Grand Puba Lyrics
Grand Puba Lyrics
"I Like It (I Wanna Be Where You Are) Lyrics"
Voice in the Crowd Lyrics
There's something I have to tell you Before it's too late There's someone needs a timing I could be the same Got to listen to you clearly Would you understand it all Would you hold it all together Do we run up in the bar Everyone needs someone to listen to If you don't want to shine on Could you know it all And if someone lay before you know it could be true A voice in the crowd You cam
There's something I have to tell you Before it's too late There's someone needs a timing I could be the same Got to listen to you clearly Would you understand it all Would you hold it all together Do we run up in the bar Everyone needs someone to listen to If you don't want to shine on Could you know it all And if someone lay before you know it could be true A voice in the crowd You cam
Intro:
Yeah
Ladies and gentlemen, I've found him
I want you to meet the baddest motherfucker (right on, right on, right on)
Who is it?
Well its Grand Puba honey
With my man snug doogie love
Droppin' 2000, dig the way this go down
Check it
Verse 1:
I hit a flow all dipped in lotion
Sit back and sip moe as I'm countin' my doe
Grand Puba macks well, Doogie, comin' with the New York
We keep it real like jail when we might talk
Honies know 'cause when I'm in the set
Grand Puba is the one who makes they stink box wet
So let me tell ya somethin' lady
When ya flow this flow then its all cream and baby
I made this one for the brothers in the party
To find a hottie
And dance body to body
Step one: first you grab honey by the waist
Step two: then you move at a ghetto pace
Step three: then ya look her dead in t
32 Flavors Lyrics
Squint your eyes and look closer I'm not between you and your ambition I am a poster girl with no poster, I am 32 flavors and then some And I'm beyond your peripheral vision so you might want to turn your head 'Cause someday you're going to get hungry and eat all of the words that you just said I am what I am, I am 32 flavors and then some God help you if you are an ugly girl Course too pretty is also your doomhe face
Step four: now its time to leave this place
Hold up, be careful of the cheesa's
The teasa's, the one who wants the money and the visa's
I'ma tell honies straight off the bat
But please don't even go there with that, Dig it
This ones designed to make your spine in your back wind
Grand Puba lights it up for you every time
Chorus:
Ooooh, yeah I like it
And ya say New York City (I like it)
Ooooh, yeah I like it
And ya and ya say New York City (I like it)
Ooooh, yeah I like it
And ya say New York City (I like it)
Ooooh yeah I lke it
And ya say ( I like it)
Verse 2:
Could it be I've stayed away too long
Seems MC's be wishing I was gone
Because they wanna be where I are
But ya can't get that far
So stop wishing on a star
Its only one Grand P, so honey do what you did on the night you creeped with
Its no doubt I come real with that
The butter track
The one that makes the honeis hit the bed mat
Im energetic, poetic, athletic, with good credit
So just move like I'm simon and I said it
Ya see my flow is just a step ahead
I'm still wicked in a bed because I'm down right nasty like newlyweds
So back up and let me breathe, 'cause when it comes to gettin' down
I'm gettin' looser than a crackheads hair weave
And I, bet ya my dolly, while ya never find another style like this
If ya search a million miles
So why'n cha let Puba ingnite your party
I hit a flow liike Al Jarrow
But I've been doin' this for years
I'm leavin' MC's in tears,tears; dig it
Cause they fallin' just like the rain
Grand Puba's too much for the brain
Now gold diggers who try to get it
I left 'em backwardds, they thought they farted when they shitted
Squint your eyes and look closer I'm not between you and your ambition I am a poster girl with no poster, I am 32 flavors and then some And I'm beyond your peripheral vision so you might want to turn your head 'Cause someday you're going to get hungry and eat all of the words that you just said I am what I am, I am 32 flavors and then some God help you if you are an ugly girl Course too pretty is also your doom
Step four: now its time to leave this place
Hold up, be careful of the cheesa's
The teasa's, the one who wants the money and the visa's
I'ma tell honies straight off the bat
But please don't even go there with that, Dig it
This ones designed to make your spine in your back wind
Grand Puba lights it up for you every time
Chorus:
Ooooh, yeah I like it
