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Alright
I y'all to put your hands together
And to on a brother
bound to lay more dips in your hips
More in your stride
And if you dig what's next
You got the damn address

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

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

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

Second time

Check, I get boom service like room service
And when I jump upon a stage I'm not a bit
I the reel to rell, I never been to jail
maybe one time but I had a good time
I my pants saggin, I'm never lolligaggin
try to copy this they on the bandwagon
I shake my thing I do I pull a and then I call a old fling
Gotta Spike her and 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
Grand Puba, Let me take a
Get you hot like a fever, you'll be slammin
So don't bother, it's the new
Tell your godson that Grand is the one

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

Sing it baby, ha ha ha, it
No more skid row, get a show
Time to a new flow, and make the dough y'know?
I'm a Pisces I like to drink teas
I'm a Reese's all the pieces
Or the with the Joy, ten years from a boy
When I out Puba go see Roy's
to thirty three, where Stud lives
You won't catch the doin nothin negative
Now honey don't like me I won't dance like Hammer
ask Hammer, can he speak Puba's grammar?
I can shake a leg if I to, but I don't want to
Cause that's what my do
Now I the next man his props
But when it comes to micraphones, c'mon, give me Hobbes
I won't diss the next brother to be great that's not my
But brother, ain't a brother, word to the mother
Or to the father, you wanna try to see this
Don't even
Grand Puba, for those who came
You try to step to this, I'll end up-state
is bond, let's move on and on and on
Here we go, here we go, here we go, we go
Big up to my Now Rule
All the cool ones, not the fool
And we gon' it like this for the year ninety-two
Big up to my man, K
Big up to my cousin
And and allathat
This is how we gon' this yo, word is bond
S.D., in the
Definitely pumpin the shit this
And this is how we do it yo
Knowledge
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