Grand Puba - 360° (What Goes Around) lyrics

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
"There's just one thing I wanna say"
The reel to reel to reel to reel yo
"There's just one thing I wanna say"
Copy copy copy copy copy
"There's just one thing I wanna say"
We gonna hit it down like this
Y'all know the flav
"There's just one thing I wanna say"
Uh, Alamo, is you wit me?
"What goes around comes back around again"
Stud Doogie, is you wit me?
"What goes around comes back around again"
SOS, is you with me?
"What goes around comes back around again"
Yo this how we gon' bust it down
Yo you know the flavor
"What goes around comes back around again"
You know what time is it, check it, yo
This how we flow

Here comes the Puba and you
Know I won't fake it
Usually bust records on gettin' butt naked
Made for the Benzi, drive a nigga skenzi
Pump the tape, grab your dick
Get with the Puba frenzy
C'mon, honey, sing, don't you try to eject
"Slow Down" is what you say
Once my joint gets erect
Some try to copy but they
Just can't sketch it
Some try to follow but they
Just can't catch it
With the boom boom tap, yeah, all of that
Huh, I'm livin fat, me fall off
There'll be none of that
See, who's the one to flip it? Quick
To tell a nigga to zip it?
Stud drink the forty 'cause we ain't
Got time to sip it grand Puba, God body
Kick some of them, some of those
And some yardies
As dope as they come, suckers sing or hum
Don't try to step to this
You know your shit is slum
First batter up, well
Here's the pitch - it's a curve
Second batter up because the first got served
The one who arouse, as I browse for a blouse
Kick styles by the piles
As I leave a trail for miles
Skins when I please
Hit from here to Tel Aviv i'm gettin' G's
No more time for the line of free cheese
Here's the 411, hun
The one who gets the job done
I know you know the flavor of the Puba

"What goes around comes back around again"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, na nah nah nah nah
This how we bump it yo!
"What goes around comes back around again"
Yaknahmsayin? Big Jeff in the house
We gon' move it like this
"What goes around comes back around again"
Ha hah, Baby Pop Baby Pop in the house
Bust how we bust it down
"What goes around comes back around again"
Y'all you know the flavor
Sincere Allah, check check check check!

Okay, okay, okay, what more could I say?
Alamo get the boom and parlay, parlay
I'm far from the average, civilize a savage
When I'm low on protein
I'm with the bean soup and cabbage
Skins on the diet, kick the flavor
Cause a riot do a show and get the dough and
Then I'm off to the Hyatt
Sometimey on the spliff, ain't no and's or if
And if you really wanna riff
You just might end up playin' stiff
Girbauds hangin' baggy, Hilfiger on the top
Knapsack on the back, that's just my flavor
Akh as my man gives a zigga
Zigga, watchin' three grow bigger, bigger
To Pos K, that's my nigga
Here goes the wreck, whaddayou expect?
If you wanna see some wreck, send cash
Not a check
Grand Puba, more than a public figure
Quick to kick the bone up the
Butt of a gold digger
Now, Tic Tac Toe means I hit three in a row
If I do a show, then you better have my dough
Low, low, well, how low can you go?
Call on Grand Puba if you really need a pro
'Cause my shit's more rugged than GI joe
Don't front, honey, act like you know
Now, big up to my Brooklyn mob
(Brooklyn! Brooklyn)
Big up to my Uptown mob (Uptown! Uptown)
Now, brothers wanna diss me 'cause
It's my turn to burn
My best advice for the brothers is
To sit back and learn
I don't diss nobody to be somebody
I just like to kick the flavor
To make the people party
See, all I'm sayin' is respect due
Those who tried to follow, sorry, I left you
Grand Puba, Stud Doogie, and Alamo
So, if you ever want the flavor
You know where to go now, how we go

Yeah, ha ha ha!
The reel to reel, yeah, yeah, yeah
This is how we move it
You know the flavor, y'all know the flavor
You know the flavor
Here we go yo, and you don't stop
(big up to all the people) big up! Big up!
Big Jeff hold tight! Ha hah, ha hah!
On and on y'all time to get gone
Word is bond