Grand Puba - 2000 lyrics

Yeah, bleep bleep bleep Hey yo this is how we gonna hit it off... Chorus: So drop the kronkite n***a (2000) Check out how we flip sh** for (2000) Stud doogie runnin' sh** for (2000) Grand puba flippin' sh** for (2000) Here comes the brotha from the future Man, i got what suits ya Fake mc's go away and let your label prostitute ya Give me my space and let the swinger swing n***a don't you know that jane can't even stop this crazy thang I like to boast cause i'm the host with the most Bag a few honeys and i'm... (space ghost!!!) I got n***as head-bobbin' with no problem I kick 31 flavors so call me basket robbins, uhh I gets down cause i travel like sound Grand puba's so fast they got my picture on a greyhound Here goes the tizm, get ya lifted like izm If these devils ain't got my money then i got some off the prison So honey here's more than a rent For dollars and sense, see i leave sh** bent So don't even come with that 69, hon Cause i told ya last time, 68 and i owe ya one Back up and let puba do his thing, Cause a n***a wanna krib like eddie murphy had a boomerang So bu*t n***as get the steppin' I gets to the root like beer Lyrics flow like an automatic weapon You can't see this or much greater, Rough like terminator, sendin' n***as down like elevators So like beavis and bu*thead...(he he he he)

Go away like 94, we drop the kronkite n***a Chorus No shame in the game i puts the pedal to the metal Be a father to my son, ask the bulldogs and pedal (?) Puba gots that sh** that hits in every ghetto Straight from new york, l.a. to ____ Honey, there's no need to hunt Whatever you want, just make sure when you come you bring a blunt This is for the year 2-circle-circle-circle n***as lookin' stupid like their spotted and they urkel Did i say that? Doogie hits the scratch n***as can't match, baggin' bootys by the batch That's how we do at a theatre near you Do the show, bag the doe and disappear like the zoo Then i hit home, to rest my dome Unplug the phone and put a joint on the bone I kick the style longtime ya know n***as can't see this, so you know how that sh** goes n***a it's gonna take a miracle Call me a cab so i can ___ away and catch your hi-di-hi-di-ho f** that, my style's all that and a bag of snacks Ran through jersey and the p**ycat I'm the scooby with the doo I like my philly with the brew All ya'll n***as talkin' sh** about puba, f** you... Ya know what you can do? You can lick the twins when i pull 'em outta skins And i put 'em in your face, you can tell me how it tastes Cause its the kronkite, n***a Chorus