And ya say New York City (I like it)
Ooooh, yeah I like it
And ya and ya say New York City (I like it)
Ooooh, yeah I like it
And ya say New York City (I like it)
Ooooh yeah I lke it
And ya say ( I like it)
Verse 2:
Could it be I've stayed away too long
Seems MC's be wishing I was gone
Because they wanna be where I are
But ya can't get that far
So stop wishing on a star
Its only one Grand P, so honey do what you did on the night you creeped with
Area 51 Lyrics
You and I have the same dream Caught in the hills where the tunnel screams Watching the sky come apart at the seams And the lights of the landing machines And it's hot like infra-red Cutting it's way to the burning bed Then that blurring, swirling heat Starts to lift me off my feat Situation's out of hand Ain't no way turning back We've been suspended in our past Breaking planes of the parallel
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meYou and I have the same dream Caught in the hills where the tunnel screams Watching the sky come apart at the seams And the lights of the landing machines And it's hot like infra-red Cutting it's way to the burning bed Then that blurring, swirling heat Starts to lift me off my feat Situation's out of hand Ain't no way turning back We've been suspended in our past Breaking planes of the parallel
Its no doubt I come real with that
The butter track
The one that makes the honeis hit the bed mat
Im energetic, poetic, athletic, with good credit
So just move like I'm simon and I said it
Ya see my flow is just a step ahead
I'm still wicked in a bed because I'm down right nasty like newlyweds
So back up and let me breathe, 'cause when it comes to gettin' down
I'm gettin' looser than a crackheads hair weave
And I, bet ya my dolly, while ya never find another style like this
If ya search a million miles
So why'n cha let Puba ingnite your party
I hit a flow liike Al Jarrow
But I've been doin' this for years
I'm leavin' MC's in tears,tears; dig it
Cause they fallin' just like the rain
Grand Puba's too much for the brain
Now gold diggers who try to get it
I left 'em backwardds, they thought they farted when they shitted
Are You Ready For Summer Lyrics
Are you ready for the summer? Are you ready for the good times? Are you ready for the sunshine to come down... to come down? Hey, you said Yeah! Hey. Yeah Man. Alright. Hey. Yeah man. Yeah. Alright. Are you ready for the summer? Are you ready for the black rain? Are you ready for your hippie shit to go down... to go down? Hey you said Yeah. Cool. Yeah Man. Alright. Groovy. Cool Man. Yeah. Alright. Whoo!BR>
Cause Puba's everything, and everything is Pu
Cause I hit'em with the (one), and then with the (two)
Yeah, 'cause that's just how Grand Pu and Sadat doogie do
Ya didn't know I was the bomb baby
Somebody should've told you, somebody should have told you
Chorus:
Ooooh, yeah I like it (I like it)
Ooooh, yeah I like it (I like it)
And ya say New York City
Ooooh, yeah I like it (no doubt)
And ya say New York City
Ooooh, yeah I like it
Ha ha, and ya say
'Cause we get down for ours we get down no doubt
Down for ours we get down no doubt
Down for ours we get down no doubt
Down for ours we get down
Cause we get down for ours we get down no doubt
Down for ours we get down no doubt
Down for ours we get down no doubt
Ninety-five flav, and I'm out
(Oooh, yeah I like it)
(Oooh, yeah. . . . . I like it)
Are you ready for the summer? Are you ready for the good times? Are you ready for the sunshine to come down... to come down? Hey, you said Yeah! Hey. Yeah Man. Alright. Hey. Yeah man. Yeah. Alright. Are you ready for the summer? Are you ready for the black rain? Are you ready for your hippie shit to go down... to go down? Hey you said Yeah. Cool. Yeah Man. Alright. Groovy. Cool Man. Yeah. Alright. Whoo!
Cause I hit'em with the (one), and then with the (two)
Yeah, 'cause that's just how Grand Pu and Sadat doogie do
Ya didn't know I was the bomb baby
Somebody should've told you, somebody should have told you
Chorus:
Ooooh, yeah I like it (I like it)
Ooooh, yeah I like it (I like it)
And ya say New York City
Ooooh, yeah I like it (no doubt)
And ya say New York City
Ooooh, yeah I like it
Ha ha, and ya say
'Cause we get down for ours we get down no doubt
Down for ours we get down no doubt
Down for ours we get down no doubt
Down for ours we get down
Cause we get down for ours we get down no doubt
Down for ours we get down no doubt
Down for ours we get down no doubt
Ninety-five flav, and I'm out
(Oooh, yeah I like it)
(Oooh, yeah. . . . . I like it)