Ya Know How It Goes

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