy like a kid with a happy meal So ah what you need to do is do a little dance Yeah smoke a little bud say what? Get down tonight uptown get down tonight dig it yo We gonna do a little dance do a little dance Some a little bud smoke a little bud Get down tonight uptown downtown get down tonight yeah Niggas hold tight uptown situation like always youknowhatI'msayin? All day, mash ya, one time. Doogie love , hold tight nigga. more free lyrics |
6. _ Playin the Game
[Puba] I Self Lord and Master Chorus: repeat 4X "You're playin a game.. it's all plain.." [Puba] Uhh Here go the style to make the young girls smile They go wild when Grand Puba's on they radio dial Alamo hit me off with the butter cream Watch me run the ghetto scheme, givin all the honies wet dreams I'm gonna hit you where the drip go drop and make your whole body tickle as we smack the nine-nickel, so here we come, here go that flow son I be the one who get it done and I ain't done until after honey come You see my flow is great, no greater If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a motherfuckin playa hater Cause they hungry like Wally Gator Why jealous niggaz try? I ain't Woody and this ain't Woodpecker Pie Is it cause who we be they hear us on the radio and see us on TV Or just, playa hate us, be undercover Jealous cause we MC brothers That's the way, it, goes You know it's 2000, playa haters need to stop, come on Chorus [Puba - over chorus] Yeah Tryin to jam wreck for the next man, yaknahmsayin? Cause they don't understand, you know? Playin that game, yeah See I'm the type of guy that'll say - hey baby, let's get away Let's go somewhere far, dig it Cause I'ma put it on the mornin, if it's on it's on When I'm goin I'm gone, it won't stop the dawn But I be careful cause the monster be lurkin Some honies got it bad where them rubbers don't be workin Some stinkbox are like that Park called Jurassic Slide up in the cut, it burns your rubber up like acid So if you're playin them games, you best be careful Don't let the 5-1-6 make you dareful There you go, feelin good, you're out of town And it's one of those nights, you feel like gettin down You ain't choosy on the honey you picked No glove on your stick, you just wanna hit it quick So you get down for your crown to represent Honey's runnin somethin, cause that short stay loot is spent There you go, slidin raw dog again Now you're singin New Edition song, "Is This the End?" Chorus (repeat to fade) more free lyrics |
7. _ Play It Cool
(Chorus) Play it cool and move it slow.... (Sadat X) The nature of these humans is to wanna see rip Is to wanna see a fight and say should not write I say let bygones be bygones and let's make this cash Let's get this doe and astill let niggaz know It's alot of bad bitches in Atlanta New York is there and it's ripe for the killing I say hit me wit a stack, let me live, let me do mine Let me be aight, when I rest in the night If you want it, you can get it Don't make theatrics if you got soft tactics There's alot of actors out there in the movies And even more actors in the rap game I keep my shit in place so I can reach all my people So I won't confuse the words that I choose The Brand Nubian combo, Grand Puba ensemble Will make a nigga hungry, give him a piece of fried fish Known Alamo for 25 years So when I say pass the beef, then Ali passed the beef Wack rappers be sliding by the skin of they teeth No label could ever be able to stop me They might try to prop me. put me on promotions, but yo, fuk that Just give me my money, ain't a damn thing funny ?(real lust)? Life is a 3 ring circus, all of the ups and downs of the carousel That I knew so well, check it out Cuz money's what the two's all about Chorus (Grand Puba) Keep it going, no doubt, no doubt, no diggedy Hey me and Doogie bag mad doe Wit that nigga 'Mo, niggaz try to see it but they moving (move slow) So tell me what the fuk is it Weak cyphers can't wait for the God to come and visit Niggaz don't know on the d-low Me and my man Sadat is mad (cool) and we bagging doe So save the boo for Betty, I shred niggaz like confetti Bagging loot and I'm jetti, so are you ready to learn Of putting niggaz on ruin, coming stronger than Ewing I put the tic wit the tac cuz I'm the knick wit the knack So save the patty for the wack and it'll stem from the crack You know what, I don't hit guts of no nasty sluts Or get strung on butts, I just hit 'em wit the roach deluxe Cuz Doogie, you know how shit do So Sadat, let's bag this money, then push back to the bungaloo Go and tell your motehr, it's return of the blues (We can do it better) so fuk them others Cuz I ain't trying to hear it Then if time and giving loot, I be fuking five women The location now, we don't even ask while Lyrics so deep they keep passing you by I'm cutting niggaz down like drive by Niggaz can't keep, cuz yo, money, your shit is dry Grand Puba, Stud Doogie This is how we flow it on, Big Jeff, let's get it going on Chorus more free lyrics |
8. _ Don't Waste My Time
