[Grand Puba] Flow like fluid, watch me do it Ain't nuttin to it once the Grand run through it More fame than the Pac-10, ain't no distractin Took your star, reactin like fast actin Tinactin Start a mack trend once the rhyme style blends Niggaz bite the style like Lexus different rims Civilized flow, time to put it on go Some do anything for dough like a hustle point oh so Move out my way cause I've been belted by gamma ray Puba don't play, maintain from {?} to Amaway{?} Once of the best, the dish niggaz can't {?} Cause your style been exposed like assholes and toilet bowls Grand Puba my nigga my dawg Before my first girl kissed was a frog on the log Now I be the Prince, stackin green like the Grinch One time for your mind as we educate the blind
[Lord Jamar] Uhh, in ninety-eight you still find me at the weed gate Nigga we straight, even though we dropped late Hit the record shop and cop the tape If it's hot give me props if it's not you can skate On the block with the Jake, hit you with the sock with the lock in the face, we rock in the place And I ain't got a problem with droppin the bass So it's get the option every time in the place Foul concoctions like base Went from a child now I'm standin in my pop's place With the hot taste, LP's or CD's Peace to LG and all G-O-D's This shit is C.O.D., s'meanin cash on delivery If chivalry is dead, go and tell a fuckin chickenhead She'll never get shit from the dread Hit her with a dick, book for the head - the head
[Sadat X] You know I be to myself and I stay aight And the old grey van can still get me around Cause I'm the style talker, the street walker A measure of a man who's like a native New Yorker You see me over here with these cats over there Have no fear, cause Dottie X is here And we rock, a to the non-stop And we rock, and then throw on a cop Kid you ain't doin nuttin here so get the fuck out Knife ending +Thriller+ with the cold can of smoke I can't sport a rope if I could, we'd all be rich I leave a piece of my style flyin high up near And you say to yourself damn I'm glad I was there This is as rare as me freakin Cher Y'all people stare but behind closed doors y'all'll take it there Some cats is frontin like The Mask, dude you ain't got to ask Take your best shit to trash and heat up, and blow the street up
[Grand Puba] Hot microphone bandits here to vandalize your system Told you once before but y'all niggaz don't listen Cue the line right fast and watch the punchline Turned around and flashed ya more faster than a Born Master Master Hold up, stop, rewind that part Find a God to translate cause the punchline is great You feelin this Son, you dig the way it's gettin done? Can you find some niggaz hyper? Ehh, Non Cipher
[Lord Jamar] I believe the life giver, life taker, the owner and the maker Used to bone a shorty in Jamaica Now I be the dice shaker, cold like an ice maker Roll herb with the rice paper Used to get stole for the paper Now we rock gold from the greatest story ever told They call me bold for the shit that I be sayin on the mic Y'all niggaz be playin on the mic, peace to all my A-Alikes
[Sadat X] I need the A collars, green dollars, see who follows Stack up and retreat, go from street to street so he can eat They say all niggaz can keep a beat Say hot to death in the project heat I might speak if you lift yo' feet, any higher I'ma touch, but first let me play my Willie Hutch I'm Old New York, like the Dutch and the redskins Disease and whack chicks nowadays make me dead skins Do I have real friends or do they got their own ends? Well let me be the only one at the bar who spends
[Outro] It's like that y'all, and you don't stop Well check it out now, and keep on Alamo, rock the house and Sadat X, rock the house and Lord Jamar, rock the house and Grand Puba, rock the house huh A check it out now, to the beat huh A check it out now, a what what huh And here we go now, a one time Uhh, hey Jeff what they say y'all?
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Copy to Clipboard: [Grand Puba] Flow like fluid, watch me do it Ain't nuttin to it once the Grand run through it More fame than the Pac-10, ain't no distractin Took your star, reactin like fast actin Tinactin Start a mack trend once the rhyme style blends Niggaz bite the style like Lexus different rims Civilized flow, time to put it on go Some do anything for dough like a hustle point oh so Move out my way cause I've been belted by gamma ray Puba don't play, maintain from {?} to Amaway{?} Once of the best, the dish niggaz can't {?} Cause your style been exposed like assholes and toilet bowls Grand Puba my nigga my dawg Before my first girl kissed was a frog on the log Now I be the Prince, stackin green like the Grinch One time for your mind as we educate the blind
[Lord Jamar] Uhh, in ninety-eight you still find me at the weed gate Nigga we straight, even though we dropped late Hit the record shop and cop the tape If it's hot give me props if it's not you can skate On the block with the Jake, hit you with the sock with the lock in the face, we rock in the place And I ain't got a problem with droppin the bass So it's get the option every time in the place Foul concoctions like base Went from a child now I'm standin in my pop's place With the hot taste, LP's or CD's Peace to LG and all G-O-D's This shit is C.O.D., s'meanin cash on delivery If chivalry is dead, go and tell a fuckin chickenhead She'll never get shit from the dread Hit her with a dick, book for the head - the head
[Sadat X] You know I be to myself and I stay aight And the old grey van can still get me around Cause I'm the style talker, the street walker A measure of a man who's like a native New Yorker You see me over here with these cats over there Have no fear, cause Dottie X is here And we rock, a to the non-stop And we rock, and then throw on a cop Kid you ain't doin nuttin here so get the fuck out Knife ending +Thriller+ with the cold can of smoke I can't sport a rope if I could, we'd all be rich I leave a piece of my style flyin high up near And you say to yourself damn I'm glad I was there This is as rare as me freakin Cher Y'all people stare but behind closed doors y'all'll take it there Some cats is frontin like The Mask, dude you ain't got to ask Take your best shit to trash and heat up, and blow the street up
[Grand Puba] Hot microphone bandits here to vandalize your system Told you once before but y'all niggaz don't listen Cue the line right fast and watch the punchline Turned around and flashed ya more faster than a Born Master Master Hold up, stop, rewind that part Find a God to translate cause the punchline is great You feelin this Son, you dig the way it's gettin done? Can you find some niggaz hyper? Ehh, Non Cipher
[Lord Jamar] I believe the life giver, life taker, the owner and the maker Used to bone a shorty in Jamaica Now I be the dice shaker, cold like an ice maker Roll herb with the rice paper Used to get stole for the paper Now we rock gold from the greatest story ever told They call me bold for the shit that I be sayin on the mic Y'all niggaz be playin on the mic, peace to all my A-Alikes
[Sadat X] I need the A collars, green dollars, see who follows Stack up and retreat, go from street to street so he can eat They say all niggaz can keep a beat Say hot to death in the project heat I might speak if you lift yo' feet, any higher I'ma touch, but first let me play my Willie Hutch I'm Old New York, like the Dutch and the redskins Disease and whack chicks nowadays make me dead skins Do I have real friends or do they got their own ends? Well let me be the only one at the bar who spends
[Outro] It's like that y'all, and you don't stop Well check it out now, and keep on Alamo, rock the house and Sadat X, rock the house and Lord Jamar, rock the house and Grand Puba, rock the house huh A check it out now, to the beat huh A check it out now, a what what huh And here we go now, a one time Uhh, hey Jeff what they say y'all?
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