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Grand Puba lyrics - 2000

Very Special

Original and similar lyrics
Hook: Grand Puba is (very special) uh ha uh ha (x4) Verse 1: Now many guys may come to you With a line that isn't true And you, pass them by (pass them by) But it doesn't mean a thing Cause Grand Puba got that game so won't cha, let me try (let me try) Now just because I drive a Mercedes Benz (whooa yeah yeah) That don't mean I'm gonna be trickin' on skins See all I'm sayin' is (la la la la la la la la love me) It's Grand P (twist the L yo twist the L) See I'm sayin' just (la la la la la la la la love me) It's Grand P (twist the L yo twist the L) Here goes the man with the pecan tan The one who flims the flam the one who plays weak MC's out like ham I got the style that be bangin' When the flow gets to slangin' I be leavin' MCs hangin' On my jammy just swangin' So many brothers try to be me Only two can probably see me that's Ray Charles and Stevie My shit knocks from Lincoln popcorn down to Frangle Rock Me turn pop Save that shit for Arnold Redenbach Cause when it comes to this see Puba's not a stranger Get the honies hooked like they kids is hooked on Power Rangers And I ain't goin' now where word is born Cause I've been doin' this since Shay Shay Lafon I tell my record people everyday We do this my way cause when it comes to my music I don't play I'll came and slay ya or I may ah Make sure my gettaway is more swifter than O.J. Because... Hook Verse 2: Well who dat who do dat It's Pubat well true dat While some try stealin' but they just keep failin' Cause there's nothin' but smooth sailin' The way I bring it to ya hon Leave another stuck my scoop is how I get it done There goes the little drummer boy so purumppapumpum It's Grand Puba hon I hit it ruff like and still puffin' stuff I smack some mingos and sit back and watch my pockets fluff Grand Puba here to get the party strarted See I come with thee exotic While you're puffin' your narcotics I'll be damned if this don't hit cha where it's suppose to get cha I keep it flowin' now would I bullshit cha I create styles and fashion with compassion While others are simply trashin' cause my shit is simply smashin' Stud Doogie still with me From, sea, to, shining, sea Hook

Take A Lick

AKINYELE "Aktapuss"
(Jessie Nunes) Who Ak, Akinyele Ya he came to London I took him around and shit He was nice I was going to fuck him No I really was going to fuck him But I didn't I wanted to fuck him though I was gonna give him some of this pussy But he started talking some wild shit He said Hook: (Akinyele - in CAPS), (Jessie and Christine - in lowercase) OH YES YOU WILL BE LICKING MY DICK TONIGHT Oh no I motherfucking won't (Akinyele) I was laying in the bed Like give me some head She said When it coming out black uh uh you dead I don't suck dils I was looking at the chick like bitch ill What the fuck the deal Do you really feel If you don't begin at nil You would add sex appeal Well I feel Oh yes you will be licking my dick tonight My zipper went zip I put my pants to my hips She put her thumbs up like the father said ssss I was like shit I dislike her She got her thumbs in the air like a hitchiker Ready to fight her But instead I chill I looked her in the grill And said Hook (Akinyele) Ha Yo I pick My kind of steady booker I put my nuts by your chin so when you look up I be on top of you doing Bobby Brown pushups When you give me head lift your toosh up When I said What I said You should of seen her whole face pushed up She said huh what ill Hook (Jessie Nunes) I won't be doing that shit Never done it before No I'm not doing it Get your hands off my head You get out of my face I don't believe in that shit You're asking me I won't do it I won't be sucking your dick tonight Hook (Akinyele) You would swear that she want it From the way you kissed my stomach Huh I couldn't wait to start cumming from it Imagine she doing it like she getting blunt it You know french kiss and put the tongue on it And then she stopped and I was like doggone it Stop acting scared like my house haunted Oh yes you will be licking my dick tonight I said boo Do me and I'll do you She said ok go first and I'll do you Well I do (lick the pussy) And you do (lick the dick) (and I do do do do do)If this is true (I'd do anything for you) Then I guess Hook Licking the dick Or licking the clit If we do it together we on some 69 shit Licking the dick Or licking the clit I know mad chicks act like they don't lick DICK Licking the dick Or licking the clit Huh if I had to pick Hook (Jessie Nunes) I don't do that I've never done it I won't be doing that shit Don't be trying it Move I aint sucking it Hook (Akinyele) 2x Ha to all my dick suckers in the house What up And all my clit lickers in the house What up (Akinyele) You know This is straight up cunt language type shit Shit Oh yes you will be licking my dick tonight

