Grand Puba - 2000 lyrics
[Grand Puba - 2000 lyrics]
Yeah, bleep bleep bleep
Hey yo this is how we gonna hit it off
So drop the Cronkite nigga (2000)
Check out how we flip shit for (2000)
Stud Doogie runnin' shit for (2000)
Grand Puba flippin' shit for (2000)
Here comes the brotha from the future
Man, I got what suit's ya
Fake mc's go away and let
Your label prostitute ya
Give me my space and let the swinger swing
Nigga don't you know that Jane can't
Even stop this crazy thang
I like to boast cause I'm
The host with the most
Bag a few honeys and i'm (Space Ghost!)
I got niggas head-bobbin' with no problem
I kick 31 flavors so call me Baskin Robbins
Uhh i gets down cause I travel like sound
Grand Puba's so fast they got
My picture on a Greyhound
Here goes the tizm, get ya lifted like izm
If these devils ain't got my money then
I guess I'm goin' off to prison
So honey here's more than a rent
For dollars and sense, see I leave shit bent
So don't even come with that 69, hon
Cause, I told ya last time
68 and I owe ya one
Back up and let Puba do his thing
Cause a nigga wanna crib like
Eddie Murphy had in Boomerang
So butt niggas get the steppin'
I gets to the root like beer
Lyrics flow like an automatic weapon
You can't see this or much greater
Rough like Terminator
Sendin' niggas down like elevators
So like Beavis and Butthead (he he he he)
Go away like 94, we drop the Kronkite nigga
So drop the Cronkite nigga (2000)
Check out how we flip shit for (2000)
Stud Doogie runnin' shit for (2000)
Grand Puba flippin' shit for (2000)
No shame in the game I puts
The pedal to the metal
Be a father to my son
Ask the Bulldogs and Ed O
Puba gots that shit that
Hit's in every ghetto
Straight from New York, LA to Soweto
Honey, there's no need to hunt
Whatever you want
Just make sure when you come
You bring a blunt
This is for the year 2-circle-circle-circle
Niggas lookin' stupid like it's
Friday and they Urkel did I say that?
Doogie hit's the scratch niggas can't match
Baggin' bootys by the batch
That's how we do at a theatre near you
Do the show
Bag the doe and disappear like the zoo
Then I hit home, to rest my dome
Unplug the phone and put a joint on the bone
I kick the style longtime ya know
Niggas can't see this
So you know how that shit goes
Nigga it's gonna take a miracle
Call me a cab so I can
Cal-a-way and catch your hi-di-hi-di-ho
Fuck that
My style's all that and a bag of snacks
Ran through Josie and her pussycat
I'm the Scooby with the Doo
I like my philly with the brew
All ya'll niggas talkin' shit about Puba
Fuck you ya know what you can do?
You can lick the twins when
I pull 'em outta skins
And I put 'em in your face
You can tell me how it tastes
Cause it's the Kronkite, nigga
So drop the Cronkite nigga (2000)
Check out how we flip shit for (2000)
Stud Doogie runnin' shit for (2000)
Grand Puba flippin' shit for (2000)
Hey yo this is how we gonna hit it off
So drop the Cronkite nigga (2000)
Check out how we flip shit for (2000)
Stud Doogie runnin' shit for (2000)
Grand Puba flippin' shit for (2000)
Here comes the brotha from the future
Man, I got what suit's ya
Fake mc's go away and let
Your label prostitute ya
Give me my space and let the swinger swing
Nigga don't you know that Jane can't
Even stop this crazy thang
I like to boast cause I'm
The host with the most
Bag a few honeys and i'm (Space Ghost!)
I got niggas head-bobbin' with no problem
I kick 31 flavors so call me Baskin Robbins
Uhh i gets down cause I travel like sound
Grand Puba's so fast they got
My picture on a Greyhound
Here goes the tizm, get ya lifted like izm
If these devils ain't got my money then
I guess I'm goin' off to prison
So honey here's more than a rent
For dollars and sense, see I leave shit bent
So don't even come with that 69, hon
Cause, I told ya last time
68 and I owe ya one
Back up and let Puba do his thing
Cause a nigga wanna crib like
Eddie Murphy had in Boomerang
So butt niggas get the steppin'
I gets to the root like beer
Lyrics flow like an automatic weapon
You can't see this or much greater
Rough like Terminator
Sendin' niggas down like elevators
So like Beavis and Butthead (he he he he)
Go away like 94, we drop the Kronkite nigga
So drop the Cronkite nigga (2000)
Check out how we flip shit for (2000)
Stud Doogie runnin' shit for (2000)
Grand Puba flippin' shit for (2000)
No shame in the game I puts
The pedal to the metal
Be a father to my son
Ask the Bulldogs and Ed O
Puba gots that shit that
Hit's in every ghetto
Straight from New York, LA to Soweto
Honey, there's no need to hunt
Whatever you want
Just make sure when you come
You bring a blunt
This is for the year 2-circle-circle-circle
Niggas lookin' stupid like it's
Friday and they Urkel did I say that?
Doogie hit's the scratch niggas can't match
Baggin' bootys by the batch
That's how we do at a theatre near you
Do the show
Bag the doe and disappear like the zoo
Then I hit home, to rest my dome
Unplug the phone and put a joint on the bone
I kick the style longtime ya know
Niggas can't see this
So you know how that shit goes
Nigga it's gonna take a miracle
Call me a cab so I can
Cal-a-way and catch your hi-di-hi-di-ho
Fuck that
My style's all that and a bag of snacks
Ran through Josie and her pussycat
I'm the Scooby with the Doo
I like my philly with the brew
All ya'll niggas talkin' shit about Puba
Fuck you ya know what you can do?
You can lick the twins when
I pull 'em outta skins
And I put 'em in your face
You can tell me how it tastes
Cause it's the Kronkite, nigga
So drop the Cronkite nigga (2000)
Check out how we flip shit for (2000)
Stud Doogie runnin' shit for (2000)
Grand Puba flippin' shit for (2000)