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Grand Puba - Lickshot
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Alright yall! I want yall to put your hands together And to bring on a brother Thats bound to lay more dips in your hips More gliiiiide in your stride And if you dont dig whats next You got the wrong damn address [grand puba - steadily getting louder] Hes coming, hes coming, hes coming (8x) Bo! lickshot for the blood claat Talkin that what-not, puba come and hit on the right spot Rhyme teller for the ladies and the fellas And I only kick the flavor for my fellow ghetto dwellers No rocknroll, its just soul Aint nuttin changed, I 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 Im very nearly really come 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 _2 legit to quit_ Im not sleazy but I like it nice and easy Aint nuttin changed, I still wear my hair peasy I like to dig it, thats how we done done dug it I tend to work for all the ones who like to wig it *samples cut and scratched by alamo, including I 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 service And when I jump upon a stage Im not a bit nervous I kick the reel to rell, I never been to jail Oops maybe one time but I had a good time I keep my pants saggin, Im never lolligaggin Niggaz 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 and tell her _do the right thing_ Ron studda do the rap, alamoll do the overdub fore we hit these 40s g, we gotta get some grub Grand puba *inhales* let me take a breather Get you hot like a fever, youll be slammin even So dont bother, its the new godfather Tell your godson that grand puba is the one Way back in, history, the prodigal son Was a, wealthy man (2x) [grand puba] Sing it baby, ha ha ha, bust it No more skid row, cant get a show Time to kick a new flow, and make the dough yknow? Im a pisces I like to drink iced teas Im a reeses with all the pieces Or the alomnd with the joy, ten years from a boy When I work out puba go see roys Next to thirty-three, where stud lives You wont catch the puba doin nothin negative Now honey dont like me cause I wont dance like hammer Honey ask hammer, can he speak pubas grammar? I can shake a leg if I want to, but I dont want to Cause thats what my dancers do Now I give the next man his props But when it comes to micraphones, cmon, give me mine hobbes I wont diss the next brother to be great thats not my trade But every brother, aint a brother, word to the mother Or praises to the father, you wanna try to see this Dont even bother! Grand puba, for those who came late You try to step to this, then Ill end up-state Word is bond, lets 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 gon move it like this for the year ninety-two Big up to my man, positive k Big up to my cousin jeff And allatha and allathat This is how we gon 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 Uhh
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