Show 'em What You Won

NELLY "Intro"
(Ali) Yeah, yeah, check, check See I ain't about playin, Leezy 'bout cash in advance Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan Makin a killin man, went from that to makin a livin Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed It's the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off T's I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's MTV with Kurt Lod' With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle You the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandels Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me Fall wit' me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin yo ma! (Nelly) Uh, uh, uh, uh What's it like bein Nelly, ay, let me break it down It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds It's like a Freaknik and you got the only brothers in town I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year GQ style ma', let me put a bug in your err (ear) Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear) Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?) (That's gotta be illegal, Bob!) I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit Witnessess, I ain't seen 'em, they had masks and shit Whoever it was, was in a rush 'cause they was fast and quick Oh, I'm just a playa, mo', these ain't my rules Peep game, I'm wearin Jordans, summer these my shoes I'm like the heir to the throne Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone Tell 'em go'on (Chorus) Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, Bob Show 'em what they won, Alize, Mo', Crissy or ale, Bob Show 'em what they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin shit get served, Bob Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, Bob Show 'em what they won, leavin they mama's feelins hurt, Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who Show 'em what they won (Kyjuan) Ay yo, Bob, they want Keyjuan, the one who gets the job done Keep huns screamin Keyjuan-na-na On the block I Rule like Ja, in the sun like Wa Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like Cool Bob See I'm a Ruger shooter, don't make me have to do ya Boo-ya, you see what Lunatics'll do to ya Tip-??? pursuer, get 'er in a room and do 'er First cat out the Lou that you knew that Wore a lime-green headband, matchin leather pants Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin wristbands This man, he keeps it real sweet With somethin sweeter than sweet, puffin on Swisher Sweets I'm unique, like a blue??? bird without the beak I'm deep, like bucket seats when the 'tics hit the streets Pick door number three if your price is right I'll pull a DJ Quik tonite is the night (Murphy Lee) Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young school boy with one kid I think I'm five-eight, but yo, maybe I'm five-six With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off You get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes off Now, and not right now but right now! And I ain't backin down, she can get up and bounce The Young Dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south Don't even have drive, I can sit on the couch And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin They call me Mr. get all mad and smack somethin I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo And go and by a juice or somethin A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin loose for nothin Money earnin rapper, I ain't got no boots for nothin So I'm servin rappers, I be cookin when I'm comin (Chorus) 2x

Show Em What They Won

NELLY
(Ali) Yeah, yeah, check, check See I ain't about playin, Leezy 'bout cash in advance Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan Makin a killin man, went from that to makin a livin Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed It's the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off T's I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's MTV with Kurt Lod' With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle You the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandels Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me Fall wit' me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin 'yo ma!' (Nelly) Uh, uh, uh, uh What's it like bein Nelly, ay, let me break it down It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds It's like a Freaknik and you got the only brothers in town I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year GQ style ma', let me put a bug in your err (ear) Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear) Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?) (That's gotta be illegal, Bob!) I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit Witnessess, 'I ain't seen 'em, they had masks and shit' 'Whoever it was, was in a rush 'cause they was fast and quick' Oh, I'm just a playa, mo', these ain't my rules Peep game, I'm wearin Jordans, summer these my shoes I'm like the heir to the throne Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone Tell 'em 'go'on' (Chorus) Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, Bob Show 'em what they won, Alize, Mo', Crissy or ale, Bob Show 'em what they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin shit get served, Bob Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, Bob Show 'em what they won, leavin they mama's feelins hurt, Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who Show 'em what they won (Kyjuan) Ay yo, Bob, they want Keyjuan, the one who gets the job done Keep huns screamin 'Keyjuan-na-na' On the block I Rule like Ja, in the sun like Wa Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like Cool Bob See I'm a Ruger shooter, don't make me have to do ya Boo-ya, you see what Lunatics'll do to ya Tip-??? pursuer, get 'er in a room and do 'er First cat out the Lou that you knew that Wore a lime-green headband, matchin leather pants Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin wristbands This man, he keeps it real sweet With somethin sweeter than sweet, puffin on Swisher Sweets I'm unique, like a blue??? bird without the beak I'm deep, like bucket seats when the 'tics hit the streets Pick door number three if your price is right I'll pull a DJ Quik 'tonite is the night' (Murphy Lee) Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young school boy with one kid I think I'm five-eight, but yo, maybe I'm five-six With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off You get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes off Now, and not right now but right now! And I ain't backin down, she can get up and bounce The Young Dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south Don't even have drive, I can sit on the couch And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin They call me Mr. get all mad and smack somethin I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo And go and by a juice or somethin A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin loose for nothin Money earnin rapper, I ain't got no boots for nothin So I'm servin rappers, I be cookin when I'm comin (Chorus) 2x

