Grand Puba Lyrics
Grand Puba Lyrics
"Who Makes The Loot? (Bonus Track) Lyrics"
Honduras Lyrics
In Honduras cotton smoked and burned for days To be outdone by Guatamala To be outdone by Texas With a pitchfork and a bell Grubby little runners bring her news of me second hand I won't tell her roaches eat my clay sculpture I wanna tell her I am headle
In Honduras cotton smoked and burned for days To be outdone by Guatamala To be outdone by Texas With a pitchfork and a bell Grubby little runners bring her news of me second hand I won't tell her roaches eat my clay sculpture I wanna tell her I am headle
* DJ cut n scratch: "Everybody's talkin bout the" * (Grand Puba)
[Grand Puba Maxwell]
Bust it..
Who makes the loot? (Grand Puba)
Who makes the loot?
Who makes the loot? (Grand Puba)
Well who makes the loot? Bust it
Goodness grief, let me lighten up the brief
Honies spell Grand Puba when they wanna spell relief
Who is the man, more than a hundred grand?
Give a pound to a friend, put a tool to a clown
Damn, bang bang bang, Jimmy Coco Puff
Who is the one who gives you nuff?
Don't answer, here comes the flavor
And you wanna ask what Grand Puba gave ya
Paint The Town Redneck Lyrics
(Richard Fagan/Steve O'Brien) All week long I been workin' that nine to five Dreamin' in color but livin' in black and white Monday to Friday ain't nothing but shades of gray But tonight I'm gonna party All my blue collar blues away I'm a paint the town redneck when I get my pay
?(Richard Fagan/Steve O'Brien) All week long I been workin' that nine to five Dreamin' in color but livin' in black and white Monday to Friday ain't nothing but shades of gray But tonight I'm gonna party All my blue collar blues away I'm a paint the town redneck when I get my pay
Some dope shit, some real live shit
Puba is the one who's givin fits
A new style, new style, are you ready for this type?
Now I rock hip, everybody's rockin hype
On the very down low you might see me at a show
If the show ain't for dough then you won't see the bro
The Grand man, just as usual
But let me slow down, cause I know I'm confusin y'all
* DJ cut n scratch: "Everybody's talkin bout the" * (Grand Puba)
[Grand Puba Maxwell]
Bust it we gon' move on like this
I once caught a bid, I never hit skid
Never date a girl if the girl got a kid
Nah, poppa's
If They Knew Lyrics
(Dallas Austin, Ricciano Lumpkins, Lisa Lopes/Marshall Lorenzo Martin, and Tionne "T-Boz" Watkins) 1999 Cyptron Music/EMI Blackwood Music (BMI) Butterjinx Music (BMI), U.N.I. Publishing, Inc (ASCAP) and Grung Girl Music (ASCAP) Chorus: T-Boz & Chilli: I don't kn
got a brand new bag(Dallas Austin, Ricciano Lumpkins, Lisa Lopes/Marshall Lorenzo Martin, and Tionne "T-Boz" Watkins) 1999 Cyptron Music/EMI Blackwood Music (BMI) Butterjinx Music (BMI), U.N.I. Publishing, Inc (ASCAP) and Grung Girl Music (ASCAP) Chorus: T-Boz & Chilli: I don't kn
And I never hit skins once they sag
Guy says groovy, you like to see a movie?
Stick it in easy, it comes back greasy
First to tell you _Slow Down_
But be the second to take you Uptown
I won't fall or fumble, trip stagger or stumble
Not a soft sucker but I still come humble
The next candidate, who holds all the weight
It ain't him or him, you better get the story straight
Ron Stud is my DJ makes the girl feel like it's foreplay
Comin like a bull, so you better yell OLE
Here is the one, I shine like the sun
You get too close, you might get done
Yeah..
Find Our Way Home Lyrics
He believed in the things That he always thought he knew And had done all the things That he always wanted to do Collecting Each thing reflecting his worth But now he pondered How he had wandered this earth For we all seem to give our lives
He believed in the things That he always thought he knew And had done all the things That he always wanted to do Collecting Each thing reflecting his worth But now he pondered How he had wandered this earth For we all seem to give our lives
Funky
Ain't nuttin but funky
It's just funky
Aiyyo check this out
The right type of hype
This how we gon' move it for the 90's and the year 2000
Check it out
Do the knowledge, this ain't no loop
This is some real live funky funky get down on the get down
And I'm flowin to this type of hype
The bass player's real, the drummer's real
The bass player's real, and the drummer's real
Word is bond
We got the guitars, everything is live
Knahmsayin?
Year 2000, it ain't just a simple loop, so don't get souped
As we hit it with the Brand New Heavies
Yeah