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All right, 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 glide in your stride

And if you don't dig what's next, you got the wrong damn address

Bro

Lick shot for the bloodclot

Talkin' that whatnot, Puba come and hit it 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 nothing changin', 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 close to droppin' shit, 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 too legit to quit

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

Ain't nothing changed, I still wear my hair peasy

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

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

I like to tell it like it is

I got a story I want to tell you

I got a story I want to tell you, I like to tell it like it is

I got a story I want to tell you, I like to tell it like it is

I got a story I want to tell you

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 reel, I never been to jail

Oops, maybe one time, but I had a good time

I keep my pants saggin', I'm never lollygaggin'

**** 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, tell her, "Do the right thing"

Ron Stud'll do the rap, Alamo'll do the overdub

'Fore we hit these forties, G, we gotta get some grub

Grand Puba, 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 lad

Sing it, baby

Bust it

No more skid row, can't get a show

Time to kick a new flow and make the dough

You know, I'm a Pisces, I like to drink iced teas

I'm a Reese's with all the pieces

Or the almond 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 doing nothing 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 microphones, come on, give me mine, hop

I won't dis the next brother to be paid, that's not my trade

But every brother ain't a brother

Word to the mother, all 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 upstate

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 gonna move it like this for the year '92

Big up to my man, Positive K

Big up to my cousin, Jeff

And all of that, and all of that

This is how we gonna move this, yo

Word is bond, S.D. in the house

Definitely pumpin' the shit like this

And this is how we gon' do it, yo

Knowledge, knowledge

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