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Alright
I want to put your hands together
And to on a brother
That's bound to lay more dips in your
More in your stride
And if you don't dig what's
You got the wrong damn

He's coming, coming, he's coming
He's coming, he's coming, he's
He's coming, coming, he's coming
He's coming, he's coming, he's
He's coming, he's coming, coming
coming, he's coming, he's coming
He's coming, he's coming, coming
He's coming, coming, he's coming

Bo! for the blood claat
Talkin what not, Puba come and hit on the right spot
Rhyme teller for the and the fellas
And I kick the flavor for my fellow ghetto dwellers
No rock'n'roll, it's soul
Ain't nuttin changed, I like to hit the hole
With my pole, smoke a stog' and then I
And when my corn hurts I a Dr. Scholl
I make beats, I hit sheets
I build with the Gods to get the addicts off the nod
Grand Puba, and I drop a yearly
And I'm very nearly really come to shit like daily
My is bond, so you brothers better move on
You your wack style, come play the horn
Grand Maxwell, not on the Hollywood tip
Here comes a brother than, 2 Legit to Quit
I'm not sleazy but I it nice and easy
nuttin changed, I still wear my hair peasy
I like to dig it, how we done done dug it
I to work for all the ones who like to wig it

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

Second time

Check, I get boom service just like room
And when I upon a stage I'm not a bit nervous
I the reel to rell, I never been to jail
Oops maybe one but I had a good time
I keep my pants saggin, I'm lolligaggin
Niggaz try to copy they on the bandwagon
I my thing I do I pull a hamstring and then I call a old fling
Gotta her and tell her, Do the Right Thing
Ron Studda do the rap, Alamo'll do the
'Fore we hit these 40's G, we get some grub
Puba, Let me take a breather
Get you hot like a fever, you'll be slammin
So bother, it's the new Godfather
Tell godson that Grand Puba is the one

Way in, history, the Prodigal Son
Was a, man
Way back in, history, the Son
Was a, man

it baby, ha ha ha, bust it
No more skid row, can't get a
Time to kick a new flow, and make the dough
I'm a I like to drink iced teas
I'm a Reese's all the pieces
Or the Alomnd with the Joy, ten from a boy
When I work out Puba go see
Next to three, where Stud lives
You won't catch the Puba doin nothin
Now honey don't like me cause I won't like Hammer
Honey ask Hammer, can he Puba's grammar?
I can shake a leg if I want to, but I want to
Cause that's my dancers do
Now I give the next man his
But it comes to micraphones, c'mon, give me mine Hobbes
I won't diss the next to be great that's not my trade
But every brother, ain't a brother, word to the
Or to the father, you wanna try to see this
even bother
Grand Puba, for who came late
You try to step to this, then I'll end
is bond, let's move on and on and on
Here we go, we go, here we go, here we go
Big up to my Now Rule
All the ones, not the fool ones
And we gon' it like this for the year ninety-two
Big up to my man, K
Big up to my Jeff
And and allathat
This is how we gon' this yo, word is bond
S.D., in the
Definitely pumpin the shit like
And is how we gon' do it yo
Knowledge
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