[GPM] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
"There's just one thing I wanna say.."
[GPM] The reel to reel to reel to reel yo
"There's just one thing I wanna say.."
[GPM] Copy copy copy copy copy
"There's just one thing I wanna say.."
[GPM] We gonna hit it down like this, y'all know the flav
"There's just one thing I wanna say.."
[GPM] Uhh, Alamo, is you wit me?
"What goes around comes back around again.."
[GPM] Stud Doogie, is you wit me?
"What goes around comes back around again.."
[GPM] S.O.S., is you wit me?
"What goes around comes back around again.."
[GPM] Yo this how we gon' bust it down, yo you know the flavor
"What goes around comes back around again.."
[GPM] You know what time is it, check it yo, this how we flow
[Grand Puba Maxwell]
Here comes the Puba and you know I won't fake it
Usually bust records on gettin butt naked
Made for the Benzi, drive a nigga skins he
pump the tape, grab your dick, get with the Puba frenzy
C'mon honey sing, don't you, try to eject
_Slow Down_'s what you say, once my joint gets erect
Some try to copy but they just can't sketch it
Some try to follow but they just can't catch it
With the boom boom tap, yeah alla dat
Huh, I'm livin fat, me fall off, there'll be none of that
See who's the one to flip it? Quick to tell a nigga to zip it
Stud drink the 40 cause we ain't got time to sip it
Grand Puba got body
Kick some of them, some of those, and some yardies
As dope as they come, suckers sing or hum
Don't try to step to this, you know your shit is slum
First batter up well here's the pitch - it's a curve
Second batter up because the first got served
The one who arouse, as I browse for a blouse
Kick styles by the piles, as I leave a trail for miles
Skins when I please, hit from here to Tel Aviv
I'm gettin G's, no more time for the line of free cheesAll you folks back home
I'll never tell you this
You're not supposed to know
where your daughter is
There are ways of life
you never understood
it's right here
downtown Hllywood
it's afternoon on Sunset Boulevard
i've got a stolen moment trying hard
to write a kind of christmas card
but I am burning out again
tonight there is fever in my veins
mama, dear
all the love you gave
i guess there's really nothing
nothing much to save
this place is as dirty as I feel myself
there are still some riches
at the Roosevelt
that evening prayer
those memories
in my little bedroom, mama, on my knees
that's where I'm at
down in Los Angeles
And I am burning out again
and I must rise above the shame
tonigh there is fever in my veins
just think of the girl I used to be
you were my age once, mama
twenty-three
i can still hear some of the songs you used to play
from that summer of love in '68
seems it's turned into a winter of hate
and I am burning out again