[Puba] Yeah, uhh Alamo Productions proudly presents a head-banger, check Chorus: repeat 2X Look at that sexy mama She sho' likes to grind Look at that sexy lady Please don't waste my time [Puba] I'ma tell you now that girls just ain't right Let me tell you bout this episode I had last night I takes me a shower then I grabs a quick bite Then I called Doogie Love to find out the kronkite, dig it Somethin's goin on -- an industry party downtown I'm comin to get ya nigga so, listen for the horn Before we hit the location, gotta pick up Alamo and get a bag of situation, now we downtown four blocks from the spot, time to park the car Honies outside, knowin who to give ? But you know how niggaz from the projects are Free drinks til ten, yo money, where's the fuckin bar? Honies all creamed out types and all lookin cute Me and Doogie same ol low-top baggy jeans and boots Body bangin, tits hangin, while we profilin Me and Ali' mad geeked off Long Island Uhh! Picture that, but then it dawned on me black honey set them traps, that's why Tyson was where he was at They want you for your name and fame, quick to get buttnaked When you play em out, they run and said you tried to take it That's why I don't talk to those, who like to pose in videos with no clothes, and groupies at shows Cause I know what's goin on, you won't catch me in the wrong Don't even try it baby, dig it Chorus [Puba] Well times is gettin drastic, time to pack the plastic Slide up in the wrong one, you'll end up in the casket No not me, I'm more careful see I make sho' I can't catch that old HIV But I tell you entertainment is some shit These groupie girls are sick Do most anything so they can get picked to come to your, room, smoke a little, boom Hear a little tune, after that, zoom zoom! No thanks, I'm only here for the bank And I'ma tell you point blank, won't let my dick walk the plank I hate to bust your bubble, so be out, on the double Cause I know how you groupies are, and I don't want no trouble So give me my cash and I'll pass on that ass When it comes to hittin ass, on the road, I'll just fast But don't you talk about skins all the time? Baby not ALL the time, but, when I do talk about skins, they mine I refuse to go out, like Magic Johnson; have to retire cause I touched a live wire, now my shit's on fire I travel in the name of Allah Won't be a fallin star for no hooker in a bra, that's dead You won't, roll me out, on a stretcher cause my second head, led my first head into bed So baby gets to steppin, be gone 'Fore you nigga make a move like that just make sure you put a rubber on Chorus more free lyrics |
9. _ Back Stabbers
[Puba] Yeah.. aight.. 2000 representatives comin to ya Yeah, here to talk about a situation you know that makes the world go round, check it It's on that love and hate tape, yaknahmsayin? Be damned if you do, damned if you don't But I'ma rap on it a taste, yaknahmsayin? I'ma let honey take it away, check it [Valdes] It's a thin line.. between love and hate It's a thin line (yeah) it's a thin line (uhh) If you feel the vibe.. Yeah.. no doubt It's time to set em straight [Puba] [Valdes] No doubt, check it Well it's four o'clock, in the mornin Just gettin in, baby love's askin Baby where you been? Tryin to get mine But I've been sittin waitin all this time I got to grab this cream, while I got the chance Romance, without finance -- you know the rest, baby It's just a nuisance I'm sayin, act like you know Nuttin can't grow if the dough don't flow But I'm just tryin to get a-wit you Baby I ain't tryin to bullshit you Why we gotta beef on the same old shit? Because your friends you'd rather be with But when I'm with my friends, I don't go through that So you can pack your bags They already packed Well you ain't really my skin And your friends ain't really your friends Chorus: repeat 2X They smile, in your face All the time, they wanna take your place The back-stabbers Pocket-grabbers [Puba] I told my man that I gave my girl the outs Crib to the head, king size bed That love shit is dead, so let's call some chickenheads Tell em do the spread while we bein handfed We had it goin for the first two weeks I bumped into my ex, and she asked, could we speak? I told her made it quick, and this is what she kicked Dig it [Valdes] Hey baby how you doin? Fine I heard that you and your friends be havin good times No doubt, he come through in the clutch That nigga ain't really your friend What? I wish you wouldn't trust him so much You got a problem? I think you really trust him too much Cause he's the best friend, I got No he's not! The last time you went out of town Yeah? Guess who came creepin around? Yeah.. Whatchu sayin? He started sayin that you're no good for me But all that drama wasn't tryin to see Talkin bout all the other girls you got Oh the nigga went out like that? Oh shit! Steppin to me, tryin to blow up the spot Tell me boy, is that your friend Nooooo, nooooooo, noooooo Damn It's a thin line, between love and hate Love and hate, love and hate If you feel the vibe boy, it's time to set him straight Oh I'ma set that nigga straight It's a thin line boy, between love and hate If you take your time, it'll be worth your wait [Puba] Boy I tell you these days You don't even know who to trust, yaknahmsayin? That's how love do, that's how hate do, knahmsayin? It's all connected It's all injected, knahmsayin? more free lyrics |
10. _ Change Gonna Come
Intro: Yeah positivity over comes negativity check it. A gat don't make you a man cause a man made the gat So stop with the black on black (x2) Verse 1: We got black on black Black on crack Knowledge of self is what the black people lack Grew up in the projects with the welfare and the food stamps Modern day concentration camps Where we lost all our unity Because the negativity pulls us down like gravity Black people on eath others back Little shortie sedated thinkin' the way out is by selling cracks I seen black borthers cry like day by day the number multiply And the devil don't give a damn long as a black man kills another black man It makes his job more eaiser As the tick goes with the tock he's just gettin' sleezier and sleezier Here's a good example of yourself Talkin' about a devil on a record they put you on the shelf As long as you talk about "Yo I bust this nigga and I bust that nigga" You grow bigger as a rap figure But that's still black on black welcome back It's time to graduate from that Hook: Change gon come change gon come time to free the dumb time to free the dumb (x3) Change gon come say what say what so get up out the slum Verse 2: Now let's deal on the real don't you set sick of this? The way we hate eachother the shit's rediculous It's time to move on to the next phase Cause there's too many shorties gettin' boxed in the grave Some think respect is an uzi or a tech But when he steals your intellect it's like a rope around your neck That's the 2000 tricknowledge That's the shit you won't learn in college brother You get to be strong you got to hold on You got to know the ledge before you hit the edge Time to get wise and civilize Open up your eyes all three eyes and recognzie What your doing all that bullshit you pursueing Put your whole life on ruin Let's kill the black on black vigga Cause it only gets us locked up or in the box quicker And that's ain't how you get the cheese Cause now ya locked up or gunned down by your enemy But I'm a deader that gat Remember a gat don't make you a man cause a man made the gat Word is born Keep it true God keep it true (x8) Puba talking: KnowhatI'msayin'? Time to civilize you know get wise. Think. Stop and think youknowhatI'msayin'? No doubt. Check it so just... Stop think, listen to the God hear what he's sayin'. (x2) Hook Outro: No doubt I'd like to send this one out to all the people still striving and stugglin'to keep it real youknowhatI'msayin'? Not actin' like we keepin' it real no doubt. Peace and love. That's D on the hook off. more free lyrics |
11. _ I Like It (I Wanna Be Where You Are)
Intro: Yeah Ladies and gentlemen, I've found him I want you to meet the baddest motherfucker (right on, right on, right on) Who is it? Well its Grand Puba honey With my man snug doogie love Droppin' 2000, dig the way this go down Check it Verse 1: I hit a flow all dipped in lotion Sit back and sip moe as I'm countin' my doe Grand Puba macks well, Doogie, comin' with the New York We keep it real like jail when we might talk Honies know 'cause when I'm in the set Grand Puba is the one who makes they stink box wet So let me tell ya somethin' lady When ya flow this flow then its all cream and baby I made this one for the brothers in the party To find a hottie And dance body to body Step one: first you grab honey by the waist Step two: then you move at a ghetto pace Step three: then ya look her dead in the face Step four: now its time to leave this place Hold up, be careful of the cheesa's The teasa's, the one who wants the money and the visa's I'ma tell honies straight off the bat But please don't even go there with that, Dig it This ones designed to make your spine in your back wind Grand Puba lights it up for you every time Chorus: Ooooh, yeah I like it And ya say New York City (I like it) Ooooh, yeah I like it And ya and ya say New York City (I like it) Ooooh, yeah I like it And ya say New York City (I like it) Ooooh yeah I lke it And ya say ( I like it) Verse 2: Could it be I've stayed away too long Seems MC's be wishing I was gone Because they wanna be where I are But ya can't get that far So stop wishing on a star Its only one Grand P, so honey do what you did on the night you creeped with me Its no doubt I come real with that The butter track The one that makes the honeis hit the bed mat I'm energetic, poetic, athletic, with good credit So just move like I'm simon and I said it Ya see my flow is just a step ahead I'm still wicked in a bed because I'm down right nasty like newlyweds So back up and let me breathe, 'cause when it comes to gettin' down I'm gettin' looser than a crackheads hair weave And I, bet ya my dolly, while ya never find another style like this If ya search a million miles So why'n cha let Puba ingnite your party I hit a flow liike Al Jarrow But I've been doin' this for years I'm leavin' MC's in tears,tears; dig it Cause they fallin' just like the rain Grand Puba's too much for the brain Now gold diggers who try to get it I left 'em backwardds, they thought they farted when they shitted Cause Puba's everything, and everything is Pu Cause I hit'em with the (one), and then with the (two) Yeah, 'cause that's just how Grand Pu and Sadat doogie do Ya didn't know I was the bomb baby Somebody should've told you, somebody should have told you Chorus: Ooooh, yeah I like it (I like it) Ooooh, yeah I like it (I like it) And ya say New York City Ooooh, yeah I like it (no doubt) And ya say New York City Ooooh, yeah I like it Ha ha, and ya say 'Cause we get down for ours we get down no doubt Down for ours we get down no doubt Down for ours we get down no doubt Down for ours we get down Cause we get down for ours we get down no doubt Down for ours we get down no doubt Down for ours we get down no doubt Ninety-five flav, and I'm out (Oooh, yeah I like it) (Oooh, yeah. . . . . I like it) more free lyrics |
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