Alright y'all

I want y'all to put your hands together

And to bring on a brother

That's bound to lay more dips in your hips

More gliiiiide in your stride

And if you don't dig what's next

You got the wrong damn address

He's coming he's coming he's coming

8X

Bo Lickshot for the blood claat

Talkin that what-not Puba come and hit on the right spot

Rhyme teller for the ladies and the fellas

And I only kick the flavor for my fellow ghetto dwellers

No rock'n'roll it's just soul

Ain't nuttin changed I still like to hit the hole

With my pole smoke a stog' and then I roll

And when my corn hurts I wear a Dr Scholl

I make beats then I hit sheets

Then I build with the Gods to get the addicts off the nod

Grand Puba and I drop a album yearly

And I'm very nearly really come to droppin s**t like daily

My knowledge is bond so you brothers better move on

You brought your wack style come play the horn

Grand Puba Maxwell not on the Hollywood tip

Here comes a brother more than 2 Legit to Quit

I'm not sleazy but I like it nice and easy

Ain't nuttin changed I still wear my hair peasy

I like to dig it that's how we done done dug it

I tend to work for all the ones who like to wig it

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I got a story I want to tell you

I like to tell it like it is

Second time around

Check I get boom service just like room service

And when I jump upon a stage I'm not a bit nervous

I kick the reel to rell I never been to jail

Oops maybe one time but I had a good time

I keep my pants saggin I'm never lolligaggin

Niggaz try to copy this they on the bandwagon

I shake my thing I do I pull a hamstring

And then I call a old fling

Gotta Spike her and tell her Do the Right Thing

Ron Studda do the rap Alamo'll do the overdub

'Fore we hit these 40's G we gotta get some grub

Grand Puba *inhales*Let me take a breather

Get you hot like a fever you'll be slammin even

So don't bother it's the new Godfather

Tell your godson that Grand Puba is the one

Way back in history the Prodigal Son

Was a wealthy man

2X

Sing it baby ha ha ha bust it

No more skid row can't get a show

Time to kick a new flow and make the dough y'know

I'm a Pisces I like to drink iced teas

I'm a Reese's with all the pieces

Or the Alomnd with the Joy ten years from a boy

When I work out Puba go see Roy's

Next to thirty-three where Stud lives

You won't catch the Puba doin nothin negative

Now honey don't like me cause I won't dance like Hammer

Honey ask Hammer can he speak Puba's grammar

I can shake a leg if I want to but I don't want to

Cause that's what my dancers do

Now I give the next man his props

But when it comes to micraphones c'mon give me mine Hobbes

I won't diss the next brother to be great that's not my trade

But every brother ain't a brother word to the mother

Or praises to the father you wanna try to see this

Don't even bother

Grand Puba for those who came late

You try to step to this then I'll end up-state

Word is bond let's move on and on and on

Here we go here we go here we go here we go

Big up to my Now Rule brothers

All the cool ones not the fool ones

And we gon' move it like this for the year ninety-two

Big up to my man Positive K

Big up to my cousin Jeff

And allatha and allathat

This is how we gon' move this yo word is bond

SD in the house

Definitely pumpin the s**t like this

And this is how we gon' do it yo

Knowledge Knowledge

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