| Bust it.
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| Who makes the loot? |
| (Grand Puba)
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| Who makes the loot?
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| Who makes the loot? |
| (Grand Puba)
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| Well who makes the loot? |
| Bust it Goodness grief, let me lighten up the brief
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| Honies spell Grand Puba when they wanna spell relief
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| Who is the man, more than a hundred grand?
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| Give a pound to a friend, put a tool to a clown
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| Damn, bang bang bang, Jimmy Coco Puff
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| Who is the one who gives you nuff?
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| Don’t answer, here comes the flavor
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| And you wanna ask what Grand Puba gave ya?
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| Some dope shit, some real live shit
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| Puba is the one who’s givin fits
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| A new style, new style, are you ready for this type?
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| Now I rock hip, everybody’s rockin hype
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| On the very down low you might see me at a show
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| If the show ain’t for dough then you won’t see the bro
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| The Grand man, just as usual
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| But let me slow down, cause I know I’m confusin y’all
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| Bust it we gon’move on like this
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| I once caught a bid, I never hit skid
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| Never date a girl if the girl got a kid
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| Nah, poppa’s got a brand new bag
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| And I never hit skins once they sag
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| Guy says groovy, you like to see a movie?
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| Stick it in easy, it comes back greasy
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| First to tell you _Slow Down_
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| But be the second to take you Uptown
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| I won’t fall or fumble, trip stagger or stumble
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| Not a soft sucker but I still come humble
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| The next candidate, who holds all the weight
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| It ain’t him or him, you better get the story straight
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| Ron Stud is my DJ makes the girl feel like it’s foreplay
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| Comin like a bull, so you better yell OLE
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| Here is the one, I shine like the sun
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| You get too close, you might get done
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| Yeah.
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| Funky
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| Ain’t nuttin but funky
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| It’s just funky
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| Aiyyo check this out
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| The right type of hype
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| This how we gon’move it for the 90's and the year 2000
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| Check it out
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| Do the knowledge, this ain’t no loop
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| This is some real live funky funky get down on the get down
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| And I’m flowin to this type of hype
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| The bass player’s real, the drummer’s real
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| The bass player’s real, and the drummer’s real
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| Word is bond
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| We got the guitars, everything is live
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| Knahmsayin?
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| Year 2000, it ain’t just a simple loop, so don’t get souped
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| As we hit it with the Brand New Heavies
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| Yeah |