| Just feel me now, it’s time to do this here
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| Pull the clutch and pop that ass in gear
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| 2-K-2, well baby it’s our year
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| No need to fear because Puba’s here
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| So ain’t no need to be curious
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| Listen, love this is something serious
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| Don’t stop girl just hurt shit
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| Work it, work it, work it Me and you, one on one
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| Baby don’t stop now, cause here I come
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| It’s the Grand Puba baby and I think you aught to know that
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| Don’t forget mommie, write it down, take a Kodak
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| Shorties feel my flow, always wanna know my Zodac
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| Pisces at one time but it changed into dollar sign
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| It only takes one line for me to make love to ya mind
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| Dose of it and get a feel free to press rewind
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| Know for spittin’flames, watch me drop it like some rain
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| Lop side em’in this game, so you tell me who is sane
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| Styles so sick my engineer’s a paramedic
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| Shorty could I what, no sugar I’m diabetic
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| Grand Puba garbage, not in ya wildest wishes
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| Decide to crack it on the corner seein’the full click
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| Miss Prissy, straight from the big titty committee
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| Low down and gritty, hickey’d up plus strictly dick me Nervous, best believe that shorty work this
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| Pop lip service, tip of the tongue tap cervix
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| Cry baby, dangerous my curves get
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| Never fuckin’with Johnny 5 niggas with short circuits
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| R rated and stay heavily sedated
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| Half black and half native get pages from plays, uh The pussy smile when you lick shots like fo’pounds
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| Got me wetter than the ocean, don’t drown
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| Sex me on the average, call me mamacita
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| Puff reefer up in killer Cam, horse and carriage
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| Bastards, yell 96 backwards, shakin’our asses
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| And easy is not the access
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| Niggas ask for sex, I’m actin’deaf
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| Leave em’cashless, money magnet
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| Practice my bad habits
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| Listen, you must be gettin’me confused with chicken
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| Holdin’ya jewels politickin''pissin'in mouths
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| The obstetricians that use two fingers like Richard Nixon
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| Rodeo addiction, more than one position
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| Longer than the eye but really
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| Raised higher than the papa willy
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| Twist my nipples better than Phillies
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| Cop a tone, give it three rings, pick up the phone
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| Niggas fiend to get in my jeans like the chromosome
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| Check the sex, the voice ain’t baritone
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| Shit ain’t fully grown, drop me off at home
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| Better yet let cha’tongue roam
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| Ya options blown so baby stop and where we hop in the zone
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| Turn hard niggas, even looks can be deceivin'
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| Divine speakin’unleashin’vaginal secretions
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| The nigga hungry this evening, I’m gonna feed him
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| While bitches givin’and fuckin’for things ya put cha’feet in |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What U Want , by - Grand Puba. Song from the album Understand This, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп