Grand Puba - Lickshot Lyrics
Alright yall!I want yall to put your hands togetherAnd to bring on a brotherThats bound to lay more dips in your hipsMore gliiiiide in your strideAnd if you dont dig whats nextYou got the wrong damn address[grand puba - steadily getting louder]Hes coming, hes coming, hes coming (8x)Bo! lickshot for the blood claatTalkin that what-not, puba come and hit on the right spotRhyme teller for the ladies and the fellasAnd I only kick the flavor for my fellow ghetto dwellersNo rocknroll, its just soulAint nuttin changed, I still like to hit the holeWith my pole, smoke a stog and then I rollAnd when my corn hurts I wear a dr. schollI make beats, then I hit sheetsThen I build with the gods to get the addicts off the nodGrand puba, and I drop a album yearlyAnd Im very nearly really come to droppin shit like dailyMy knowledge is bond, so you brothers better move onYou brought your wack style, come play the hornGrand puba maxwell, not on the hollywood tipHere comes a brother more than _2 legit to quit_Im not sleazy but I like it nice and easyAint nuttin changed, I still wear my hair peasyI like to dig it, thats how we done done dug itI tend to work for all the ones who like to wig it*samples cut and scratched by alamo, includingI got a story I want to tell you, I like to tell it like it is*Second time around[grand puba]Check, I get boom service just like room serviceAnd when I jump upon a stage Im not a bit nervousI kick the reel to rell, I never been to jailOops maybe one time but I had a good timeI keep my pants saggin, Im never lolligagginNiggaz try to copy this they on the bandwagonI shake my thing I do I pull a hamstring and then I call a old flingGotta spike her and tell her _do the right thing_Ron studda do the rap, alamoll do the overdubfore we hit these 40s g, we gotta get some grubGrand puba *inhales* let me take a breatherGet you hot like a fever, youll be slammin evenSo dont bother, its the new godfatherTell your godson that grand puba is the oneWay back in, history, the prodigal sonWas a, wealthy man (2x)[grand puba]Sing it baby, ha ha ha, bust itNo more skid row, cant get a showTime to kick a new flow, and make the dough yknow?Im a pisces I like to drink iced teasIm a reeses with all the piecesOr the alomnd with the joy, ten years from a boyWhen I work out puba go see roysNext to thirty-three, where stud livesYou wont catch the puba doin nothin negativeNow honey dont like me cause I wont dance like hammerHoney ask hammer, can he speak pubas grammar?I can shake a leg if I want to, but I dont want toCause thats what my dancers doNow I give the next man his propsBut when it comes to micraphones, cmon, give me mine hobbesI wont diss the next brother to be great thats not my tradeBut every brother, aint a brother, word to the motherOr praises to the father, you wanna try to see thisDont even bother!Grand puba, for those who came lateYou try to step to this, then Ill end up-stateWord is bond, lets move on and on and onHere we go, here we go, here we go, here we go!Big up to my now rule brothersAll the cool ones, not the fool onesAnd we gon move it like this for the year ninety-twoBig up to my man, positive kBig up to my cousin jeffAnd allatha and allathatThis is how we gon move this yo, word is bondS.d., in the houseDefinitely pumpin the shit like thisAnd this is how we gon do it yoKnowledge knowledgeUhh
