Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2000, artist - Grand Puba. Album song 2000, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.06.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
2000 |
Yeah, bleep bleep bleep |
Hey yo this is how we gonna hit it off… |
So drop the Kronkite nigga (2000) |
Check out how we flip shit for (2000) |
Stud Doogie runnin’shit for (2000) |
Grand Puba flippin’shit 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 |
Nigga 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 niggas 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 shit 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 nigga wanna krib like Eddie Murphy had a boomerang |
So butt niggas 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’niggas down like elevators |
So like Beavis and Butthead…(he he he he) |
Go away like 94, we drop the Kronkite nigga |
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 shit 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 |
Niggas lookin’stupid like their spotted and they urkel |
Did i say that? |
Doogie hits the scratch |
Niggas 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 |
Niggas can’t see this, so you know how that shit goes |
Nigga it’s gonna take a miracle |
Call me a cab so i can ___ away and catch your hi-di-hi-di-ho |
Fuck that, my style’s all that and a bag of snacks |
Ran through Jersey and the pussycat |
I’m the Scooby with the Doo |
I like my philly with the brew |
All ya’ll niggas talkin’shit about Puba, fuck 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, nigga |