Grand Puba - Lickshot lyrics

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

He's coming, he's coming, he's coming
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 rock'n'roll, it's just soul
Ain't 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 I'm 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
I'm not sleazy but I like it nice and easy
Ain't nuttin changed
I still wear my hair peasy i like to dig it
That's 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"

Check, I get boom service
Just like room service
And when I jump upon a stage
I'm 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, I'm never lolligaggin
Niggas 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 Stud'll do the rap
Alamo'll do the overdub
'Fore we hit these 40's G
We gotta get some grub
Grand Puba inhales Let me take a breather
Get you hot like a fever
You'll be slammin even
So don't bother, it's the new Godfather
Tell your godson that Grand Puba is the one

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

Sing it baby, ha ha ha, bust it
No more skid row, can't get a show
Time to kick a new flow
And make the dough y'know?
I'm a Pisces I like to drink iced teas
I'm a Reese's with all the pieces
Or the Almond with the Joy
Ten years from a boy
When I work out Puba go see Roy's
Next to thirty-three, where Stud lives
You won't catch the Puba doin nothin negative
Now honey don't like me cause
I won't dance like Hammer honey ask Hammer
Can he speak Puba's grammar?
I can shake a leg if I want to
But, I don't want to
Cause that's what my dancers do
Now I give the next man his props
But when it comes to micraphones, c'mon
Give me mine Hobbes
I won't diss the next brother to
Be paid that's not my trade
But every brother, ain't a brother
Word to the mother
All praises to the father
You wanna try to see this don't even bother!
Grand Puba, for those who came late
You try to step to this
Then I'll end up-state
Word is bond, let's 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 sD, in the house
Definitely pumpin the shit like this
And this is how we gon' do it yo
Knowledge Knowledge uhh