Grand Puba - Up & Down Lyrics
[Grand Puba]One oneTwo..two, one twoYeah..[Verse 1]Right now, Grand Puba 'bout to blow this mic outGot'cha movin like roaches with the lights outFinger-lickin like chicken in a dyke's houseDon't stop, get it poppin like RedenbacherMove more feet than Koreans in a nail shopKeep it ghetto like Bodega's after twelve o'clockShorty shakin like a chick up in the booty spotThat's what's up, can't you smell what the Pub-ah cookinGot a girl with a wife on his side and still lookinYou know my style is +Always+ like Coca-ColaI flip out like Skytel-MotorolaIn two-thou, my new Benz is ridin solarAnd my seed got a V8 in the strollerYou know the 4-1-1, see it's time to make the paper pileAin't no need to act funny style[Hook]Ain't no need to stop (Uh)Puba 'bout to drop (Yeah)Get that ass (What?) Out on that floor (Uh-huh)Know we keep it hot (Yeah)Give it all ya got (Uh)Move it up and down like a Chevy 6-4 (Yeah)You know how it's going downGrand Puba is back in townBaby ain't no time to climbGo up and down and up and down[Verse 2]Now you may ask yourself who the hell I beSome consider me, a legend emceeWho never wear platinum or wore less goldI been makin y'all move since I was nineteen years oldListen I've been ballin in this game a long timeBeen through more counties than the Greyhound lineGrand Puba, Brand Nub' affiliateTwelfth birthday I got my first Big Willy pitMad love for the game ever since I was a youthUsed to set up my equipment on the project roofTwo turntables, microphone, and some vinylsNow I bounce through town in a smoked out riderLet's get it crackin if ya know how it's goin downDon't stop, get it get it, shake ya body to the groundGrand Puba gettin all up in that skullShine so hard I make ice look dull[Hook][Verse 3]Grand Puba still settin new trends (Mm-hmm)Still runnin with the Nubians (Mm-hmm)Still in the Range when I'm not in the Benz (Mm-hmm)You don't know, ya better ask your friends (Mm-hmm)Who wants to be a millionaire?Buy a mansion next door to the Beck's in Bel-Airand chip paper like he don't careBuy all the shit that you want and needIn the Y2K I'm like the gameshow Greed[Hook]{music to fade
