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Here's that shit, yaknahmsayin'? As we bounce it like this For those who don't like it Hey, yeah, yeah Yeah yeah, hey Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, hey Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey It's just that shit, just that shit That same ol' shit, that same ol' shit Yeah, yeah, it's time to hit the wreck What you expect, check out how we connect Well, it's the reel to reel, it's the reel Well, it's the reel to reel, well, it's the reel It's the reel to reel, it's the reel Well, it's the reel to reel, it's the reel It's time to shake that shit because you know this one's The answer, Hon's cut off, 'cause I smoke boom, my sign is cancer Time to clear the pack 'cause here comes Mr. Jolly Rancher Who's gonna flip that shit? You know the answer Jump into my briefs, because the boxers my jewels jingle I got a girl, but you can play me like I'm single Don't worry hon, my pops showed me where it tingle It's time to catch on, to this Grand Puba lingo No fuss, don't worry, toys ain't us Some call me horny so just call me Mr. Lust Dope shit we got it so it's time to get retarded So play like Handiman and lah-guu-guu got it No fakes see we got it what it takes We stay far away from snakes, sippin' on the chitlin' shakes You know the deal, on how we really feel C'mon hon, this shit is real 'Cause it's the reel to reel, it's the reel Well, it's the reel to reel, it's the reel, Stud Doogie Aiyyo, it's the reel to reel, it's the reel, Alamo Well, it's the reel to reel, it's the reel Now, back at it is a dope rhyme addict Niggaz try to copy but man your shit has had it So just let me do my thang, for all my people, hey, hey, hey It doesn't matter the demo, just to keep it simple Take the A-Train to the show so you can cancel the Limo Stud Doogie, Alamo is on the top top, top top And if ain't a zigga, zigga then it ain't hip-hop, hip-hop I like when girls shake they booty to the rhymes That I send 'em, some look good, so pardon if I bend 'em Used to live in the rule, smoke a mic like kools Niggaz that I used to swing with is smokin' wools Damn they won't drop it, I strive to make them stop it That shit's depressin' so let me change the topic Honey, how's it feel when the real shit hits ya? Hey yo, Puba that shit is real, chill I get witcha Here's my number, just gimme a call {The number you have reached Has been temporarily, disconnected} Oh shit, must how I played her out, yeah fuck it So I go and get a guinness stout just waitin' for the Next young girl to sprout, aw man, mommy better not Let her out, Grand Puba, Stud Doogie, Alamo to hit The right spot, back up diddy claat, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, here's the resume for the day, check the 4-1-1 hon, now check it yo, before we bounce on off Like we gon' end it like this, on that realism Yaknahmsayin'? The flavortism, check it yo, do them one Now big up to my people in 60, 60 Big up to my people in 70, 70 Big up to my people in 81, 81 Big up to my people in 51, 51 Big up to my people in 80's This is how we move on, so don't act shady Grand Puba, Stud Doogie and Alamo Catch on yo, 'cause this is how it go Yeah yeah, ha hah, you know the flavor Right up on out of here yaknahmsayin'? The big kids in the house, toys ain't us, word is bond This is that high tech shit knahmsayin'? This ain't no Playland shit, nah Great Adventures or Ashley Park All of that shit, Kingdom of Whatever I don't give a fuck where you're at This is where you got to be You know what I'm sayin'? Stud Doogie how we bounce on, yaknahm sayin'? Yeah, yeah, Coney Island, word up, that's good |