Brand New Car

ACTION BRONSON "Mr. Wonderful"
I got a brand new car I got a jazz guitar Welcome, everybody Thank you a lot for coming, it means a lot to me Steer the yacht with my knee, plenty of botany Damn, bad chick on top of me, pornography And I know she only want me for my guap-ery (Ahem... let me get my voice right Gary, sorry, 1, 2, 3, 4) It's the first time ever Yo fuck this jacket, I turn this shit to 85 napkins Since Jeter's done I'm now the captain Trust you me, Gotham's safer now But there's always a new joker in town Ready to smoke you with that pound But when he shoots it, the flag says "BANG!" and everybody laughs He must be up and off the molly tab I'm by the bar lookin' Swedish in the trenchcoat stupid The only one drinkin' mango lassi in the bullpen My lips are sealed like the singer with bad skin My need for speed made the Jag spin Dog, I'll resurrect Freaky Tah to do my ad-libs Overseas I prolly got mad kids That I don't even know about, you better slow down, baby I'm still young, fuck it, gotta use it while it works Nothin' lasts forever, or does it? Fuck it Shout out to my cousins, all of 'em I got a brand new car I got a jazz guitar I'll take it back to playin' handball and smokin' on the park benches Dippin' cabs and hoppin' fences Laughin' all the way back to the buildin' runnin' Got to the door, twist the key, elevator waitin' for me 100, got upstairs and fixed eleven bowls of Crispix Grabbed a Snapple out the bin, no one's an even match for the kid Legs are made of stone, the back of a bridge In goal line situations I'll tackle The Fridge Peace to Mike Ditka, 50 on the light fixture Right side shifter, fight fixer, twist your sister And I ain't talkin' 'bout the hair band, mothafucka It's Bam Bam doin' ah ah ah ah Out with the, ah! I can't even get this fuckin' right, are you kidding me? I'm ashamed of myself, I'm sorry

Klap Your Hands

Das EFX "Dead Serious"
Verse One: Dray Well uhh, ???? is macaroni and cheese Before I start, I gots ta umm fart, no I gots ta uhh sneeze not, I gotcha trippin, yippity-doo-da-day Shucks, I'm makin bucks so umm hip-hip-hooray and then some Cos I'm a powsy wowsy ace boom coon so shout Wa-bap-a-loo-ba-bawa-bam-boom! Drayx up for sure dang, now that I'm flexed My a-EFX'll quote, when the bridge fell down and I'ma good ship with the lollipop Left town so yiggity-yack, you booga-loo black Oki doki, oopsy Daisy, cos I'm Krayzie like that But it's the cat got snuffed, or Mr.Red and his crew so roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make beef stew Troop, I got the hoolahoop, baby woop, dooby-doo Lassie boy, you made a mess, now go and get the pooper scoop Oops, I wibble-wobble-wobble-wee while I make but hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for Dray and...... Hook: Klap your hands now (x3) Verse Two: Skoob Bon voyage, look out below cos umm I got my socks on, the popcorn, the Hubba Bubba, yep gum Skippity bum, you think I don't know the time Well it's half-past a cow's ass and I'm a real bad ass Yeah, shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang? Abra-cadabra, jimminy crickets, set the wrists to my slang I got the knights all sniffin, sneezing, yes Stuffy-head, called for ???? and fever, sow you to rest Tight rhymes, ???? catch the fever for the flavor of a spliff or a Uzi, be careful who you choose, could choose a Marvin, choose a ship Lickity split, cos flippity-lips can sink ships And yo, a sandwich isn't a snadwich without the miracle whip in the morning, yawning as I stand for group check To back up, I slap up, r-r-rut put you're boo deck Yep, so what the heck, you gives rhymes like a cheque Because the A is for apple, the J is for 'ja back to book bets' and then S-K-double O-Be on *?mansel?* So if ya happy and ya know it, klap your hands Hook (x3) Verse Three: Dray Well uhh, woopty doody, abba doozy, it's time I'm on the yabber dabber, scribber scrabber, shimmy sham flam So, heavens-to-Betsy, golly wolly, gee whiz My lickity split got splat, the diddly squat was hot Oh yeah, dapper doodly do, you don't know Mr. Magoo? You heard I'm loco, well yo, I'm despicable too So umm, hi ho Silver and away we go The Lone Ranger got pissed and shot Tonto in his toes, so holy toledo, cowabunga, what gives I heard you shot my borough til *?blow at twins?* The name farmer's up in me, need no give me no more cos that soul lock ya stands, I can't stands no more So zippity doo, da day, woops I gots stuff See I'm sneaky freaky peaky plus I'm chock full of nuts But yo I am enjoyed for the clamp in his chest So hey, how much wood could a woodchuck chuck? If a woodchuck could chuck, fuck you know the rest So seizin it, seizin it, seizin it I shall Cos it's the Krayzie Drayzie wit the Books, that's my pal and...... Hook (x3) Verse Four: Skoob A diggity-cap, my slipp'ry style is ???? ???? I got the mics, the back pop, crackle and snap and all that, me and a gang of PING PING bang zoomer To freak ya outcha sneakers and knock your granny outta roomers Yo some say I'm Brooklyn bomber, some say Brooklyn boop but don't consider me as no follower, no runner or no poop But just rock, a by, rock, a by booboo Let your fingers do the walkin, hey I'm talkin, yoohoo Can ya, can ya hear me? Checka, checka 1-2 Aiyo, sit Booboo sit, shit cos I'm the one who kick a rhyme in singular, so son, you're used to it Cos Poof the Magic Dragon, I'll kick a rhyme in duplicate or triplicate, can't forget my boogaloo big jaw Umm, listen everyone as I kick the jigsaw M-I-crooked letter, crooked letter, I crooked letter, crooked letter, I hump back hump back, I, you can't touch I cos I's gots dem and dem is bound to make ya...... Hook to fade

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