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The Brand New Heavies - Who Makes The Loot? (feat. Grand Puba Maxwell)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Brand New Heavies
The Brand New Heavies
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Levy
Andrew Levy
Composer
Jan Kincaid
Jan Kincaid
Songwriter
Simon Bartholomew
Simon Bartholomew
Songwriter
Willie Dixon
Willie Dixon
Composer

Lyrics

Bust it Who makes the loot? Who makes the loot? Who makes the loot? Well, who makes the loot? Bust it Goodness grief, let me lighten up the brief Honies spell Grand Puba when they wanna spell relief Who is the man, more than a hundred grand? Give a pound to a friend, put a tool to a clan Damn, bang bang bang, Jimmy Coco Puff Who is the one who gives you nuff? Don't answer, here comes the flavor And you wanna ask what Grand Puba gave ya? Some dope shit, some real live shit Puba is the one who's giving fits A new style, new style, are you ready for this type? Now I rock hip, everybody's rocking hype On the very down low, you might see me at a show If the show ain't for dough, then you won't see the bro The Grand man, just as usual Gon' let me slow down, 'cause I know I'm confusing y'all Bust it, we gon' move on like this I once caught a bid, I never hit skid Never date a girl if the girl got a kid Nah, poppa's got a brand new bag And I never hit skins once they sag Guy says groovy, you like to see a movie? Stick it in easy, it comes back greasy First to tell you "Slow Down" But be the second to take you Uptown I won't fall or fumble, trip, stagger or stumble Not a soft sucker but I still come humble The next candidate, who holds all the weight It ain't him or him, you better get the story straight Ron Stud is my DJ, makes the girl feel like it's foreplay Coming like a bull, so you better yell, "Ole" Here is the one, I shine like the sun You get too close, you might get done Yeah Funky Ain't nothing but funky It's just funky Ayo check this out The right type of hype This how we gon' move it for the 90's and the year 2000 Check it out Do the knowledge, this ain't no loop This is some real live funky-funky get down on the get down And I'm flowing to this type of hype The bass player's real, the drummer's real The bass player's real, and the drummer's real Word is bond We got the guitars, everything is live, know what I'm sayin'? Year 2000, it ain't just a simple loop, so don't get souped As we hit it with the Brand New Heavies Yeah
Writer(s): Maxwell Dixon, Jan Kincaid, Simon James Bartholomew, Andrew D. White Levy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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