Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 2000 , by - Grand Puba. Song from the album 2000, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |