| One one
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| Two.two, one two
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| Yeah.
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| Right now, Grand Puba 'bout to blow this mic out
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| Got’cha movin like roaches with the lights out
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| Finger-lickin like chicken in a dyke’s house
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| Don’t stop, get it poppin like Redenbacher
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| Move more feet than Koreans in a nail shop
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| Keep it ghetto like Bodega’s after twelve o’clock
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| Shorty shakin like a chick up in the booty spot
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| That’s what’s up, can’t you smell what the Pub-ah cookin
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| Got a girl with a wife on his side and still lookin
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| You know my style is +Always+ like Coca-Cola
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| I flip out like Skytel-Motorola
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| In two-thou, my new Benz is ridin solar
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| And my seed got a V8 in the stroller
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| You know the 4−1-1, see it’s time to make the paper pile
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| Ain’t no need to act funny style
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| Ain’t no need to stop (Uh)
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| Puba 'bout to drop (Yeah)
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| Get that ass (What?) Out on that floor (Uh-huh)
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| Know we keep it hot (Yeah)
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| Give it all ya got (Uh)
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| Move it up and down like a Chevy 6−4 (Yeah)
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| You know how it’s going down
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| Grand Puba is back in town
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| Baby ain’t no time to climb
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| Go up and down and up and down
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| Now you may ask yourself who the hell I be
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| Some consider me, a legend emcee
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| Who never wear platinum or wore less gold
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| I been makin y’all move since I was nineteen years old
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| Listen I’ve been ballin in this game a long time
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| Been through more counties than the Greyhound line
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| Grand Puba, Brand Nub' affiliate
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| Twelfth birthday I got my first Big Willy pit
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| Mad love for the game ever since I was a youth
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| Used to set up my equipment on the project roof
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| Two turntables, microphone, and some vinyls
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| Now I bounce through town in a smoked out rider
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| Let’s get it crackin if ya know how it’s goin down
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| Don’t stop, get it get it, shake ya body to the ground
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| Grand Puba gettin all up in that skull
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| Shine so hard I make ice look dull
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| Grand Puba still settin new trends (Mm-hmm)
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| Still runnin with the Nubians (Mm-hmm)
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| Still in the Range when I’m not in the Benz (Mm-hmm)
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| You don’t know, ya better ask your friends (Mm-hmm)
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| Who wants to be a millionaire?
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| Buy a mansion next door to the Beck’s in Bel-Air
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| And chip paper like he don’t care
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| Buy all the shit that you want and need
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| In the Y2K I’m like the gameshow Greed |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Up & Down , by - Grand Puba. Song from the album Understand This, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп